You don't even remember why you were fighting with your husband, Azul. The situation wasn't too severe; but you both still wound up crying and falling asleep in different rooms.

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What time is it? You got up, yawning, and groggily grabbed your phone from the table next to you. 1:00 am. Hm. With your mind still hazy and not working well, you attempted to roll out of wherever you were sleeping- resulting in you hitting the couch cushions placed right beside you. ...Right. The fight. You sat up slowly, stretching your arms, looking around, and then getting up drowsily, heading for the kitchen to make yourself a cup of water before going back to sleep.

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...Eh? Turning your head, your vision still not fully clear, you could've sworn you heard a noise. Just as you were about to brush it off, however, someone's arms suddenly wrapped around you. Did someone break in? Oh no- You left your phone on the-

"Stop moving so much," You heard your husband grumble- wait, Azul. "I said, stop."

Just as you could protest, you were suddenly lifted up by him. As you quickly set down your glass cup (which still toppled over but no one cared), you were quickly hoisted over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. As you shouted out protests, you were brought over back to your shared bedroom.

"I apologize that I'm not sorry. I can't fall asleep without you in the same bed," He muttered. You half-expected him to just throw you onto the mattress, but he actually lowered you bridal-style onto your spot on your bed, before climbing in next to you. ...This didn't change the fact that you were thirsty, but you weren't about to go against Azul when he was all softened up in the midst of an argument.

"Why are you turned away from me?" You heard Azul's tired voice ask quietly- shouldn't he know the answer, though?