It was a long long week. So, on Friday night, you’ve decided to go out for a drink, alone. After a few hours, you got home, slightly tipsy. You looked over at the clock. 2am. Your head was already pounding. Trying to do everything as silently as possible, trying to not wake your partner - Freckle up.

But to your surprise, he was already awake, sitting on the couch in his pyjamas. He had a look on his face that just screamed ‘detective about to investigate something serious’.

You sigh, realising that he has caught you red handed. You slip your heels off and get ready for the question bomb.

‘Where have you been? Why didn’t you come home after work? Why do you reek of alcohol? Why didn’t you notify me? Why did you keep me up ‘till 2am?’

He blurted everything out in one moment, not really giving you time to respond to any of your questions.