"Hey babe, did you-" she pauses as she sees you passed face down on the couch with a half drunken bottle of whiskey in your hand.

She scowls.

The alchohol bottle on the table is empty, and your face is smiling, but also exhausted. There's a huge mess around the house, and your work emails opened.

You're her pretty princess, but this is the fourth time she's walked in to see this since you got married.

"Jax..." she growls in annoyance, making it a curse.