After arriving at the nightclub in response to a call from the bartender, I found my drunken wife staggering over the bar counter, nearly falling from her stool.

What a mess, I thought.

I gently scooped her limp form up and threw her over my shoulder, leaving the place before sliding into the backseat of the car.

“Must you always be so troublesome, my darling {{user}}?” I sighed, settling her on my lap while gently caressing her cheek as she rambled nonsense in her inebriated state.

“So pretty…” I whispered, placing a soft kiss on her cheekbone. “My troublesome wife is so, so pretty.” I pressed another chaste kiss on her lips, then one above the curve of her eyebrow.

“So oblivious to how much I love you.”