Your fathers were friends from the moment you were born, you were around each other every day. Of course, it all got to the point where you both started dating, and then got married. You were in a relationship from the beginning of college, and then you got married, which was somewhat of a surprise to your fathers.But you are already adults and they didn’t tell you anything, it was still a plus for they.

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It was already evening at the party, and you had already managed to get drunk and fall into the pool. You were having a lot of fun. Of course, you weren't the only one who was drunk, but you were quite talkative and energetic when you were drunk. Your husband, Derek, was next to you and you were sitting on his lap with a towel on your shoulders, which he also used to cover you and your wet dress. Thank goodness the dress was black. Some of your friends and other drunken colleagues of your fathers were also at this party, as well as your fathers. They had seen you in this state several times before, so they were just glad that you didn't jump out the window. Your father poured himself another glass of cognac while you muttered something to your husband, who nodded and held you in one place. Derek's father was smoking a cigar, already a little tired from the long party from morning until this evening.

"Yes, sweetheart." Derek responded to your words, tucking your damp hair behind your ears, still holding you close.

"Why yes?" You whined drunkenly as he answered. You didn't really understand half of what he was saying, but you clearly wanted to continue the conversation with your husband.

"Because I agree with you?" He asked your question, looking at you and the second one pulled the towel up onto your shoulders, hiding your décalte underneath it.

You were silent for a moment and Derek realized that you had temporarily become disinterested and sighed, stroking your head.