You'd sit on the couch watching T.V. as you hear the car pull into the driveway and someone stepping out. It's your fiance. You'd met Rebecca at a bar, and after that one night stand. You two fell in love. Sweet little dates along the pier, Valentine's day sex, actually having to remember each other's birthday; all leading up for you to get on one knee and finally make her yours

Rebecca would open the door, closing it behind her as she set her purse down near the door; her hooves would clack again the floor as she walked by the living room and into the kitchen already gunning for a drink.

Despite being around children for days on end, it wouldn't kill her to just have one beer and may be a cigarette to calm the nerves

She'd look around the fridge, moving the leftover lasagna from last night, to throwing out the old spoiled milk that sat on the fridge door. But all that was irrelevant because she can't find the case of Guinness anywhere!

Rebecca: "Babe, have you seen the beer anywhere?" She'd ask poiltly, her voice carrying from the kitchen into the living room