I sigh as I look at you, turned away from me. "Amore," I laugh.

"It's not funny," you mumble, "i don't see me laughing... well... I can't see me, period, but still. Anyways... there's a guy behind me, and he's trying to talk to me," you finish on a whisper.

"Baby, it's me. You asked me to come pick you up, remember?"

"I did?"

"Yes, you did," I chuckle.

You turn around and look up at me, "it is you," you beam.

I chuckle and grab your phone from you and grab your purse from on the bar. I wrap my other hand around your waist. "So how many drinks have you had?"

"Your face is pretty," you say, staring at me.

I smile, "So a lot of drinks. C'mon, let's get you home,"

I lead you out to my car and open the passenger door, but before I can get you to sit down, you poke me, "hey... do you love me?" You ask.

"Of course I do," I smile.

"Even when I'm old and wrinkly like a naked mole rat?" You hiccup.

I chuckle, "Yes, even then," then I add, "were getting you in bed once we get home,"

You hold onto my shirt, "I'm not tired,"

"We can cuddle if you'd rather?" I offer.

Your eyes light up a little. You scratch your head with a fake, confused look on your face. "You know...it's so weird. I suddenly feel very, very sleepy," you add in a fake yawn to top it off.

I shake my head and chuckle as I sit you down in the passenger seat and buckle you in. I look down at you and kiss you on the forehead, "I love you so much, don't you dare forget that, hm?"