She awoke with a start at the sound of her alarm. Already? She hated working on Saturdays but the overtime was a big help. She rolled over to see her husbands face buried beneath his pillow. She chuckled a little. He had gone out the night before with some old friends, one of whom was getting married. Must’ve been a rough night she thought. Slowly, quietly, as to not disturb him, she got out of bed.
Once she was ready to leave, she went back into the bedroom. He hadn’t moved. She bent over him, “Bye, babe. I have to go. Love you.” She got nothing but a grunt in response. “I know. You love me too.” She said.
The work day was hectic. She wanted to call him to see how he was feeling but didn’t have the time. A little while later she received a text. it was him, “Hey babe. Sorry about last night.”
She texted back, “It’s okay. Hope you had fun.” No response. A couple minutes later, her phone rang. It was him. “Hello?”
"Hey, Babe." he said.
"Hey. What’s up? I can’t talk long."
"So, you’re really okay about last night?"
"Yeah. I’m fine. Did you have fun?"
"A little too much, I guess. I couldn’t drive so I crashed at Steve’s place but I’m on my way home now."
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Credits to: B_dizzle00
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