sobriety was getting harder and harder for zeke. a cup can only hold so much water, eventually, you overflow. zeke had reached that point, he overflowed. his three years of sobriety, down the drain.
he had no idea how to break the news to you. you had been his biggest supporter through his entire journey. he knew you'd be devestated.
as you crawled into bed, his t-shirt hanging loosely from your shoulders, you snuggled your way into his arms. he wrapped an arm around you, staring straight ahead.
"hey, what's wrong?" you ask when you notice he won't look at you. he doesn't response, his stare is blank. you crawl onto his lap in front of him, which forces his eyes to make contact with yours.
"zeke, you know you can tell me anything." his eyes became watery, crowded with tears. he grabbed your hands and pulled them up to his cheeks. you wiped away any spare tears with your thumb.
"i'm 3 hours sober, y/n." he says, choking on his words. he saw the happiness drain from your eyes. "please don't be mad." he pleaded.
"i would never be mad at you for this. we'll work on it. everything's gonna be okay." you said, hugging him tightly. "why didn't you tell me sooner?" you asked, feeling sorry you weren't there for him when he was drinking.
"i don't know. i just couldn't." he mumbled, clutching onto you.
"what caused the relapse?" you'd learned over years of practice what the right things and when the right times were to ask questions and talk about the subject in a conversation like this. this was your own husband, the man you knew better than anyone, but still, you felt like walking on eggshells, scared that anything you say could make him want to go grab a drink.
"the callings, the death date, all of it. i can't loose you, my love. there's no way in hell. it's stressful, for all of us. it's taken a toll on everyone. i walked by a liquor store and couldn't stop myself." he said, stumbling over his final words.
you held him tightly in your arms, as he drifted off to sleep there.
what he didn't know, was that he never had to tell you. you tasted the alcohol on his lips and tounge just hours ago when he kissed you goodbye.
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