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𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 || 𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧

you banged on your front door, laughing and stumbling as you made your way up the pathway to your house.

you drank way more than you had intended to, and now were waiting for your husband to carry you up the stairs.

"finally, you're home. i was worried sick." your husband said as he opened the door, pulling you into his arms.

"i'm- i'm fine!" you say, giggling and slurring your words. you lean into press a kiss to his lips but he pulls away.

"you're wasted. let's get you to bed, love." he said, smiling down at you and holding your face in his hands. he couldn't tell you, but he didn't want to kiss you because he could taste all the alcohol on your tounge, making it harder to stay sober.

"fine." you mumbled. all you had wanted was a kiss from your husband, but he pulled away. what was it? was he upset with you? were you not good enough anymore? hundreds of different thoughts raced through your mind.

not a single one was true. he loved you more than he could ever show you in this lifetime, and that meant he had to stay sober for you.

you crawled into bed, one of zeke's large t-shirts hanging from your shoulders. tears began to roll down your cheeks as all the thoughts of why he would be upset filled your mind. your husband leaned over to give you a kiss on the cheek. "goodnight-" he was cut off when he felt the wet tears on your face and the taste of saline on his lips.

"what's wrong? what happened?" he whispers, wrapping a comforting arm around you and placing a few soft kisses to your cheek.

"what- what'd i do wrong?" you mumble, choking on your own words. alcohol only made your emotions, as well as your thoughts ten times more intense than they were while you were sober.

"nothing. you didn't do anything, love. we'll talk in the morning, you're really drunk." he whispers, kissing your cheek again, before laying his head down on the pillow beside your own.

the next morning, you woke up with the worst headache imaginable, and an irrestiable urge to throw up all of last night's fun. zeke woke up and walked into the bathroom with you, sitting behind you and holding your hair back.

"what the hell happened last night?" you manage to get out. you had vivid memories of the night prior, mostly just taking way too many shots and coming home crying.

"you went out with your friends, and you drank. a lot." he says. "you came home, and you really wanted to kiss me. i pulled away and you were really upset, crying before you fell asleep." he continued. the memories came back to you. he pulled away when you went in to kiss him. you thought he was mad at you, or you'd done something.

it clicked now that you were sober. you felt terrible, you could've easily caused him to relapse last night had he not pulled away, even if it hurt your feelings. "zeke, i'm so sorry." you say, throwing yourself into his arms. he replies with a kiss to your lips, just as you had wanted last night.

"i'd love to keep going but please brush your teeth." he pulls away and says, chuckling and causing you to smile in his arms.