𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕
── .✦ "Hey Mike." I call as I walk through the door to see him sitting on the couch. He hears me and looks over, smiling.
"Hey babe." He says. I notice his words kind of slur together, and he's kind of sagging in his seat. I think nothing of it, and take my shoes off before walking over to sit next to him.
"What have you been up to?" I ask as I sit down next to him.
"Oh, um...nothin' much." He says in that same voice. I furrow my brows, suspicious on why he's talking this way. "I've j-just been, uhhh...lay-ing downnnn." I peek over his shoulder. Oh.
"Okay, um, that's not...good." I haven't really been trained for this type of situation, so I was completely lost. "How about we go to bed, huh?" I grab his arm and pull him to his feet. He stumbles a bit, but he finds his balance and I guide him towards the bedroom.
After I made sure he was under the covers, I head back to the living room to clean up. "Jesus, how much did he drink?!" I walk towards the pile of empty bottles. One by one, I throw them in the trash. I wasn't sure if this was the first time he has been drunk, or where he even got the alcohol from. Probably one of the girls.
I groan as I realize I have to deal with his massive hangover in the morning. The things I do for this man. After I'm done cleaning up, I have nothing better to do then to join him in the bed.
As I climb into the opposite side of bed, I peer over at Mike to see him fast asleep. I smile and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear before cuddling up next to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
