The stench.

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Everything got better and better every day I got to spend it with my love. My perfect little husband.

I woke up next to him, with him cuddling in my arms. I ate breakfast with him, and he tells some dumb stories that he told when I was drunk, but wasn't listening. I haven't touched a bottle of beer ever since. It was now day 3.

I pressed a kiss against his cheek and told him I was going to the bathroom real quick. He nodded and gave me his amazing smile.

I walked upstairs and walked closer to the bathroom door. I opened it, and suddenly this smell hit me. It wasn't too strong, but god it smelled bad. I quickly closed it and walked downstairs with a frown.

"Baby?"

"Yes?"

"What is that stench in the bathroom?"

"What stench? I don't smell it."

I hummed and shrugged. Maybe it was the sewerpipe acting up or some shit. I sat next to my love and we watched a romantic movie together.

'Falling For Christmas' was his favorite movie, so I devoted myself to watch it everytime he asked.

I hugged him tight and caressed him. He fell asleep on me peacefully. God, I missed this. Why did I start drinking?

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