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the next morning

"ah shit." i hear a groggy voice whine. i look behind me, and see matty walking down the stairs, clutching his head.

"morning baby." he mumbles, giving me a small smile.

"hungover?"

"really bad." he cries. he walks over and wraps his arms around me, burying his head into the crook of my neck. i run my fingers through his hair and kiss the top of his head.

"i love you." he mumbles into my neck, kissing me there.