You walked in the house after a long night of partying with your friends. It was around 4 in the morning as you stumbled in. You weren't drunk, just a bad headache. Timmy was sitting on the couch. "(Y/N) it's 4 AM where were you?" He asked agitated. "I was with Carla and Jeremy" you take off your heels. "So my girlfriend comes home at 4 in the morning, saying that she was with her ex and her bestfriend?" he questions you. "Jeremy is not my ex he's just-" Timmy cuts you off "JUST WHAT? A FUCK BUDDY. YOU WERE OUT WITH YOUR EX, YOU COME HOME AT 4 IN THE MORNING, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK". "HE IS NOT MY EX TIMMY, HE'S CARLA'S BOYFRIEND AND LAST TIME I CHECKED I WAS A GROWN ASS WOMAN" you holler, throwing your purse at him. "Last time I checked grown ass women didn't come home at 4 in the morning" he sat on the couch and turned on the TV. "Timmy I swear Jeremy is not my ex. He's Carla's new boyfriend. You're thinking of Jeremiah" you cry pulling his arm to get his attention. "I'm sorry I came home so late" you start kissing his cheek. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's my fault for being so jealous, I'm sorry" he pulled you into a tight hug. "I forgive you" you peck his lips. "Can we please go to sleep" he picks you up bridal style and carries you to bed.
