"Paul! Paul! For gods sake Paul stop that right now" I shouted. "Get down from there!" My husband Paul was dancing on one of the tables at George and Pattie's wedding. "You'll hurt yourself! Remember what happened last time." I continued to yell over the music, he had already fallen off 2 tables in the past year and broken around 4. "PAUL" I shouted one last time- knowing it was no use I walked to the bar (in another room) to get some drinks.
"y/n! y/n?" I heard a few minutes later, spinning round in my chair I saw Paul walking towards me- luckily without any broken bones. "You really scared me y/n. I didn't know where'd you gone!" He said faux angrily.
"Your mad at me! You could of hurt yourself really badly. As we know from past experience drunk you and tables- don't mix! and you still have a speech to make." I said standing up and walking away slow enough that he could catch up. "You never listen to me!" I said smiling, I knew he couldn't see my face and listening to him grovel was always fun.
"I'm sorry baby I'm so so sorry" He whispering into my ear, he kissed it delicately, then my upper neck and before he got any further. I spun round too kiss him only to see that standing behind him was John giggling to himself.
"Oh please don't stop for me!" He said refraining himself from bursting out laughing. "No no, you two should keep going! Right in the middle of the dance floor." at the end of the sentence he started crying with laughter.
I looked around and realised that everyone was staring at us. Paul was so drunk that he hadn't noticed that even music had be turned down to listen to our conversation.
"For fucks sake Paul! Move!" I scowled at him before giving a sweet smile to the rest of the crowd. "Men ay? What you gonna do" I said masking my sheer embarrassment- I stalked off leaving John bent double, howling with laugher. As if waking up from a dream Paul staggered after me, yelling drunk cheers at everyone.
I pulled him into a cab and told the driver to take us home. When we arrived back, I tipped the driver and unlocked the door. I practically threw Paul on the bed, so angry that he had embarrassed me like that.
"Oooo are we gonna do the sexy stuff?" He said rubbing his thigh- before I could sneer back he was rolled over and instantly fell asleep.
"Oh paulie." I muttered- my anger subsided at the look of my beautiful boy sleep. Pulling the covers up to his chin and kissing his fore head like a toddler. "Your not going to remember any of this tomorrow are you? No your not. But we don't need to remind you do we?" I whispered sliding in to the covers next to him.
The next morning I woke up to the smell of pancakes and coffee. It was a little later than usual so the sun was already high in the sky and streaming in through the open curtains. I rolled onto my side to find an empty bed "Paul?" I said half heartedly.
"Morning my angel" His head popped round the door fluttering his long eyelashes.
"What's that smell? You haven't made breakfast have you?" I said blushing- he sprinted down the stairs yelling "shit shit shit". I laughed out loud then suddenly stopped- last night came flooding back to me. The drunk dancing, the fight, the embarrassment. Johns laugh.
5 minutes later Paul returned with a tray heaped with pancakes and coffee. "y/n i'm so fucking sorry about last night. I messed up bad. I love you more than anything and I didn't mean to piss you off"
"It's okay, it's okay" I said reaching up and cupping his face with my hand, snuggled into your palm, and kissed it delicately.
