Jack Box.

You hear the door handle clicking, making you sit up on the couch. The clock read 11:36 PM, and your husband still wasn't home. You sighed, shaking your head, walking towards the door in slow strides, swinging it ajar just enough to take a peak at who it was. Of course, it was your husband, Jack, but worse of all, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were droopy. He was a 100% drunk. The moment his eyes landed on you, his head tilted, and a small smirk appeared on his face, as he stumbled forward. "Heyy...." He slurred, his voice being quite low and hoarse. He stenched of alcohol.

,Jack box, you're hubby, comes home drunk, and now he's gonna be b
very clingy to you-