summary: tipsy rafe comes home drunk and doesn't recognize you and keeps talking about how his wife is at home waiting for him
pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader
warning: alcohol mention, fluff
it was almost 2am when topper called you to inform you that your husband was wasted.
"i'm sorry" he said, stumbling in the house, one arm wrapped around rafe to make sure he wouldn't trip and plant his face on the floor. "i think he got a little bit too much to drink."
you shook your head as you helped topper to lay rafe down on your couch "it's not your fault, i know that rafe is stubborn."
"i'll leave him to you," he said, offering you a hug as he picked up his jacket that was laying on the armchair. "call me if you need help."
"thank you so much for taking him back." you whispered, sending off topper and closing the door of your house.
when you returned to the living room, you found rafe sitting up on the sofa, with a focused face on his face.
"alright baby, let's get you out of your dirty clothes." you passed a hand through rafe's long hair but to your surprise he pulled away, jumping out of his seat.
"why are you in my house?" he asked you, putting some distance between you.
you scoffed, what did he mean?
"well, i've been living here for three years already." you said slowly, trying to figure out if rafe was playing with you.
"you what?" he looked so brokenhearted, as if you just confessed something terrible "oh no, my sweetheart will be so mad at me."
when you saw a tear falling down his cheek, you approached rafe but he scooted more far away.
"don't touch me." rafe said, ready to sprint out "i have a wife and she's the sweetest sweetheart ever and even if she, for god's sake, can't fight at all, she'll bite your head off."
you bursted out laughing. he was so damn cute and you couldn't stop yourself from teasing him more "oh, your wife? and what's her name?"
he mumbled your name with a sheepish smile "my best girl, she drives me crazy."
you blushed, you don't think you'll ever get used to rafe praising you.
"i think she's doing it on purpose." he blurted out.
"doing what on purpose?" you encouraged him to go on, maybe you were a little bit curious.
"wearing this cute sundresses, oh god, she's so fucking cute." rafe passed a hand through his hair, a dreaming look on his face "i want to knock her up so bad."
at his words you choked on your saliva. he wanted what?
yes, rafe has been very vocal on wanting kids, especially during your most intimate moments when he would whisper about how good you would look all round, carrying his baby but you didn't think he actually meant it.
rafe shushed you down when you coughed a little bit too loud.
"shh, my baby's sleeping. quiet down." panic visible on his face.
"you want to have kids?" you asked him, completely ignoring rafe's pleading to not yell.
"yeah and you should definitely leave my house, i don't want my sweetheart to misunderstand." he said, pointing to the door and heading towards the bathroom.
when he got changed in some new clothes he tiptoed to your shared room, scared to wake you up but he found you sitting on your king sized bed.
"baby?" he whispered, not being able to hide his growing smile "i missed you so much tonight."
"yeah? you were only gone for a few hours, rafe." you laughed, returning his kiss.
he brought you closer to his chest, taking a deep breath of your sweet scent "can't stay too long away for my girl."
"oh" rafe exclaimed and you pulled away slightly to look at him "there was a strange woman downstairs that kept asking me questions."
you tried to hide in your laugh. a strange woman uh?
"yeah? you'll tell me about this bad woman tomorrow." you said and rafe seemed content "let's sleep some now."
the next morning rafe woke up with a tremendous headache but all the pain was forgotten when he saw you, sweet little you, bringing him breakfast with the white sundress he loved so much.
"oh babygirl." he let out the breath he was holding in, grabbing your small waist and pulling down on his lap "are you trying to kill me?"