the drunken thoughts of the married ღ *.
(name) doesn't drink. the most she's ever drank was on her wedding day, and even then, she had two glasses of wine at most by the end of the night.
that being said, it was odd that leo looked at her in utter joy, holding a bottle of some sort of liquor she is not familiar of. smile so wide, it made it seem like he wanted her to join him.
the first months of the young married life has been nothing but bliss. she wouldn't trade it for anything.
"got off early, you know what means, princesa?" he kissed the top of her head with an audible, "mwuah!" as he sets his bag down, smelling of oil and grease after spending hours at the auto shop.
(name) sets her phone down, smiling. "no, i do not. please don't tell me you're about to drink before four." leo doesn't respond. he only smirks up at her as he grabs two wine glasses from the cabinet overhead.
"come on! we're young, we're free. we deserve it." (name) rolls her eyes, shaking her head. "you forget. i don't drink my leo." leo chuckles, "trust me. you'll like this one. i made sure you would. it's sweet!"
he pauses, grabbing something to open the bottle up. "you know, just like you."
she cracks a softer smile. "stop sweet talking me."
leo only sighs playfully, "ay, one of my favorite hobbies." she giggles a little louder. and he smiles. nothing beat making her laugh.
and this is how they got here. half-drunken, on the couch, and on their way to pass out till tomorrow night.
"told you it's sweet." leo speaks in a sort of mumble.
"curse you, leo." (name) weakly points a finger at him, her head resting on his shoulder.
leo lets a laugh slip, before a hiccup cracks.
"wanna see me climb that?" leo points at the tv across them.
"please don't." leo howls another laugh at his wife's response. (name) grins, playing with the ring on her finger.
"you remember when percy started dancing during the reception and his pants ripped? he didn't notice it till annie said something." (name) reminiscents in a loud laugh that her and leo continue to share.
"or the time hazel slammed face first on the cake?" leo replies, "how did that even happen??" she furrows her brows together in both confusion and amusement. leo cackles, "i don't even know!"
their laughs die down in a comforting silence, and (name) expects another joke or ruse to come out of leo's mouth when he opens it, but all he says is, "have i ever told you how much i love you?"
there is another silence.
and it breaks through a short and tiny sob. "mi sol, aww." he picks himself up, then carries her closer into his arms. "i'm sorry. i totally remember now. you're a sad drunk." he caresses her hair slowly.
"no i'm not," she says in-between sniffles. "but yes, you have." she speaks softly against his chest. he lifts her chin up, breath hitching before he pulls her into a deep kiss.
they hold it, before they eventually pull away.
"you taste like .." he licks his lips.
"yours?" she replies, cheeks flushed. he chuckles. "yeah, you do."
she presses her forehead against his, and she whispers, "i'm so lucky you asked me to share this life with you."