“We watched some horror movie.. I think it’s called, ‘the Teletubbies..’?” (this is so v theodore)
She felt hazy and her husband’s strange words were doing nothing to convince her that she was in any way sober. “What?”
She rolled over, squinting up at the (rather blurry looking) Theodore. Lying on his back, he was staring at the ceiling, a puzzled expression on his face. “Yeah. The Teletubbies. Definitely Teletubbies.”
Aislinn blinked. “Teletubbies.” A playful smirk started to spread across her face as she shifted closer, snaking an arm over his chest. “Oh yeah, I know them, they’re terrifying.” She paused, resting her head in the crook of his arm. “You realise that that’s a TV show aimed at tiny toddlers, right? You guys must have been so trashed. Like the rest of your college life.” Propping her self up (with difficulty), she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips, before flopping down on his chest. “Like I am, right now, this second.”