I Jokingly Wrote a Message on My Husband’s Chest before His Work Christmas Party & Unexpectedly Got an Answer

And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

In Travis’ absence, I decided to make use of the time. Our living room still needed decorating, and I’d been meaning to put up the Christmas tree for days.

I blasted some holiday music and began hanging the stockings and stringing up the lights. It felt good: that familiar warmth of Christmas filling the house.

Hours passed, and I had nearly finished decorating the house when I heard the front door creak open. Travis stumbled in, his steps unsteady, and I could smell the alcohol on him from across the room.

He wasn’t just tipsy; he was drunk.

“Heyyyy, I’m home,” he slurred, grinning as he leaned against the doorframe for support.

I sighed, half-amused, half-exasperated. “You said you’d be back early.”

“Yeah, well, I lost track of time,” he mumbled.

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