My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix looked up at me in a daze and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

I nodded and sighed. He must have drunk more than his usual intake. I wanted to pour him a glass of water, but he stopped me from getting up.

He pulled me down to sit on his lap and narrowed his eyes as he asked, "Where are you going?"

"To pour you a glass of water," I answered. He was acting like a child.

He nodded, "I'll go with you!" He tried to stand up, but he lost his balance and sat back down.

"Just be good and stay here, I will bring it to you," I could only coax him. He was already so drunk, yet he still wanted to go with me.

I got up and poured him a glass of water, but he didn't take the glass from me, his arms draped lazily beside him. I couldn't help but sigh at the sight of him like that. Then I raised the glass towards him and said, "Open your mouth."

"Arianna," he squinted at me.

He stopped talking as soon as I started feeding him the water. I wanted to take off his shirt, but he held onto me and said, "Don't move."

you should go to bed!" I said as I checked the time

then he stood up, "Alright, I'll head home then. It's

I was dumbfounded.

much did you drink?"

my hands, "Hendrix, you

opened his eyes and took a good long look at me. His gaze softened, and he raised his arm

was clear that

to take him around the house before coming back to the bedroom. However, he brought us downstairs instead, and we kept bumping into each other along

bed in the bedroom was replaced with tatami, which made the room

photos, and a baby crib was placed

a walk-in

baby room earlier. I didn't notice the changes

around the room and asked with a foolish smile on his face,

do!" I said. He must have remodeled the room's color palette to a warmer

master bedroom, Hendrix passed out on

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