"And then what happened, Cherie? Take your time remember.... you are under oath","
The lawyer probes further with a smug smile set on her face.
I clear my throat with a nervous cough and lean into the microphone that is now connected to the police...
I've photoshopped some gems from Freddie's birthday night. Hehehe 😈
Anyway um I decided against the ending I had in mind and so this story will continue for a while longer....I think.
Xo💖
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Cherie:
"Come on, baby...just help with the steps and I'll get you to bed...," I try my best to coax Freddie to keep putting one foot in front of the other as we climb the stairs up to our bedroom.
He already slipped while going up the front steps and hurt his ankle. I feel so badly about not being able to support his weight to help him more, but I'm trying!
"I don wants ta go sue bed, mummy! It's still my birvday..," he ends his slurs with a heave as he clutches onto his stomach with one hand.
"Okay, birthday boy...come on, we're almost there," We reach the landing to the second floor and I kick open the door to our room, as Freddie holds me by my waist.
He's basically pushing all of his weight on me, so I drag us to the bed, turn around and plop him down on the mattress.
"I'm veeling kinda fllllllllloooaty...," He giggles so sweetly, and I laugh at his drunken goofiness. "Is this the reallll life...is Cherie gonna bang meeee, caught in a sexdrive....I gotta..I gotta shhhhhh,"
His face smashes against the pillow and all that's left of his new song rendition is heavy breathing.
"Okay. I'm ready...," With his eyes closed he starts to turn onto his back to unbutton his pants, I'm surprised he can keep it up with the amount of alcohol he's had to drink tonight.
"Come and get me," I chuckle at his slurring attempt at seducing me, as he wiggles around trying to pull his own pants down, but what he doesn't realize is that he's still wearing a belt.
"I'm gonna go get you some Advil and water...just..stay there," I can hear his groans as I walk down the stairs.
"It's not gonna unwrap its self, dear!," he laughs like a schoolboy; "I'll put a big shiny bow on it for you!," His roaring chuckle travels down with me in the quiet house.
By the time I go back upstairs, I finally take my heels off that have been killing my feet all night. I find my husband with one leg out of his pants and his T-shirt rumpled up around his neck. I use a gentle hand to brush his sweaty waves of hair off of his forehead. He lazily opens his eyes to stare up at me.
