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Xander stirred awake from his sleep, feeling the rhythmic motion beneath him. His eyes fluttered open as he took in the surrounding. He noticed the strand of long brunette hair on his nose. He quickly looked up, sighing in contentment when he saw that it was his wife.
What had happened last night? He wondered and was quickly hit with the splitting headache. Yep, he had gotten hella drunk but if he ended up sleeping on top of his wife, his head resting on her chest and his arms wrapped around and no more feeling of suffocation and frustration, it meant that they made up right? Though he can't remember it?
He watched her sleep. She was frowning. He didn't like that she was stressed out even in her sleep. He decided to make her some breakfast, not ready to
