A/N: Anyone else has some stories that have been in your draft for so long because you're not sure if they're good enough to be published? I do, and this is one of those stories. In fact, I'm still not sure about this one when I wrote this note. But, I decided to publish it anyway and let you guys decide. It's a short one. Anyway, this is for those who don't skip my unnecessary rambles on each story.
Happy reading!
Sheldon was in the kitchen when the front door opened and Amy came in with a stagger. He rushed to her as she tripped herself and almost fell. He managed to catch her in time to save her from falling, then quickly guided her to the sofa and sat her.
"Amy, are you drunk?" Sheldon asked, frowning. It was a rhetorical question, the fact that she had lost her balance due to too much drinking was obvious. He never liked the idea of Amy having girls' night that involved alcohol in the evening and regrets the next morning.
"No?" Amy replied, unsure.
"Really?" Sheldon asked mockingly, another rhetorical question.
"Yesss, but you can't tell Sheldon. Sshhh…" she whispered. She pressed her finger to her lips but then her giggles gave away.
"Ha-ha. Very funny. Now, let's get you all clean up first before we get you to bed."
"Ooh, you want me on the bed," she slurred.
Sheldon just shook his head and carefully placed his hand around her waist to guide her to stand. The trip to the bathroom was a challenge for Sheldon as Amy kept staggering and swaying making him had to hold her still. He was worried that she would injure herself, or worse, both of them.
"I'm starting to regret introducing you to Penny years ago. She's a bad influence for you. I should have kept you for myself," Sheldon complained.
"But she's my bestie!" Amy replied, pouting.
"Yes, she's your best friend. But I'm the one who has to take care of you when the party is over. I'm going to have a word with her later."
"But she's my bestie!" Amy only repeated stubbornly.
"Very well. You made that point clear. Penny would kick me anyway if I try to forbid you from doing anything you like or befriend with anyone you want."
"Bestie!" Amy cheered.
Sheldon closed the toilet lid and sat Amy there. He took Amy's toothbrush then put toothpaste on it. Trying to brush Amy's teeth was another challenge for him as she kept randomly talking and humming during the process, messing his t-shirts. He was grateful for not changing to his pajamas yet. Sheldon then wet the washcloth in the bathroom and tried to clean the makeup on her face, thank goodness she was wearing light makeup and it wore off easily. Her need to occasionally wear makeup always puzzled him, he thought she always looked pretty with or without it.
Changing Amy into her nightgown was another difficult task. Amy kept giggling and squirming the whole time, and she wore so many layers Sheldon wondered how she did not feel hot under those layers. He considered giving up and just let her sleep with the clothes she was wearing but he knew she would not feel comfortable sleeping like that. As much as Sheldon did not like the idea of her getting drunk, he hated seeing and knowing Amy being uncomfortable even when she was drunk.
When he finally managed to finish the tasks of taking care of her and made sure she would be comfortable, he guided Amy back to the bedroom. He made sure to pull the blanket over before Amy crashed on the bed.
"Now, you, little lady, are going to sleep." He put the blanket around her and was about to leave the bedroom to perform his night routine check before he slept.
"Cuddles, where are you going?" Amy called from the bed.
"I need to lock the door and turn off the lights first," Sheldon replied.
"No, don't go. Don't you love me?" Amy protested.
"Of course, I love you. I love you so much I need to make sure the door is locked to prevent unwanted intrusion so that we'll be safe and sound tonight. I'll be back shortly," Sheldon said. He went to the living room despite Amy's small cry of 'No' but quickly performed the task then returned to the bedroom.
"Cuddles is back!" Amy clapped her hand when Sheldon reentered the bedroom.
Sheldon only rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom right away. He hurriedly completed his night ablution and change into his pajamas.
"You really need to sleep, Amy," Sheldon said when he walked back to the bedroom and found Amy was still playing with the blanket on the bed.
"But I want to cuddle."
"I don't think it's a good idea. You just consumed a pretty amount of alcohol, your body temperature would rise and you will feel too warm," Sheldon replied. He placed himself on the bed next to Amy. Taking care of Amy had caused his bedtime to shift, he should had been sleeping an hour ago.
"What should a woman do to cuddle with her boyfriend?" she said, giving him her puppy eyes.
"Amy, I'm your husband! We had a wedding with vows and everything!"
"Potato, potahto," Amy mumbled. She switched to lay on her side pouting, giving her back to him.
Sheldon sighed. "Ugh, fine. Come here," he raised his arm. "Just don't blame me when you wake up in the middle of the night all sweaty."
Amy quickly shifted to face him and embraced him tightly, pressing her face on his chest. She muttered, "Cuddles."
"It's a good thing you're cute and I love you," Sheldon mumbled.
Amy's snore came shortly in reply.
Sheldon sighed. He really did love her. Even though he was not a fan of a drunk Amy, when tomorrow morning she felt awful due to the hangover, he would still take care of her.
Hope you enjoyed it somehow. Thank you for reading. Kind words and reviews would be very much welcome, I reread those when I have bad days.