A few weeks after their first girls' night together, Penny, Bernadette, and Amy planned a night out, which Sheldon quickly joined when he heard the main activity would be bashing Leonard's girlfriend, Priya. Sheldon accompanied a drunk Amy to her apartment door at the end of the evening. "Shhh...we have to be quiet. I don't want Max to hear us," she attempted to whisper as she struggled to put her key in the lock, only to have the door opened from inside.
"Hi, Amy. It sounded like you could use a little help with the door," the teenage girl on the other side of the door explained as she saw the state Amy was in. "Do you need some water or something to eat?"
"Thank you, Liz," slurred Amy. "I don't need anything. How was Max?"
"He was good, like always. We played and read a few books before he went to bed around eight. He's been asleep ever since. I'll come over tomorrow for you to pay me. It looks like you're having a bit of a rough night," Liz excused herself from the apartment as Amy and Sheldon sat on the couch.
Amy glanced around the living room of her apartment as she realized this was the first time Sheldon had not only been in her apartment, but been under the same roof as her son. "Thank you for seeing me to my door, Sheldon. It's nice that you care about me."
"My mother raised me to be a gentleman. And a gentleman always sees the woman he spent the evening with to her door."
"Well, thank you for being a gentleman. You deserve a proper thank you," commented Amy as she closed the space between herself and Sheldon to kiss him.
Sheldon blinked for a moment after Amy pulled away, only replying with one word, "Fascinating."
"I hope you don't take what I'm about to do as a comment on what we just did," Amy said as she excused herself from the living room and made her way to the bathroom.
Unsure what to do in this situation, Sheldon opened the refrigerator and found a bottle of water before following the sounds of Amy's retching to her bathroom. "I got you some water," he stated as he set the bottle on the floor next to her.
"Thank you," she replied before moving towards the toilet bowl again.
"Momma, are you sick?" a small voice came from the doorway.
Amy lifted her head to look at her son, "Just a little. But don't worry, I'll be fine in a little while. Why don't you go back to your room and I'll tuck you in again in a minute?"
The two-year-old eyed Sheldon sitting on the edge of the tub, "Who are you? I don't know you."
"I'm Sheldon. You must be Max. It's nice to meet you. Your mother has told me quite a bit about you," Sheldon answered.
"Hi, Sheldon. My mommy talks about you a lot. I think she likes you. If she likes you, that means I like you. Can you tuck me in? I think mommy fell asleep."
Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Max was correct. Amy had passed out on the floor next to the toilet. "Sure. Do you need another story?" He asked as he followed the boy to his bedroom. Sheldon read another bedtime story and tucked Max back into bed before returning to the bathroom to check on Amy.
"Amy," Sheldon gently shook her shoulder in an attempt to rouse her from her nap on the bathroom floor. "You should get up and go to your bed." His prompting was met with a groan, but he continued his attempts. "You'll be more comfortable." This caused Amy to turn onto her back while throwing her arm over her eyes to block the harsh bathroom light. He decided to try one last suggestion to get Amy off the bathroom floor, "Max thinks you're really sick. You don't want him to find you passed out on the bathroom floor again, do you?"
Groaning, Amy rolled on her side again, "Go away. The floor is cold. It feels good."
Sheldon glanced around the small room and spotted what he hoped was a clean towel hanging over the rack behind the door. He folded a few times until he was happy with the size and gently lifted Amy's head to tuck the towel turned pillow under it. "Good night, Amy. I hope you take my advice and move to your bed at some point before morning."
Sheldon was at his computer the next morning when he had an incoming video call from Amy. "Good morning, Amy," he greeted her when he saw the disheveled state she was in. "Are you experiencing dehydration, headache, nausea, and shame?"
"Yes. What happened last night?" Amy rubbed her forehead.
Grinning, Sheldon had been expecting Amy to experience this. "Ah, memory impairment. The free prize at the bottom of every vodka bottle. You kissed me, then vomited on and off for forty minutes. Max heard you throwing up and asked if you were sick. He asked you to tuck him back in, but by then you had passed out on your bathroom floor. I read him another story and put him to bed again. After he was settled, I returned to the bathroom, where I tried to get you to go to your bed, you refused, so I folded a towel under your head as a pillow, set your oven clock to the correct time because it was driving me crazy, and I left."
Amy hesitated before replying. "I don't know where we go from here."
"I suggest we treat our relationship as if it were a crashed computer and restore it to the last point we both agree it worked," suggested Sheldon.
Amy heard a noise from the other side of the room, "Agreed," she stated as Max jumped on the couch next to her and leaned over her to see who she was talking to on the computer.
"Hi, Mr. Sheldon. Thank you for my story last night. I'm hungry, momma. What's for breakfast?" he asked as he attempted to climb into Amy's lap.
"I'll get you something to eat in a minute. Go wait for me at the table," she answered before returning her attention to the computer in front of her. "It's not easy living with a temperamental little primate. I should probably go," Amy cringed at the thought of taking care of her son while hungover.
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