(Based off this post and this movie.) I'm just imagining going out with the girls to the pub. There's a few new people you don't recognize, but you don't pay them any mind. Even when a handsome, older man approaches you do you brush him off. You're not there to find some dick - it's your homegirl's birthday! Come to find out her dad rented her a party yacht.
The party is bumping and you've had far too much to drink. You accidentally stumble into one of the guardrails but it's too short. You fall overboard, knocking the back of your head on the fiberglass boat hull on the way down.
You wake up in the hospital dazed and confused. You can't recall much of anything but you know something bad happened to you. There's TV crews and newspeople ready to ask you questions youre unable to answer. You're far from home, you had no phone or ID, and your "friends" are blackout drunk on a yacht headed for Cape Cod.
You're upset and scared. You want to go home but you can't even recall where that is. You lay despondent and alone in your hospital bed hoping someone will come to claim you. Soon enough, someone does.
He's tall, handsome, and older than you'd expected. Is he a friend of your dad's? Certainly he has to know you. He regards you with glint of heat in his eye.
"Ah, there you are, Love." He sighs in relief. The nurses and doctors who led him into the room intently observe the scene. "Thought I'd never see you again."
You're confused, but he seems to understand. He kneels beside your bed, places your hand in his. He doesn't seem offended when you try to pull away from him. You're certain he's a stranger. He has to be.
"Love, it's me. It's alright, I've got you now." He hums, reaching into his back pocket. He pulls out a silver ring and slips it on your ring finger. It fits perfectly and has a man's name etched into it.
"John?" You question, looking at the ring. He just smiles at you with a strange type of relief.
The nurses and doctors chatter in agreement, tapping at their Ipads and leaving the room. You want to call out to them but John plants kisses to the back of your hand. His mustache tickles.
"Oh, Love, you've no idea how much I've missed you. The boys too." He hums. "'S time to go home."
The boys?
You have children with this man?
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