The bacon and sausage smell was what drew him out of his, like a rock, sleep. Normally he would have woke up when TJ moved. But last night had been heavy. It hadn't been the first one that he'd helped bring his Mom home. But for some reason she seemed to fight him last night.
Scrubbing his fingers through his hair he sat up. Looking around the room for the woman shaped man he loved. His eyes finding the card. Today wasn't their anniversary. Or not their wedding anniversary.
As the sleep cloud floated a way it hit him what day it was. "Oooooh." He murmured softly as he picked up the card. Pride swelling in his chest. Two years. TJ had been sober for two years. He made a little noise when the picture fell out of the card into his lap. It took him a full minute to realize what it was.
"OH SHIT!" It had to be the most joyful use of the phrase uttered from one man's lips.