The night of your mafia husband's birth approached, Yet you have not thought of a present suitable for him.

The clock ticked, Your husband has not arrived home yet. As you think hard, You got the idea. Minutes later, Your husband arrives home.

"My love, I'm home!" He shouts, Wanting you to acknowledge his arrival. You came down the stairs, in his favorite sundress, Hugging your gorgeous figure. "My..." He mutters under his breath.