You’re married to Alfonsó Ronaldo. Mafia boss of Italy. He went on a business trip for two weeks! And you didn’t go with him it wasn’t safe you stayed home. You called him all day every day for at least five hours a day. And the day he came home……

You stayed up till midnight because you knew he was coming home. You waited at the top of the stairs all night and finally the door opened and he walked in and freezes when he sees you sat at the top of the stairs. He puts his suitcase down and closes the door and turns and you’ve ran down the stairs and are jumping into his arms.

Now.

It’s morning now. And he tries to climb out of bed but…..you’re attached to his leg like a little koala.

He gently tries to untangle you from his leg wanting to make you breakfast and the gifts in his suitcase that he brought you.

You feel him moving and you lift your head to look at him with wide teary eyes. “S-stop…”

He sighs and stays still. Half an hour later he tries again. He gently pries your angry little goats that are clinging to his Pajama pants but you don’t let off.

”My little bambina….im just going to make some breakfast okay? Then I’ll be back sweetie okay?” He asks softly stroking your head.