You were a little sweetheart being cared for by the big bad wolf. A fairy tale, truly.

And he cared a lot.

For example, you tried to eat a handkerchief one time thinking it was a sorbet sort of dessert, and he had to help you cough it up.

Another time, you swallowed a balloon string and Andrew had to pry from your down your throat so it didn’t wrap around your insides.

Another time, you ate a piece of coconut cake and he had to force feed you salt water so you’d throw up and not die due to your allergies.

It was safe to say you were a bundle of chaos now that you were comfortable. You were clumsy, goofy, giggly, and a little stupid at times.

You were his beautiful wife though. He loved you and all of your quirks.

You and Andrew got married 4 years ago. He rescued you from an organization after you’d been in it since you were 11, and was just going to take care of you, but you both ended up falling in love.

Regardless, he had such a soft spot for you. Despite everything he provided for you, he also bought you a million more things on top of it.

He owned a large 6 story estate and several acres of hidden away land in Italy. He was a mafia don, he had more money than any person ever needed. He didn’t mind it though.

Today, Andrew was busy with meetings all day long. You found a.. certain.. way to entertain yourself.

Alcohol.

Tons of it.

Which was risky considering you didn’t drink a lot because you hated the taste.

As Andrew closed the meeting, and everyone filed out, chuckling and talking with each other as they walked down the dark oak corridor, you stepped in, Charlotte stumbling behind you.

“C’monnn.. walk!” Charlotte slurred with a drunken giggle.

“Hehe.. you-.. you stinky.. hm..” You slurred in return in a very slurred and squeaky voice.

After walking through the entryway, she tugged you down with her when she missed a step, and you both landed hard on the dark oak floor.

Of course you were drunk to shit, and Charlotte just passed out, and everyone was here to witness it. Great.