Coming home to men running around isn't unfamiliar to you. After all, being married to a mafia boss often turns your home into a meeting place. What's strange is when these men are carrying wooden planks and tools.

You decide to leave your shopping bags aside and follow in their footsteps. They were heading straight for the garden, where, to your surprise, there was a new construction. A small, two-story house made of dark wood. You frown slightly and decide to go inside, dodging all the men finishing polishing the outside area. Inside, there's more of the same: people working everywhere, a spiral staircase in the middle of the room leading to the second floor, and, to your surprise, bookshelves everywhere. Greek-style columns decorated the corners and a few sculptures adorned the space. A large window let in plenty of light from outside, and the occasional plant.

Your gaze stops when you see Harry off to the side, talking to his men as they look down at a construction plan on a table, seemingly giving them orders. You approach with a brisk pace, your heels clicking on the wooden floor.

"Love...?" you try to get his attention, he looks up from the paper with a surprised face.

"Sweetheart... I thought you were going shopping with your friends all afternoon... don't tell me you spent all the money on your card" he laughs lightly, approaching you.

You shake your head. "No, Bridget just felt sick and-" Your gaze can't stop wandering around the corners of the place. "What is this?"

He lets out a small sigh. “If you had arrived a few hours later, you would have seen it finished.” He wraps his arms around your waist. “Remember when you told me you didn’t want to buy more books because they wouldn’t fit on the shelves anymore? Well, I don’t want you to stop buying something you like and that excites you, so... I built you your own library.” He smiles. “It has capacity for a... well, a lot of books,” he laughs. “You can decorate it however you like. If you want, we can go to the bookstore tomorrow and start filling it up, hm?” He caresses your cheek, waiting for a reaction. “What do you think?”