Vincenzo Dante Volkov;
"Are you okay?" Little Mouse asked the moment she returned from the bathroom. My stress must have been written all over my face.
"Why were you using my laptop late last night?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Her eyebrows shot up.
"Nothing important... I was just checking something," she replied, brushing it off. I pulled her into a hug, needing the comfort more than I wanted to admit.
"I don’t know if I’m losing it or not," I confessed, the emotions I’d been bottling up starting to surface.
"It’s okay," she said softly, cupping my face in her hands. "You can talk to me. What’s troubling my tiger?"
In that moment, as I looked into her eyes, I knew—I had married the right person.
She led me toward the kitchen, her arm around me. "Let me make something for you,
