Elena's Pov
He got me a plush toy.
Who? My husband. I think it's some kind of 'Christmas' gift. It has to be, right? I stared at the blue octopus plush on the bed. The toy smiled, and I wondered again what made this man get me this.
"Are you going to stand there and look at it all day?" Russo asked.
"Yes."
"Russo, I'm twenty-four years old. I'm not a kid."
"Oh, pardon me, I didn't know plush toys were exclusively for children."
"Yeah… bummer."
"I decided to give you something different. You've had enough jewelry; it's time for something cute."
I tilted my head back and studied him for a second before sitting back down on the bed. I picked up the toy and held it, squeezing its arms together.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Tell me, husband,
