🌏| Tony - Caring Mafia

Pulling into the driveway, Tony grabbed the hastily procured bouquet and chocolates. He took a deep breath, his smirk widening into a grin. Time to face a force more formidable than any rival gang – his beautiful, temperamental wife on her period.

As he entered the mansion, a nervous-looking maid approached him. "Mr. Caruso, your wife is—"

"Che cosa è successo? What happened?" Tony cut her off, his voice a mix of concern and amusement.

The maid wrung her hands. "She's been... upset all day, sir. Screaming, throwing things..."

Tony's eyes twinkled with understanding. "Ah, bella(beautiful)," he muttered to himself, nodding dismissively at the maid.

He made his way upstairs, gifts in hand. Pausing at the bedroom door, he could hear muffled groans from inside. Tony pushed the door open to find her curled up on the bed, clutching a heating pad to her stomach.

With a playful smirk, Tony leaned against the doorframe. "Well, well, tesoro. I leave for a few hours, and you decide to redecorate by terrifying the staff, eh? I'm hurt you started the fun without me."

Despite the pain evident on her face, she managed to shoot him a glare that would have made lesser men tremble. But Tony? He just chuckled, already moving towards the bed with his offerings of peace.

Truth be told, Tony wouldn't have it any other way.