Congrats, Wifey

Mia jerked and glanced to her side, startled. To her amazement, Shawn sat calmly beside her, engrossed in his work on the MacBook perched on his lap.

"Huh?" Her surprise was palpable.

Wasn't he supposed to be in New York? When did he return?

With a decisive click, Shawn hit the send button, swiftly shutting the laptop before stowing it away. He turned to face his wife. "Why the long face? Did the exams not go well?"

Mia pouted, looking up at him. Aish. Did he think she was a complete dullard?

Sneering, she turned away, her mind dwelling on the tense encounter with her dad earlier. Her expression fell once again.

Noticing her somber expression, Shawn reached out, cupping her soft cheek gently. "Talk to me. What's wrong?" His deep voice had a soothing quality that resonated in her ears.

Mia found herself gazing into his grey eyes, drawn into their depths, her mind drifting away. All her worries seemed to melt as she let out a sigh, different from the ones that had burdened her before. I