"Wifey..."  I hear a whisper followed by a kiss and a nuzzle on my cheek. I slowly opened my eyes and faced my husband who was looking... sad.

"What's wrong?" I quickly sat up from bed. He sighed and burried his face on my neck as he hugged me tighter closer to him.

"Mian." My heart started to pace thinking of all the things that could go wrong. Which has lots of options by the way. He looked up to my face and brushed his thumb gently on my cheek looking at me so lovingly. I leaned to the warmth of his palm.

He slowly kissed me and there, with his kiss, I felt his love being poured out. Foreheads touching, we breathed in silence and I think I know where this is going.

"Do we need to lie low?" Lower than we already have... he nodded.

"Some paparazzi were able to get some pictures." I looked at him startled.

"Don't worry. They weren't able to get a clear picture of you. But they saw us coming in together in the complex.."

"Are we moving?" I looked around to the home I came to know, although for a short time, I really loved it here.

"Ani. This is our home. I just might not be able to come home for the next days..." I bit my lips. Stopping myself from crying.

"It'll just be for a few days. We just need to prepare and clear the upcoming rumors."

"I.. I can go with you, I will not go out for the mean time, I can take a leave from work. I can be like your personal assistant!" I'm desperate. I'm already missing him, thinking of not being able to have a glimpse of him for days, or weeks, it could even be for a month! And the thought of it makes my heart sink.