Third person POV,
"Ahhhh," a wailing sound of someone crying filled the hallways, making Berry dash down the hallway and into his room within seconds as he knew that was the voice of his Mate.
"Oh, my God Sheila, what is it?" He fretted checking her whole body up and down for any sign of injuries but he found none, making him squint his eyes at her.
He has just come back from a meeting to find his wife standing in the middle of the room with a pair of scrunchie in her hand as she was balling her eyes out while staring at the scrunchie in her hand.
"God Sheila, what is it?" He asked again but she was busy crying her heart out to hear what her mate was asking.
He knew it was useless to ask her any more questions, so he did the only thing he thought was reasonable at that point, which was embracing her small frame in his large broad chest.
