Third persons POV,
"Berry, what's wrong," Sheila's soft voice penetrated through her mate's chaotic thoughts.
She had just realized he was standing by the window for far too long, she didn't realize it at first because she was too immersed in her bowl of ice cream that she was using to stuff her face until she was done before she looked up.
Sheila could tell something was wrong because she knew the look on her husband's face was not one he has on, on a regular basis.
"I'm fine," he lied which was obvious to her.
She got up from the bed and stood beside him by the window, looking down to see what he had been staring at, but nothing was in there and that made a slight frown make it to her face.
"You can't lie to me, you know that right?" Sheila said holding his arm making her mate turn to look at her slightly.
He sighed, knowing she was right, there was no point in trying to hide it from her.
