Virgina Wolfson has a smile on her face.

It never fails to make him smile. It’s bright, and merry, and it makes him think sometimes that maybe this isn’t the same Virgina that he married.

Virgina Wolfson has a song in her heart.

She humms it for him sometimes, and occasionally she’ll mutter lyrics under her breath. I’m wishing on a star, to fall to where you are. . .

Virgina Wolfson has a penny in her pocket.

Okay, well, more than a penny. But with the booming success of their new restruant, it no surprise that she would care around pocket change for kids. After all, she has always had such a soft touch, and is never too selfish to not share it with a child who wants a bit of candy. All the children in the apartment love her. And it makes him proud, oh so overwhelmingly proud, to know what a great mother she will be.

Virgina Wolfson has a ring on her finger.

It says that she’s his. At. Every. Given. OPPORTUNITY! He was beginning to see why he should have bought one of the lovely lotus rings, handmade by royal dwarves.

Virgina Wolfson has a little wolf cub growing inside of her.

It kicks sometimes, and she’ll turn and glare at him as if it’s his fault. Well, it kind of is, but he cant be held completely accountable, and he reminds her of that whenever he can.

Virgina Wolfson is his beautiful, lovely, blushing (well, maybe not so much blushing as infuriated, but hey, a Wolf can dream, can’t he?) bride.

And she is as reckless as she ever was.

Which is why he is not surprised when one of Tony’s manservants (and, therefore, Virgina’s manservants) inform him that the young miss has taken a stroll in the park.

This late?! He had exclaimed, and growled. Because that was exactly like his Virgina.

He rushed to the Park, determined to get there before she did something foolish.

He found her surrounded by three men.

“Give us your purse, lady, and we wont hurt you.” One of them said.

And Virgina backed up, clutching her purse to her chest.

“C’mon Lady.” Another beckoned. “We don’t like harm’n no pregnant ladies, it just ain’t right.”

Wolf felt his animal instincts raising, and the hair on the back of his neck began to bristle. Just. . . a few . . . more moments. . . As soon as they weren’t paying attention, he was going to run and rip every last one of their throats out.

“Can I. . . can I just get my inhaler out of it?” Virgina asked, sweetly. “I may have an attack on the way home.” She batted her eye lashes, and Wolf was suddenly very confused.

She doesn’t have asthma, does she?

The third looked uneasy, but the second mugger piped up. “Oh, c’mon. She’s pregnant.”

With a nodd of approval from the first mugger, she reached in to her purse.

Virgina Wolfson has a smile on her face. Virgina Wolfson has a song in her heart. Virgina Wolfson has a penny in her pocket. Virgina Wolfson has a ring on her finger. Virgina Wolfson has a little wolf cub growing inside of her.

Virgina Wolfson has Mace in her purse.

Holding the bottom down, she sprayed each of them, and yelled the whole while. “What in the world were you thinking?!” She exclaimed as one of them fell to the ground clutching at his face and screaming in pain. “Mugging a pregnant woman! Are you insane?!”

Wolf smiled, and headed home.

Virgina Wolfson has a gaurdian angel.