For a half a second his stomach had gone into his throat, after he had got home and Mary had been nowhere to be seen. Then there was the envelope. Stevie was half afraid it was a Dear Jon letter. He would totally understand if it had been, she had been under a lot of stress being the glue that held them all together.
But what he had found instead... Had caused him to make the least manly noise to ever come out of someone with a set of balls. He clutched the picture to his chest for a second, glancing around to be sure no one would come in and check on him. When he was sure that he was going to stay alone, he checked it again. At the note on the back, the keys...
Stevie had taken all of a minute to process everything, and take a moment to drool over his delicious wife. She was a gift, he was sure about that. But he had to find her.
He found the apartment in record time. He didn't even realize he knew his way around as well as he did, but if someone had asked him directions, he wouldn't have been able to give them out. Not that he would.
Wiping off his sweaty palms, he let himself in shortly after. He thanked the keen hearing he was gifted with when he heard the faint buzz. He knew what that meant. A faint grunt rose from his gut. He followed it. The sound, the smells... Stevie was sure he could practically taste her.
He walked in on a sight that would stop any man's heart, it robbed him of his breath.