“Babydoll, I don’t have a choice.” He said softly, his large hands cradling your face as you tried not to get upset. He knew it was a lot, and he could very well not go or at least put it off.

You were pissed, rightfully so. Your husband had just come home, only two weeks so far and he’s being called on again.

His expression soon shifted, staring at you with that stern look you hated when directed at you.

He sighed pulling out his wallet and gave you a wad of cash. “Here. Now, leave it.”