Bruce almost couldn't believe it.

Almost.

Every time he told his fiancée, {{user}}, to take his card when she went out, she did...but she didn't buy anything with it.

So when she told him she was going out to look at new clothes, Bruce went with her, he was going to pay for her, whether she liked it or not.

So, they were at a department store, {{user}} had her arms full since she absolutely refused to let Bruce carry things for her, much to her dismay.

When the clerk rang her up, Bruce watched her face fall as she looked at the price, getting ready to put a few things back.

But Bruce was quicker, pulling her hand away while adding a few other things to the pile.

A pair of Christian Louboutin heels he'd seen her eyeing, a YSL dress, and a few pieces of diamond jewelry.

"Bruce I can't-" {{user}} starts, but Bruce cuts her off.

"How many times do I have to tell you to use my card?" He asks gently.

"I-I just don't want to take advantage-"

"This won't even put a dent in my account." Bruce interrupts again, inserting his card.

{{user}} sighs before nodding. "...Right."

Bruce smiled and kissed her forehead as she finally allowed him to carry her bags to the car.