Jason couldn't help himself.

You were his baby, his angel. How could he not buy you everything you wanted? He had the money, after all, and it's not like he planned on spending it on himself.

Jason grew up poor. He was used to keeping the same pair of shoes until they had holes worn into them, and scraping by on what little they had. He carried those habits into adulthood, and he admittedly felt guilty when he bought himself something when he could buy you that dress you'd been eyeing online instead.

Of course, you were always hounding him about pampering himself from time to time as well, but nothing could beat the little sparkle you'd get in your eye when he'd give you another gift.

Right now, he was waiting for you to get home, fiddling with a bow on the newest present he'd acquired for you - a pair of heels you were gushing about the other day, even though you barely wear heels. Jason didn't care about if you actually used the gifts he got, he just liked seeing that smile on your face.

Upon seeing you walk into the apartment, he holds the gift box out for you to take.

"Got you a little something, angel," He hums, eyes taking in your form appreciatively.