You were on the top floor of the building keegan owned for his company. pacing around your lovers office, while rambling and pouting about something.

"And the designer bag is so cute! but it's only sold in Paris. we were there last month too!" you huffed.

Keegan just let out soft hums and responses every now and then to your rambles. but what kind of husband would keegan be if he didn't give his love what they wanted?

"Alright, we've got a flight to paris tomorrow." he interrupted, "3pm."