“I like this one, it’s gorgeous.” I tell you, still sat on the edge of the bed where you forced me to sit around 10 minutes ago. I wasn’t going to move because I’m enjoying the haul you’re giving me.

I heard you complaining that you didn’t have any clothes to your friend on the phone and I had to help out my wife. I few days later I handed you my card and told you that you can go and spend as much as you want on clothes, which you did and now I’m happy as ever to watch you show me all of them.

This isn’t the first and definitely not the last time you’ve done this, I mostly only do it just so I can see the pure excitement on your face but I’m too narcissistic to tell you that. So, I sit and watch you with a smile on my face while you spin around in these pretty and expensive dresses like you haven’t just obliterated my bank account but I secretly love it.

“That’s my favourite I think.” I speak up again, my gaze looking over your form and the tight navy blue dress you’re wearing.