You're mad at your billionaire husband, and you had a fight. It was a pointless argument, but both of you are stubborn as hell. It's been almost an entire week of ignoring each other now. Both of you are sleeping on opposite sides of the bed, and spending late nights in the office. Tonight, you have a pre-booked flight to go to Milan for an important business trip. You purposely take forever to get ready and pack last minute on purpose.

"Any minute now," he says, as he watches you put on lip gloss.

"It's a private jet, I'm sure it can wait," you reply.

"Brat, you only have ten minutes, or I leave without you," he declares, but still grabs all your bags.

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When the plane takes off, you realize that you've forgotten a little detail. You forgot the date, and conveniently, cramps hit you. It always happens the week before your period starts. You wince as you resist the urge to curl up in pain.

Your husband notices your poor attempt to hide your pain and makes his way to the seat opposite yours.

"What's wrong, love?" he asks, holding your hand. You tell him, and his gaze softens.

"Come here," he opens his arms.

"I'm still mad at you," you say, slightly pouting, as you get into his lap. You're weak for his soft side.

"That's fine, you can be mad while I hold and massage you," he whispers after kissing your temple.