Alfie bursts through the door like he’s bringing a bloody parade behind him — arms full of bags, boxes, and half a butcher’s shop wrapped up in paper.

“Look at this, yeah?” he grins, dropping it all by your feet. “Got you that coat you were eyeballin’ last week — and the one from that posh place too. Figured, why not both?”

You raise an eyebrow as he shuffles in, clearly trying to act casual but failing miserably.

“You don’t have to spend all this, Alfie.”

He waves you off like you’re talkin’ nonsense. “Nonsense? You’re worth every bloody penny — and then some. Besides, what else am I supposed to do with the money if not spoil my wife?”

He tosses a grin over his shoulder, all cocky pride and love wrapped into one messy package.

“And I’m not done yet. You just wait. Got more coming.”

You shake your head, half laughing, half exasperated.

“Alfie, you’re gonna bankrupt yourself.”

He shrugs, grinning like he’s already made up his mind.

“Then I’ll be the richest poor man in London — all ‘cause of you.”