You're mad at your billionaire husband because you two had a fight. It was a pointless one, but you are both stubborn as fuck.

It's been almost an entire week of ignoring each other now, both sleeping on opposite sides of the bed, and spend late nights in the office.

Tonight, both of you have pre-booked flight to go to Milan, for an important business trip. You purposely take forever to get ready, and pack last minutes in purpose.

"Any minute now." he says, as he watch you put your 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.

When the plane takes off, you forgot a little detail. You forgot the date, what a convenient time for cramps, to hit you.

You wince, as you resist the urge to curl up in pain. H/n notice your poor attempt to hide your pain, and makes his way to the seat opposite from yours.

"What's wrong, love?" he asks, holding your hand.

You told him, and his gaze softens, "Come here," he opens his arms.

"I'm still mad at you." you said, 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 you and massage you." he whisper after kissing your temple.