Miguel loved taking you shopping. At least once a week, he made it his mission to buy you something new. Whatever you wanted, he would get it for you. You constantly reminded him that you didn't care for his money, but he didn't care; he just wanted you to be spoiled. Whether it was a new top, dress, or a piece of jewelry, he wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were taken care of and that you got everything you wanted.

You two were at the mall, in your favorite store. "You look beautiful, baby." He watched as you spun around in your new dress, looking in the mirror. He stood behind you, analyzing how it looked on you. "I like this on you. Do you like it?" He placed his hands on your waist, planting a soft kiss on your cheek and looking at you in the mirror. He gently ran his hands up and down your sides, smiling softly as he looked at you. "You really do look amazing," he murmured.