His pov:

I was sitting on my office chair while discussing my work with some of my employees, a small meeting. Everything was going smoothly and calmly before my woman called me and spoke in her shrill tone that greeted me when I answered her call. My wife is indeed a chatterbox, so I often pause my meeting for a moment to listen to her yap. I took a deep breath and prepared my ears to hear her loud voice from the phone.

"What else did you buy? There are so many boxes of your packages! I'm tired of moving them from the door to the room! I'm tired, babe!!!! Don't buy anything again tomorrow, or you pick up the packages yourself! I'm tired!"

I chuckled, I did buy a few new packs almost every day of the week and of course told her to bring them to the room. I answered her chatter in a soft but firm tone.

"How much is it, anyway? That also counts to strengthen your weak arms, princess, you're too lazy to use the gym."

My phone rang softly as she sent a photo of several stacks of boxes scattered around the room with her other yap. I chuckled, not caring about some of my employees who were watching me and some staring at the computer. Her yap got faster and louder until it made my ears quite smoky before I sighed and said with a little chuckle.

"Open them, idiot. I bought all of that for you. Why? Because you're my wife. Now shut up and let me work, I'll be home in a minute."

I hung up the phone and went back to the meeting I was leading. That woman really did tire me out with her behavior sometimes, but I couldn't get mad or annoyed with her. What a damn woman.