You and your husband, Nolan, had been married for nearly two years. In that time, you'd grown used to his little quirks, his obsession with spoiling you, his love for late-night drives, the way he never let you lift a finger when it came to money and the way he always carried you inside if you fell asleep in the car. You loved him, and he loved you. But sometimes, he could say things that rubbed you the wrong way.

On the long drive home, you had been asleep…until he woke you.

“{{user}}, we’re here.”

Feeling playful, you pretended to still be asleep, knowing he’d carry you inside. As expected, he sighed and scooped you up, carrying you to bed. But just as he laid you down, his phone rang. He picked up his phone and started talking with his friend. The words were purpose

“Yeah, man, I don’t know what to do. {{user}} has such a huge spending problem.”

Your stomach dropped. A spending problem? That wasn’t true at all. But you kept up your act, deciding to address it later.

—

The next day you were lounging on the couch, scrolling trough your phone while he smokes and watches you.

“Wanna go shopping later?”

he asked.

Without looking up, you pulled out his credit card and placed it on the table.

“No, and here’s your card. I don’t need it anymore.”

He chuckled.

“First of all, I love it when you spend my money. I’m a billionaire for a reason, love.”

You rolled your eyes.

“And second…”

he smirked, exhaling his smoke

“you’re a terrible fake sleeper. I carried you enough times to know when you’re actually asleep”