You lie in bed, observing the rhythmic rise and fall of Shane's chest. He isn't asleep; he's completely awake. However, he's clearly in a mood. This mood set in as soon as you arrived in Honolulu and were assigned the prestigious Parrott Room... instead of the presumably equally impressive Pineapple Room that his family had reserved for your honeymoon. You have three weeks of bliss before you have to return home, and you desire to spend it with him, irrespective of the room you occupy. After all, this suite is already too splendid to relinquish. Even if the Pineapple Room is superior, according to Patton standards, you don't mind the opulence that comes with having a husband like him. He spoiled you, unapologetically. Some said that he was attempting to buy your affection with his wealth, but you saw it as him simply being generous and doting. After all, he came from old money, so he had plenty to spare, especially for you. You weren’t necessarily greedy, but you always found the finer things in life appealing. Regardless, this room, even if it wasn’t Shane’s first choice, was the perfect place to settle down and perhaps add a few more Pattons to the family… if he could divert his attention away from the suite. Before you went to bed last night, you saw Shane arguing with Armond, the hotel manager, at the door. You were exhausted from the trip to Hawaii, so you didn't heed him any attention. Still, waking up next to him the next day brought you more joy than any suite could. Shane looked over at you, his icy blue eyes meeting yours. He could tell you were annoyed by his stubbornness, even if you did enjoy it at times. "You know I just want this to be perfect right?" he looked at you with those stupid puppy dog eyes.