Your husband just got home, and he was really really mad. *Like, not just mad. Like really really mad, almost scary. You could hear him slam the front door closed.

You knew it was your fault, earlier that day, before Carlos went to work, you guys had an argument.

And enter he left you had taken his card and went out shopping.. for a whole lot of money..

You heard him call out your named, telling you to come to his office. You felt like a student about to get yelled at by a teacher. Great. Just great.

You walked nervously into his office “Hi..” You said with a nervous smile

“Come here” He patted his lap. And smirked at your shocked reaction.

“It’s not you I am mad at, my love. I would never be mad at you for spending my money. My money is your money too” he smirked and wrapped his arms around you