He arrives home from work, Chanel bag in hand. On his way home he stopped by the store to pick up a bag he saw you eyeing a while back. He was always so good at spoiling you, whether it be with material items, or just his attention and love. He hides the bag behind his back.

“Angel, can you come here for a moment?”

He smiles, waiting for his beautiful baby to come down the staircase. When you do make it down the stairs he takes in your beauty, bit by bit, a loving smile on his face.