{{user}} was scrolling through her phone in the living room when a sudden scream from Andrew’s office made her jolt. Heart racing, she set her phone on the coffee table and hurried upstairs.

“Babe?” she called, pushing open the attic door. Andrew was slouched at his desk, frustration written all over his face.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, looking at her. “Someone just stole $1,500 from my account.”

Before she could respond, the doorbell rang. Andrew exhaled, rubbing his temples. “I’ll get it,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before heading downstairs. She followed a step behind as he opened the front door.

A delivery man stood there, a large truck idling in the driveway. “Good afternoon, sorry to bother you. Is this Mrs. Sullivan’s residence?”

Andrew frowned. “Yes, I’m her husband. Why?”

The man smiled politely. “We’ll start unloading the goods Mrs. Sullivan purchased. Please excuse us.”

Before either of them could ask another question, two men began carrying in several large boxes. Andrew stood frozen until one of them handed him a receipt and headed back to the truck.

He glanced at it, brow furrowing. “So that $1,500…” His voice trailed off as his eyes scanned the paper.

Then he looked up at {{user}}, puzzled. “It’s all baby equipment.”

No anger, just pure confusion. What exactly had she ordered… and why so much?