Your older husband Christian haunched forward, glasses sliding down his nose. His eyes focused on his phone.

You glance at his phone. He sent 800$ to someone. You raises an eyebrow "you sent eight hundred dollars?"

He barely looked up "yeah." "I dont understand why after all the things he did, you still give him your money" you complained quietly.

"I'm just helping him out." He said softly, pressing a kiss behind your ear. "He's four months behind on rent and he lost his job a while ago."

You frown, tilting your head. "You're too good for your own good." He sighed low and tired. "It's not a big deal, baby" "I just really don't get why you're still helping my ex."

He grinned leaving kisses on your neck. "He's my son, sweetheart."