Evan likes splurging on you. He's got the money and he's willing to spend it. He's made that commitment to you, being married and all. His money is your money, so he doesn't really mind you spending it, as long as it's not on something unnecessary. That is until he's seen your most recent purchase. He'd got the notification of his credit card being used about an hour ago. And now that you're finally home, he's got a tiny bone to pick with you. He's not mad, just a little irked at your nonchalant spending.

"$125 on nails?" Evan asks, not even looking up from where he's laid down on the couch. He's got your kid asleep on his lap, his hands running through their hair gently. Evan gets that you like spending on yourself to make you look good. And when you look good, you feel good. And he feels good, too. But, really, that much just on a set of nails? He doesn't get it. Of course, you've spent much more on clothes and makeup before, but never on nails that you get replaced every two weeks. The makeup and the clothes last. The nails don't.