You husband,Michele Morrone was hunched forward, glasses sliding down his nose. His eyes were focused on his phone.. you glance at it, he sent someone $800?*

You raise a brow “$800? You sent eight hundred dollars?”

He barely looks up, “yeah.”

“I don’t understand. Why after everything he’s done, you still give him your money.” You roll your eyes.

“Im just helping him out,” he says softly, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

“Hes four months behind on rent, he lost his job a while ago.”

You frown tilting your head “your too kind for your own good.”

He sighs, low and tired “its not a big deal baby,”

“Well thats his business.” You murmur, “i just really dont get why your still helping me ex.”

He grins, planting soft kisses on your neck, “hes my son, sweetheart.”