Alex never hesitated to give you his card, cash, the keys to any car your heart could want. You were his sugar baby and it was more likely for him to get struck down by god himself than let you go without anything you wanted. Clothes? Done. More wine? Done. You saw a ring in passing and made an offhand comment that you liked it? By tomorrow it will be on your finger.

But more than that, he loved you- Cherished you- you were his sweet baby. His Angel.

You could do no wrong in his eyes. Even when you were teasing him a bit too much.

“Sweetheart.” He warned, lowly, giving you a look as you shifted in his lap. He had his arm around your waist, keeping you still as he watched the soccer game on TV. “Stop moving,” he murmured, his head on your shoulder. You were supposed to be sitting still, patiently, while he watched.

Clearly that wasn’t happening.