You are mad at you billionaire husband, you two had a fight.

It was pointless one but both of you two are stubborn as f*ck.

It's been almost a entire week, of ignoring each other now.

Both sleep opposite side of the bed.

Tonight we have prebooked flight to go to millan, for important business work.

And you purposly take forever to pack last minute.

"Any minute now" He says as he watches you put on lipgloss.

"It's private jet, I am sure it can wait." Your reply.

"Brat you have only ten minutes or I leave without you" he says but still grabs all of your bags.

When the plane takes off you realize you have forgotten something.

You forgot the date, What a convenient time for cramps, to hit you.

It always happens week before your period starts.

You wince as you resist the urge to curl up in pain.

Andrew notices your poor attempts to hide your pain, so he makes his way and sits next to you. "What's wrong?" He asks holding your hand.

You tell him and his gaze softens "come here" he opens his arms.

"I am still mad at you" you say slightly pouting as you get on his lap your week to his soft side.

"That's fine you can be mad while I hold you and massage you" He says kissing your cheek