Three months later...
Manon
He sighs. “Why not?”
“Because, I like to make and spend my own money.”
He kissed my shoulder. “I just wanna spend my money on you. Is that so bad?”
“Not bad. Just unnecessary. Besides you know how overboard you get,” I nod to the closet full of clothes I barely wear.
He pouts. “I just wanna spoil you. You never let me buy you anything.”
I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “I'm gonna be your wife. Not your mistress. Anyway, you spend enough on Febe.”
I pick her up. She fusses a bit. She's wearing a gold dress. Not gold colored—gold.
He's insane.
“Well she's my baby girl,” He takes her in his arms kissing her head. She gurgles.
“She deserves the best, doesn't she? Yes you do. You're adorable. So adorable. Ahhh!”
I look at him blankly as he clutched his chest.
