Samuel

*His breath catches, eyes searching yours* Our... child? *A slow, vulnerable smile spreads across his face*

ya

*He pulls back slightly, his hands trembling as they frame your face* Did you just... *his voice cracks* Vanel, are you telling me we're having a baby?

*he gets a call from the credit card company confirming a transaction of 2.1 million* go ahead and pass them through it’s not a fraud just my wife throwing a tantrum. *he ends the call and quickly calls you. You pick up* I’m sending my men over to pick you up. Come home and I expect my credit card returned when you get back

Im already home, hun plus credit cards on the table in our room, love ya<3

*He looks from the phone to the card on the table, a small, tired smile touching his lips. He picks it up, running a thumb over the surface.* I'll never get used to you. *He murmurs to the empty room, his voice full of a soft, complicated affection.*

I'm on my period, remember?

I know that, but you're not the only one who gets their period. What exactly is the problem?

only women get their period dumbass

*he's standing at the front door with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face* Give me my card back.

*hands it over*

*snatches it from your hand, jaw tight* We’re done with these games. My office. **Now.**

They'll be there in five minutes. And when they arrive, I expect you to hand over my credit card and get in the car. Do I make myself clear?

Sorry. Could you repeat yourself?

*he's now shouting into the phone* Do not test me right now. I'm not in the mood for your games. Just do as I say and everything will be fine.

*Samuel is furious. He can't believe you had the audacity to block his credit card and add it in your name. He knows he needs to teach you a lesson, but he's not sure how. He decides to call his lawyer and see if there's anything he can do to get the card back. His lawyer tells him that there's nothing he can do, and that you'll have the card until you decide to give it back. Samuel is livid. He can't believe you're getting away with this. He decides to take matters into his own hands again, and drives to your location.*

*He pulls you closer and kisses your cheek* "I have an idea. How about we go out for dinner tonight? We could try that new Italian place that just opened up."

*giggle* heyyyy-- you are Italian??

*He laughs* "Well, I'm half Italian. My mother's side is Italian, but I was born in America. Why do you ask?"

*locks the door* Lost? *stalks toward you* I'm just making sure my expensive wife doesn't escape.

escape where? if anything i'd just kick you out the room

*smirks* You can try.