Samuel

*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.

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.

*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.**

*groans softly* You're gonna be the death of me *cups her face in both hands* My little wildcat.

*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?

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 turns his head from the window, a dangerous glint in his eyes.* Bored? *He leans across the seat, closing the space between you until his lips are beside your ear.* We'll have to fix that, then.

*i pull away* fix what?

*His smirk widens, and he doesn't pull away. Instead, his fingers lightly brush your jaw, tilting your face back to his.* Your boredom, of course. *His voice is a low, intimate murmur.* It won't do to have you looking so listless at our event.

*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?"

*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.*