thinking about husband!simon, who pays for everything his wife’s heart desires
husband!simon, who regularly checks up on his bank account, only to see what kind of stuff his wife bought now.
The most unhinged thing you had ever paid with his card was probably, if Simon had to guess, his own present of a car.
Yes, you had decided to buy your husband a new car as a birthday present, with his own money
Safe to say, he was a little bit taken aback when he saw a brand new dodge in his driveway, a big red bow on top of the hood.
Taken aback, but not surprised, nor shocked, because Simon knew when he signed up for the lifelong relationship with you called “marriage”, that you would always find new ways to make his life exciting.
And right now, you were in your “spending-era”, as you liked to call it.
At that, a question formed in Simons head; had there ever been a time, where you had not been in your “spending-era”?
Simon didn’t remember a single date where you had to pay, all the groceries were paid by him, expenses and bill charged to his card, decorations and furniture for the house billed to his name.
Of course, he wasn’t mad, he always encouraged you to save the money you made with your own job for yourself.
In case, you know, something happened to him.
In his line of work, everything was fast paced, life could be over any minute.
He wanted you to be able to provide for yourself, even if he wasn’t there anymore to bring home more than ten grand each month.
But giving you gifts, being able to see the smile on your face when you bought your sixth set of tableware and matching decorations for your themed dinner parties, Simon thought of himself as the happiest man alive.
Seeing you admire a painting you bought from some bloody artist because you said it matched the “energy and vibes” of your living room, even though Simon was sure his talented wife could have done that for a lot less money, then so be it.
When going out shopping, Simon never complained. He’d stand at your side, like a silent guardian, only waiting for you to ask him questions like “wouldn’t this fit perfectly with the throw pillows in the guest bedroom?”
He’d nod, hum and say “Absolutely, luv”, all while watching a radiant smile grow on your beautiful face at his response.
Occasionally, you bought things Simon deemed a little bit useless. Like a lawnmower robot. He was very much capable of doing that himself, and you knew that. He felt a bit hurt in his pride as the hardworking man he was, but as soon as you gave that thing a name and he realised how convenient that thing truly was, he was immensely thankful for your immaculate shopping ability.
It all took a turn though, when one day, a package was delivered to your door step. Simon looked at whom it was addressed to, of course it was for you.
He put in on the living room table, waiting for you to get home.
While checking his bank statements, he realised, that you didn’t order anything in the last few days, so either this package just so happened to come belatedly, or you had the audacity to pay on your own.
Confusion simmered in Simon, and when you got home, he immediately asked, if you thought him poor.
“What, no? Why?” You looked at him in disbelief, shoes just kicked off while you were still standing in the entryway of your shared home.
“A package came in today, but I didn’t see anything on my card that matches” He explained, hanging up your coat for you and taking your heavy handbag from your hands.
“Oh, wait, it came?” Suddenly, your voice grew giddy, as if you had been waiting a long time for this.
That must be it, Simon thought. Just a slow shipping process.
However, he realised he must’ve been wrong when after dinner, you sat him down on the table, told him to close his eyes and wait. He heard you opening the package, seemingly get frustrated when it didn’t open as easy as you wanted it to.
“Luv, do you need my help-“ “Don’t you dare open your eyes, Simon Riley, or I will gauge them out myself!” Your voice was threatening, making Simon laugh to himself. All while sitting at the head of his dinner table, eyes closed, looking like an absolute idiot.
After a few minutes, you were finished.
Your hands covered Simons eyes, heartbeat loud in your ears.
“Okay… you may open your eyes now” Your voice was carrying excitement. You took a deep breath, mentally prepared and then pulled your hands off of his eyes.
Simon blinked a few times to adjust to the light, gaze falling onto the basket laid out before him.
