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her. Within minutes, her mask was back up. I sighed in defeat.
    “Sure, that would be great. Please use our joint credit card though. I know you haven’t used it at all,” I pleaded, going to her side and wrapping my arm around her waist.
    She tossed me a sour look and shook her hair. Her red curls were already falling from her ponytail and I pushed some of them back behind her ear.
    “If you really want me to, I will. It just makes me feel uncomfortable because I don’t even pay rent. I make good money and it just sits in my account. I thought until Niall or I need something outrageously expensive, I wouldn’t use that card,” she stated calmly.
    I never wanted to throttle a woman so badly in my life. There was a hundred thousand dollar limit on that card and she hadn’t spent a penny in the months I had given it to her. I looked in her wallet once and saw she hadn’t even taken the damn sticker off to activate it. She just wasn’t high maintenance. She was no maintenance.
    On our first month anniversary, I had to literally shove a Rolex watch on her one day after chasing her around the whole apartment. She was screaming “You can’t make me” and I just growled. Stubborn little brat . The next day, she returned the watch and bought a FOSSIL watch with a plastic band. She said Niall would want to chew on it and she would feel bad if it a real expensive one got ruined. Bull shit!
    I wore my watch all the time and not once had he put it in his mouth. She appeased me by taking a long shower and showing me how the watch was water proof. She was so proud. I really didn’t give a shit because she was naked and wet. Except for the watch, of course.
    “You are so inflexible, woman,” I claimed, trying to fake a serious look and desperately failing.
    “Shhh. No bad mouthing me around Niall. You can tell me how flexible I am when we are alone later,” she smirked. I slapped her on the ass and grunted in agreement.
    I changed almost immediately and called Sam back. I wanted to get there, get back, and have a night with Lizzie. With both of us working and taking care of Niall, our alone time was restricted. Sometimes we didn’t get to bed until the middle of the night. While we were still living our own lives, we were still getting to know one another. We wanted to make our nights a priority.
    “So, I am going to take off. I will be back in a bit,” I assured her as I kissed her forehead.
    Lizzie didn’t look up, but gave a slight nod. She was clearly disconcerted but I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. I needed her to think about something else while I was gone.
    “Liz? We have that dinner this weekend with the partners. Are you going to go shopping for a dress this week?” I asked tentatively. She looked up in surprise.
    “Oh, shit. That’s this weekend?” She asked.
    “Babe, we talked about it several times last week. I thought you had started looking for a dress. Maybe you could take a spa day on Saturday to relax before you have to meet a bunch of grumps?” I urged with a grin.
    “Sure. I would be happy to do that,” she replied unconvincingly.
    I sighed. She did not yearn for a world of affluence. Some days I would come home to her vacuuming and we would argue in our regular banter. She claimed that cleaning calmed her down. I reminded her that we had a damn housekeeper three days a week and the place was spotless sans her therapeutic cleaning.
    Besides that, the woman was pregnant with my child. I would carefully tell her that she didn’t need to clean at our apartment, but she always insisted that she needed to earn her keep at my house. I wondered when she would start calling it our house. Our home.
    I thought to buy a home closer to her parents in Wellesley but the pregnancy and our professional lives took over. A new house took a back seat. I should have insisted more on that. People have told me that it can be difficult to move into their boyfriend or girlfriends’ home. It isn’t equally