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MILES 42 Spoils you

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(Dont know who the artist it but props to them. Amazing stuff)

Miles loves to spoil me. He's got plenty of money, thanks to the buyer's market for fancy gadgets and Miles' insanely smart brain, and a few choice investments. Money was no longer a problem for him. He had paid off his mothers mortgage and the only reason why Rio still worked was because she respected her own independence.

The gift giving started off slow. The appreciation I showed fuelled his desire to gift me anything and everything.

I started catching onto his antics and shut it down.

“You like that one Mami?” I felt Mies place his hands on my hips from behind as he peeked over my head at the small stuffed animal on display in a window.

“No,” I flatly refused, going to step away only for him to hold on tighter pulling me back. Miles was stronger than me by a long shot. So my attempt to escape was easily foiled. I could see his smirk in the reflection as he moved to encase my body in his arms resting his chin on the top of my head.

“The green or the blue?” he asked.

“Neither,” I muttered.

“Come on Mami, Which one?” he asked, dropping his head to my shoulder.

“I was just looking at the cute cashier,” I stated without thinking.

“Who the old lady?” he asked with a smirk. Looking at the cashier, I grimace slightly.

“Come on Mi Amor,” he coaxed his lips, finding himself a sweet little spot on my neck.

“Nope,” I popped the p.

“Mi vida, Hermosa, Mi Alma, Mi Amada, Cariño, Mi Reina, Bebe,” with each pet name his gentle pecks got more intimate. Trailing down my neck and sending my cheeks a flame. Finding my sweet spot rather easily my eyes widened as he started to suck on it, fully intent on forming a hickey. Pushing the pleasant shiver it sent though my body I cleared my throat.

“Fine!” I suddenly declared. He smirked giving the spot one last peck before straightening up.

“The blue,” I muttered trying to fix my hair pretending that the kisses had not affected me in the slightest.

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Staring at the blue teddy on our bed I huffed in defeat.

Yet as I started to shut down his habit he found ways of literally forcing me to accept it. Whether it be teasing me to the point of acceptance or just flat out ignoring me as he bought the item. The honeymoon period of him actually listening to me diminished in less than a month. Hell I had even tried returning items, Miles caught on and started refusing the receipts when he purchased stuff.

So I made it my mission to not go shopping with him anymore. I succeeded mostly yet sometimes he would still pop up.

It was working to an extent.

Until one day when we went to watch a live performance in the park with Jessica, my best friend and Shiro. I guess you could call him Miles' best friend. The performance was canceled last minute so Jessica decided that we should go shopping. I tried to refuse but Jessica was like Miles in a way. Wouldn't take no for an answer. So there we were walking through a clothing shop. Miles hung closer to me watching and waiting for any reaction I would have. Any slight hint that I liked something and his card was out. Luckily for me I had been practicing the art of deception. The whole time I kept a millstone smile on my face. Miles hated it.

“You're not fooling me with that smile,” he whispered into my ear.

“Oh really? Well I wonder why your cards are nice and snug in that wallet that hasn't left your pocket,” I stated smugly, giving him a wink before turning back to Jessica that held a shirt to her chest asking for my opinion.

“What's up with him?” Jessica asked, nodding to Miles who now wore a slight frown, more than usual.

“I won't let him buy me anything,” I muttered.

“I'm sorry. You're not letting him buy you stuff? Are you sick?” she asked, reaching for my forehead pretending to check my temperature.

“He gets me too much stuff,” I muttered with a small smile pushing her hand away as we walked to the other rack leaving a moody Miles behind.

“And that's a problem, how?” she asked. “You have a sugar daddy and you're not using him,” she tisked going back to looking at things. I hated the feeling that settled in my gut at her words. I know she was just joking but it still hit me deep.

“Hey Mami, we're gonna go check out some things I'll be back,” Miles muttered, gently tapping the side of my hip as he stepped up behind me.

“Ok, meet you at the food court?” I suggested.

“In an hour?” he asked. I nodded and waved him off.

“Now that they're gone we can actually do some shopping,” Jessica said wagging her eyebrows. She dragged me straight towards Victoria's secret. I wasn't gonna lie, I had a good time. Trying things on. Looked at everything that caught my eye without the worry that Miles was gonna buy it. I even bought a nice jacket for Miles. Seeing him sitting down I walked up behind him reaching around to cover his eyes with one hand.

“Hands out,” I demanded with a smile. Miles put his phone down holding his hand out. Placing the bag in his hand I pulled my hand back wrapping my arms around his neck as he opened it.

“What's this for?” he asked holding the jacket up.

“What can't I spoil my man?” I asked, giving his cheek a quick peck before sitting down next to him. He chuckled lowly at my words absolutely loving how I called him ‘my man’

The next day I got back from work walking into our apartment.

“Miles, I’m home,” I called out rounding the kitchen and stopping upon seeing a pile of bags on the dinner table.

“Hey mami,” he called from the couch, keeping his eyes on the television.

“Miles,” I sighed, already knowing what was in those bags.

“I really don't see what the big deal is,” he shrugged, already knowing what my sigh was for.

“Miles,” my tone was more serious now, it snapped slightly and my anger appeared. Miles' head tilted to the side slightly at it. I rarely held this tone. But I had had enough. It was getting out of hand. Miles and I rearly fought. And our fights were mostly me ranting and Miles using a calm tone as he listened.

“What's that tone for?” he asked.

“You know what it's for,” I snapped, chucking my bag on the table looking over it all. Hearing the TV shut off I refused to turn around as he approached me.

“Mami,” he whispered.

“Don't Miles, I'm mad at you right now,” I shook my head walking away from him.

“Babe, come on,” he sighed.

“No Miles, you just don't listen, do you know how frustrating that is?” I ranted ripping my scarf off.

“It's not like you listen to me all the time,” he shrugged, leaning against the door frame of our room. My head snapped to him in a glare that had him sighing again.

“What's got you so wound up. Huh?” he asked softly. That stupid soft understanding tone. That one that held no anger. That's why I hated arguing with him. He never got angry. Never. Frustrated maybe.

“Jessica called you my sugar daddy,” I whispered under my breath, kicking off my shoes.

“Sugar Daddy. Well I like the sound of that,” he mused with a small smirk.

“Miles,” I huffed.

“Aight aight. Lo siento,” he held his hands up in defense.

“So am I gonna have to pry what's bothering you out of ya or?” he trailed off.

“I don't want you to think I'm with you just because of your money. I don't like it, it's so fucken stupid and it makes me feel sick,” I continued to rant moving about the room.

“Mami, hey hey, come er,” he walked forward gently grabbing me, pulling me out of my pacing. His hands rubbed up and down my upper arms as he whispered to me in spanish trying to calm me down.

“Why would you ever think that?” he asked with a frown.

“It's not just me. Other people say it,” I muttered.

“Did those other people know that you were with me when I had a whole total of two dollars to my name. Where my idea of an expensive date was a trip down to the seven eleven and a push bike ride to the lookout?” he asked reminiscing on when we had first gotten together.

“Well no,” I muttered.

“And do they know that you work an honest job and against my wishes pay for your own things. That you pay for what you think is half the rent when really I already bought the apartment and put that money into a savings account that I would have told you about when we had our first kid so you wouldn't stress about buying stuff for em?” my eyes widened slightly at Miles casually mention of not only lying to me about the rent but the talk of a kid. I should be really angry at him for lying to me. But all that was running through my head was a kid.

“You want kids?” I asked softly. We had never talked about kids before.

“Who wouldn't want a little you runnin round?” he asked with a small smirk. My chest flushed with warmth at the sincerity in his eyes.

“Why don't you?” he asked.

“Of course I wan- No wait. I'm getting distracted. You've been lying to me! MIlES!” I snapped.

“Mi amor you're angry, How about we calm down,” He suggested his arms moving to encompass me.

“No, I will not calm down,” I huffed trying to get out of his hold.

“Ok,” he shrugged before tipping us back, myself hitting the bed and him flopping down atop me.

“Miles!” I yelled trying to wiggled out from under him.

“Hum?” he hummed, not moving an inch.

“God you can be so frustrating,” I huffed, giving up on my struggle.

“I'll get up when you calm down,” he muttered simply. I gave one last shake before huffing again.

“You know I read somewhere that adults who can't accept people buying nice stuff for them is because when they were a kid their parents would say stuff was too expensive. Messed with the kids mind and made them think they aren't worthy of being gifted stuff,” Miles mumbled. Hearing that my mind instantly snapped back to when I was young. Money was tight growing up. My parents tried their best to shield it from me but I was smart enough. Seeing my parents so worried about paying rent, I guess it could have left a mark.

“Stop trying to be smart,” I huffed. Miles was smart. Crazy smart. As in genius einstein smart.

“You deserve the world Mami. And I'm the one that's gonna give it to ya,” he whispered softly.

“I don't need the word Miles. I only need you,” I whispered my arms moving around to hug him, my hand gripping the back of his shirt. Rolling us onto our sides he shifted me up so we were looking at each other.

“Who else am I gonna spend my money on huh? I send a bunch to charities. I look after my mum as much as she will let me. At least you let me buy you stuff,” he muttered.

“Let you?” I propped an eyebrow.

“Yes Mi Vida. You let me, even though you try not to,” he grinned. I sighed, shaking my head reaching up to grab his face.

“I love you Miles. I love YOU, Not your money. Not this apartment. I would love you if you had not one penny to your name. You know that right?” I asked. I wanted him to know it. I needed him to know. For a long time he simply stared at me. In his mind he wondered what he had done to deserve the love of such an amazing woman. He knew I didn't care whether or not he had money. But the main reason why he did what he did, why he sold his tech was to make a life free of such worries.

“I know,” he whispered, his own hand reaching up to cup my face. “ So let me spoil you. The whole reason I did it all was to make a life free of the worry of money. To make a good life for us,” he whispered honestly. I pressed my lips together. He had a point.

“Fine. but only once a month,” I huffed.

“Once a month?” he asked, pretending to be appalled.

“Fine once a week,” I muttered. He grinned, pulling me into a sweet kiss. I smiled, trailing my finger down his chin as he pulled back.

“Say, you busy this evening?” he asked.

“Why?” I asked.

So there I sat. On the handlebars of Miles' old push bike. In one hand I held a slushy. I wore the biggest smile on my face as we rode through the town, my hair gently billowing in the wind. Looking back I caught a glimpse of one of Miles' genius true smiles. A smile so wide and toothy that it showed his dimples.

“You wanna know something?” I asked, turning back to the front. He hummed, signaling for me to continue.

“This has got to be the best date yet,” I said.

“I guess it's alright,” he mused.

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briefalpacashark · 10 months

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So? Miles 42

Warning: mentions of nudity.

Aged up: About 24

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You had finally caved and let miles take you on a romantic getaway. Where you ask. To a tiny little cottage in the middle of the Scottish lands. On the edge of a hill overlooking a beautiful ravine.

The bedroom had beautiful glass doors with beautiful stained glass that cast an enchanting rainbow of colours over my naked sleeping body, a sheet covering my most intimate places. Miles' hand reached over gently, tucking my wavy hair from my face.

‘Stunning,’ he thought.

His hands shock his heart hammering in his chest threatening to jump though his rib cage right there and then.

He was about to do something that stuck fear through every cell in his being. Letting out a shaky breath he chuckled inwardly at how cowardly he was being. He had faced things much more dangerous than that. He had been sitting there for two hours. Two hours as he tried to work up the courage. Dropping his head to his hands he sighed.

“Come on Miles,” he whispered, trying to encourage himself.

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Hearing a door close I frowned being pulled from my sleep. Yawning I pulled the sheets closer to my body, an embarrassed smile working its way onto my face remembering the actions from the night before. My hand reached out to the opposite side of the bed where miles should have been only to feel cold empty sheets. My frown deepened as I peeled my eyes open being greeted with the beautiful colourful rays of light cast over the bed. A pretty sight that brought a smile to my face. Only my smile faltered slightly when I saw a glint of light. A glint of light that emitted from my hand. Particular what was on my hand. What was on my ring finger. The ring that was on my ringer finger. My jaw slack slightly as I took in what it actually was. It was Rio's engagement ring. A ring that had been in her family for five generations. A simple ring with an oval diamond pitched between a twist of a band.

It took a while for my brain to realize what it was, and why it was on my finger. I sat upright with a start holland it closer to my face. Then my eyes lifted to the figure in the distance through the glass.

My heart thundered in my chest as I pushed open the doors, gripping the sheet tightly around around me as the cold air nipped at my skin. he was standing down in the lake skipping stones across it.

“Miles,” I called softly. He turned around, giving me the chance examined his nervous expression that he tried to hide behind a blank face. It reminded me of when he had first asked me to be his girlfriend. We stared at each other for a moment before he shrugged running his hand down his neck.

“So?” he asked simply. So? Thats how he was going to ask.

“Your mum's going to kill you if she finds out you asked like that,” I muttered. Why was I saying that? Well I needed confirmation. If i didn't get it I don't think I would believe it.

“Well, I was gonna do the whole on one knee and big speech thing. But I realized I've already said all I need to. You know you're the only one for me. Nothing will every change that,” his voice was shaky and for the first time in a long time I could physically see how nervous he was.

“Plus I'm scared as hell Mi Vida,” he admitted honestly with a breathy chuckle.

“Scared of what?” I asked.

“Scared your gonna say no,” he whispered almost painfully.

“Why would I say no?” I asked. I almost beat myself right there and then. What was I doing?

“Alot of reasons, I dont know,” he shrugged.

“All I know is that I love you with my whole being,” he sighed, looking to the ground. “Fuck that was corny,” he whispered more to himself.

“So?” he asked again looking up at me.

“So?” I repeated his words. “Say it,” I pressed. He knew what I wanted to hear.

“Only if you promise to say yes,” he whispered. He didn't want to say it. When he said it he would need to get an answer. And there was a possibility that the answer would be no. After all there was only two answers. I gave a shaky nod as I waited for his next words. He stared at me as a grin formed on his face. Of course I was making him say it.

“Will you marry m-?” before his question was through I had crashed into him throwing my body into his. The impact had us tumbling back, plunging into the water for a brief moment. As we resurfaced I left only a moment for Miles to catch his breath before planting my lips on his finding it the only way to express the utter joy I was feeling. It was heavy as he pulled me and the wet sheet closer to him, his hand weaving into my wet hair that dropped down into his face. Only when I needed air did I pulled back Miles moving with me so we were now sitting up me straddling his lap our waists in the water. Miles froze momentarily seeing the biggest and brightest smile spread across my face, my eyes filled with happy tears as a harmonic laugh escaped my lips. A laugh of excitement and pure joy.

“How could I ever say no?” I asked.

“Say it,” he pressed, needing the confirmation as his hands found my waist looking upon me like I was the most amazing thing he had ever seen.

“Yes, YES! of corse I'll marry you!” I exclaimed. A large breath of utter relief left him as he pulled me close burying his head on my neck.

“You said yes,” he whispered to himself the excitement burst from his chest in a triumphant laugh as he shoot up swinging me around the sheet swirling after me in the water.

“FUCK YEAH!” he yelled into the air. Gently setting me down I beamed watching the water drip down his face. The utter adoration sparking in his eyes had me leaning in for another kiss.

“I love you so god dam fucking much,” he whispered resting his forehead against mine.

“I love you too,” I whispered.

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Stepping into the airport from the trip home Miles held me close to his side as we laughed about nothing in particular.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” The excited scream had us both turning to the waiting area where a very big family stood all clustered together with balloons and sighs. Rio bolted towards us tears in her eyes. Behind her stampede said family.

“I'm so happy!” Rio cried as she slammed into us. We were enveloped in hugs congratulations and praises of all sorts.

“Rio, I, I can't thank you enough,” I whispered as she looked at the ring in melancholy. It was her ring, it was crazy.

“Don't thank me Miha. This ring was always meant to end up on your hand. It brought me alot of joy. As I'm sure its going to bring you too,” she said reaching up to cup my cheek.

“And no more of this Rio, nonsense. To you I'm Mum now,” she said.

“Alright then, Mum,” I said. She smiled fighting off a sob as she brought me into a bone-crushing hug.

“God, I love you,” she muttered.

“Ma, you'll suffocate her,” Miles muttered.

“Dont talk to me. How did I raise you huh. Whats with that So? Bull shit you pulled. Lo juro por Dios, debería haberte castigado más cuando eras un niño,” she began ranking as she gave her son a slap upside the head.

“Hey! just be happy I asked her ok,” he muttered.

“Yeah finally,” Aaron commented.

“Come on, the rooftops already set up,” Rio stated.

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Later that night I walked with Miles hand in hand. We came to a stop and Miles kneeled down dusting of the leaves from the top of his fathers gave.

“Hi Dad,” he whispered.

“I finally did it. Just like you said,” Miles whispered. I placed a hand on his shoulder crouching down extending my hand out to the grave to show the ring.

“Bloody oaf put it on me while I was asleep and then had the gall to simply say so?” I copied Miles voice making him smirk slightly.

“Well I did better than him. He got so nervous he passed out while he asked mum,” Miles said. I smiled hooking my arm in his, leaning in close.

“Well I hope you approve of me. Even though I was the one to encourage your son to sneak out that one time,” I joked returning my gaze to the grave.

“I still can't believe he believed your lie,” Miles shock his head. A soft silence passed over us.

“He approved of you. He was the first one to know I liked you. He said. “Son, that girl there. she's a good one. Dont blow it,” Miles recalled his fathers words. I smiled looking love the grave. I missed him, he was a good man. Sniffing back a sob my lips trembled. Miles should have his dad here. He should be able to hug him and share in the excitement. My heart cried for him.

“I love you dad,” he whispered. Seeing tears welling up behind his eyes I smiled softly pressing a kiss to his shoulder rubbing my thumb on his arm.

“So wish me luck, Imma need it," he joked grinning at me.

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