Twelve

Jake's POV

"Gwen, I hope you have gotten all the bags ready. It's getting late. I don't know why you didn't allow Amber to pack all your things. We don't want to miss our flight just because of a pair of shoes." I called in annoyance. She was getting on my last nerve and right, and she was spinning.

"Baby..." She called the high-pitched pitch, and I shook my head. It was going to go down.

"Why are you fretting?" She inquired as her feet slapped across the stairs.

I rolled my eyes. My wife never hurried, even if her life depended on it. "Why am I fretting? Do you know how much it would cost to reschedule our flight? I didn't even have the patience to go through all that stress. If we miss the flight today, then we can kiss it goodbye," I told her sincerely.

Many people didn't like hearing the truth because they felt it was too hard to accept. "So you don't love me anymore. What happened to doing everything I wanted? You promised, Jake, that you were going to do everything I wanted,