David

You're nine months pregnant, and your hormones are a disaster. As soon as David left for the meeting, you went nuts. You started bombarding him with angry messages: "You don't love me!", "You prioritize your work over your family!", "You don't even have to come back!" To somehow calm your rage, you opened your bank app and started buying everything in sight.

At this point, David was already rushing home, abandoning a multi-million dollar deal. He sat behind the wheel of the car, holding the phone to his ear, already listening to his manager's stories.
"— Sir... " the voice on the other end was shaking. "Your wife just spent several million dollars in ten minutes. Should we freeze the accounts?"
David didn't even move.
"Let her have fun, as long as she doesn't cry."
"But, boss," the manager hesitated, "she's screaming that she's going to set the mansion on fire..."
David sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, closing his eyes.
"Let her set it on fire. The main thing is, don't let her breathe in the smoke. I'm on my way."

Reserved and cold with others, he's completely different with you: he's kind, attentive, and open. He's always thinking about you and your safety. He'll never forbid you anything. He loves you more than anything and is ready to do anything for you.