"Doll?" Steve echoed from the other room. You were comfortably sitting one of the couches in the main living room, waiting for him. The book in your hands was a great distraction while your Alpha took his sweet time getting ready, yet also rushing you felt.

"Yes?" You responded, looking up to where he had turned a corner to see you.

"You ready to go?" You nodded, closing your book and marking the page, following him to the main entrance. "They've already put the bags in the car."

"Then what took you so long?" You smirked, looking at him. He lightly rolled his eyes.

"Emergency business call," He stated, "We are going to be on a plane for six hours, so I won't be able to take those then." You nodded.

Exiting the building, you found your way to the black SUV Steve had to take you two to the airport in, a driver in the front. He of course opened the door for you, being the gentleman he is, and climbed in once you had reached the drivers side back seat. "You excited?" He asked.

"Very." You smiled, "I think Paris will be awesome."

"Oh darling, it is." He gave you a quick kiss.

"Thank you, by the way, for inviting me." You turned to face him on the black leather bench.

"It's no problem really," He smiles, "You tend to make everything about 10 times more enjoyable, so this is the least I could do for you and I." He briefly looked at his phone before putting it away, "Also, Buck will be there with Rachel. So when he and I have business to attend to, you and she can do what you want."

"Sounds great." You smiled, sinking into the seat of the car. "Speaking of, what are we even gonna do when we're there?"

"Well," he began, "I'll take you to some of the touristy areas first. The Eifelle Tower, The Louvre, places like that. But I know quite a few neat area of Paris that most people don't." You lightly smiled.

"I can't wait."

And you felt like you couldn't. The entire plane ride was either spent with you trying to pass time (which tended to be unsuccessful), or sleeping. Granted, Steve's shoulder was a pretty comfortable pillow.

"Hey," You heard Steve nudge you very slightly, kissing the top of your head, "We're here." You awoke from your slumber, doing a small stretch in the seat, and yawning.

"Finally." You ran your fingers through your now messy hair.

"Impatient, are we?" Steve smiled.

"Oh shut up." You rolled your eyes and he chuckled.

"What a dirty little mouth of yours-"

"Steven!" You snapped, "We talked about this." You and Steve had also begun... experimenting in bed. And that led to a lot of discoveries of each other from one another, and Steve sometimes liked to rub it in. "You act like a child, you know that?"

"You didn't think so last night-"

"Again!" You exclaimed, sighing, "You're ridiculous."

"You love me."

"Unfortunately, I do." Steve took your hand, leading you down the aisle and out of the aircraft. There you were picked up by another car, you and Steve getting in the back.

It was a little less than an hour to the hotel, including traffic. Steve got our first, helping you next, as multiple people got your bags. Steve took your small hand in his, leading you inside the hotel, furnished with marble and gold everywhere, and light flooding in from every window and angle. He checked in quite easily, everyone did know who Steve Rogers was after all.

You rode the elevator to the top floor, which happened to only be eight. Steve scanned the card, the doors opening, and revealing an entire floor for a room.

The floors were white marble, any sunlight that cascaded in reflecting off of them. Huge windows lined the walls, which were creme, and gold rims were every way. It was very Parisian you would have to admit. On top of that, there were two balconies one overlooking a small street, the other facing the Eiffel Tower itself. "What do you think."

"I love it, Alpha." You smiled. You couldn't help but let the name slip out, especially in times like right now where you were extremely happy or excited.

"I'm glad." He kissed the top of your head. "Why don't you get some sleep, Omega, I know you're tired." You nodded. There was no point in lying, Steve knew you too well.

So he led you to the bedroom, which overall looked like the rest of the room, with a large white bed in the middle against the wall, a balcony directly across it. Within the short time, you and Steve had checked in and made your way up, all your stuff had already been unpacked and placed into the various closets and drawers.

You grabbed a large t-shirt you had, too lazy to put anything else on. Stripping off your other clothes in the bathroom, and placing the shirt on, you walked back out to see Steve already comfortably positioned on his usual side of the bed, you climbing in next to him. He was reviewing something on his phone, an email you assumed. It was already later there with the time change, around eight at night. Yes, that was early for either of you to go to sleep, usually, you would be eating dinner then, but the full day of travel led to needing the extra rest. "Night Steve." You said, turning on your side and getting comfortable.

"Night doll." he placed another kiss on your head, letting you catch up on sleep before he would.

The next morning you were greeted with the smell of food, and Steve surprisingly in bed beside you. You lightly groaned the warm rays of the sun from the windows on your exposed skin. "Goodmorning, beautiful." Steve looked over to where you laid, stretching out and rubbing your eyes.

"Morning." You lightly smiled. "Why does it smell so good."

"I ordered breakfast." He said, looking from his laptop to you, "Some eggs, fruit, and bread."

"Sounds great." You sat up, lightly yawning. He swung his legs over the bed, getting up and grabbing each of you a plate. He handed you your own with silverware a cup of coffee, him grabbing the same and sitting next to you again in bed. You two ate in silence for a while, bringing in casual conversation. "So what's the plan for the day?" You asked.

"Probably basic sightseeing, then dinner somewhere, then back here." You nodded, "Tomorrow you and Rachel have your first day together, Buck and I have a meeting."

"Great." You smiled, getting up and putting your plate back on the tray it came on. After he finished, which was after you had gotten in the shower, the two of you got ready for the day.

"Sweetheart?" Steve asked as you grabbed your bag, putting your phone and wallet in it.

"Yes?" You responded, looking up.

"I wanted to give you this too," He said, reaching in his old wallet for something, "I probably should've given it earlier, but better now than never." Reaching his fingers in he grabbed out a black credit card handing it to you. For a moment you looked confused. "This is yours." You took it slowly, looking at it to see it displayed your full name.

"This is mine?" You asked and he nodded. You were still shocked. "Is it from your money?" He nodded again. "Oh," You said, "Um thank you." You stuttered, "I- I don't really know what to say. First, you invite me to Paris, then this hotel room, then a black card?" He nodded a third time. "So, how much is on it."

"However much you want." He lightly smiled, "Well, actually I put a monthly limit at ten million but if you want more just ask." Your mouth dropped.

"Ten million dollars? A month?"

"Mhm." He said.

"Steve, I could buy a new mansion with that every month."

"I mean if you really want to go for it."

"No," You said, "I- what will I spend it on?"

"Whatever you want." He smiled again, rubbing the back of his neck obviously a bit nervous. "But I can see everything you buy, so if you don't want me to see something then I would suggest you make that a cash transaction."

"But why?" You asked again.

"Why what?"

"Why give me this?" You sighed.

"I thought it would be nice for you to have some more freedom," He lightly smiled, "And I trust you."

"Oh okay." You said, "I um- thank you again. I don't really know what to say-"

"Thank you is more than fine." He smiled, "I've dated Omegas and Betas in the past who wouldn't even say that. A few Alphas too."

"You've dated Alphas?" You asked, he nodded.

"Why do you ask?"

"I don't know," You sighed, "Not to be rude or anything at all, but I've just heard it's uncommon for that to happen."

"It's not rude," He said, "It is uncommon actually. And I mean, none of them obviously worked out." You nodded, the air feeling tense and awkward. "So should we go?" He asked.

"Yeah, of course."

You two walked out hand in hand in the streets of Paris, which were not nearly as busy as those of New York, but were still bustling around.

Your first stop was the Lourve. You were pretty exciting, hearing before how gorgeous it was. You honestly couldn't wait.

After arriving and the driver dropping the two of you off, you saw the monstrous line to get in. You had begun mentally preparing yourself for the at least hour that you would be standing there. Steve could obviously identify your look, understanding your though. "Over here sweetheart." He grabbed your hand, leading your away from the line and to a small door. You have a confused look. "I know people." He smiled, you two walking in.

You were immediately greeted by an incredibly nice man, older with some white hairs in a suit. "Mr. Rogers." He smiled, his very slight French accent combining with his English.

"Mr. Aubel." He replied, smiling and shaking back, "It's a pleasure, as always."

"Likewise." He looked over at you, smiling again.

"Y/N," You smiled, he leaned him kissing both of your cheeks.

"Harry Aubel." He introduced himself. "Is this your first time here." You nodded, "Well welcome. We're more than happy you're here." You lightly smiled.

You went through a brief security check (however they let in the guards around you), making your way down numerous halls before going down an elevator. "First I thought we would take a look at some of our pieces." Steve nodded, you standing next to him.

Harry guided the two of you down multiple corridors into a large one, displaying multiple gorgeous pieces of art. You straed in awer, unsure of how to react or what to do. Steve could obviosuly tell, him squeezing your hand for some form of reassurance. "This is the show room," You entered a large warehouse type room with pieces of art hung from what looked like IKEA shelves. "If you see anything you like, anything here is up for purchase."

You two began walking around the aisle like areas, up one down the other, looking around at various pieces. While all of them were beautoful in their own fashion, one had caught both of your attentions. It was a gorgeous landscape which took place on what was presumably a river. Individual bouqets and sets of flowers were placed in elegantly painted vases, and on edges of grass land. You were both in awe. "I love it." You said.

"I do too." He smiled back. "How much?"

"200 million." Harry said. You were shocked, taken aback.

"We'll take it." Steve nodded. You swallowed relatively hard, harder than you thought as both men looked at you. Steve gave a nice squeeze to your hand, letting you know everything was fine.

You looked through a few other coordidors, nothing spoke to you or Steve. So you left, Steve quickly writing a check and out the doors you were.

You were somewhat upset with Steve. 200 million dollars obviously was a lot of money, even with the lifestyle you had adapted to with him. You never really did know how much money he had, but for 200 million dollars to be an instantenous purchase to him, you knew it must have been substantial.

"Doll, what's wrong?" He asked as you two stepped into the hotel room, he gently closed the door to the hallway behind him. You huffed.

"I'm going to sound so ridiclous," You admitted, "But 200 million dollars Steve? 200 million?" He gave you a puzzled look.

"Um, yeah?" He asked, as if this was totally normal. Your face went into absolute shock, your mouth dropping while eyebrows shooting up.

"Steve- that's a lot of money. Even for you, right?" He lightly laughed, which made you even more pissed.

"Darling, you obviously have never seen my bank statements."

"Well no I haven't," You agreed, "Because I don't go in other people's mail."

"Listen," He walked over to you, grabbing your hand and sitting you down next to him on the couch, "You really don't need to be concerned with how much I spend-"

"But I do," You said, "We could've donated that money. Jeez, even started a charity with that much. But we spent it on a painting, Steve."

"Don't worry about charity, honey," He lightly smiled, "I think you're forgetting that I helped save the world. And I have four different charities under my name." You rolled your eyes.

"But you're not getting the point Steve," You stood up, turning to look at where he was sitting on the couch, "It's the fact that we spend that much money that bothers me. I mean, yes, it's nice to indulge every once in a while. But I have done nothing to deserve any of this!"

"Wow, wow, wow," He said, sitting up and grabbing your hand, this time his face was filled with concern, "Don't you dare say that about yourself. Ever again." You rolled your eyes again.

"What have I done?" You asked. He sighed.

"You really want me to list everything off?" He asked. You gave a simple nod. "I don't think you understand how much happier you've made me." He said, in a serious voice this time, his bussiness voice. "I can actually get sleep at night with you, I can actually come home and smile." He gave a light smile, "Doll, I spent my money on you because I really want to. Because I want you to have everything you want, and the nicest things in life." He sighed, looking at you to try and study your face, evaluating how you might be reacting, "But, if you want me to calm down a little on what I'm spending, then I will." It was your time to sigh, sitting down next to him.

"Okay," you said, placing your hand atop his own, "Thank you for letting me know." You leaned him giving him a kiss on the lips, "I love you, Steve."

"I love you too."