She counts the change up, balancing what she can of what they have; since they'd decided to make it on their own, things hadn't been particularly easy.
The blond haired woman glanced over towards her husband, whose back looked stiff from sitting, half hunched over for too long, and his clothes looked frayed though the passion that brewed beneath his eyes as he worked on a new design set her heart at peace.
She shifted, recounting the money, and still unsure of whether they could pay the bills this month and afford the material for her husband's designs, money to pay to enter some design competitions, or the fledgling business they'd just opened up.
The new Mrs. Agreste already felt that she'd have to throw in the towel and ask her mother for help again for this month though her husband hated when they did that; it felt too much like quitting, giving up, and her eyes flickered over to her husband as she bit back a wave of nausea and just stood and worried in their much too small kitchen that Gabriel filled up whenever he had to use it to make them dinner.
She'd tried cooking for them, but her meals were often less than desirable; she loved to experiment with baking, try out new recipes, but they never looked exactly like they were supposed to and often tasted just off, somehow.
Mrs. Agreste loved sweets for all of the years that she was denied them even though she knew with the long, hard hours of modeling that she did for her husband that she'd still have to watch what she eats somewhat.
"Hey, what are you designing?" She can't help but murmur and step closer, ignoring the slight click of her heels that she hadn't quite taken off yet, and peered down at a page coming to life with a beautiful, Springy dress, something that reminded her of cool days and even colder evenings, something that reminded her of comfort.
She loved Spring.
"A dress, a cocktail dress." He muttered, still a little too distracted to look up.
"I'll take you to the store later." She murmured back, eager to buy whatever he needed even though it wasn't always easy and usually wasn't easy in fact to afford whatever materials he needed for his designs and pay their bills.
"Do we have enough?" His tone was sharp, and she sighed, knowing that without a doubt that he'd be frustrated if she asked her parents for help again and yet knew that she didn't want to start letting them get into debt or struggle too much with paying the house payment.
"We'll cut back on electricity and start eating less food. We won't eat out anymore, and I'll stop trying to bake or cook for a while. We will save up enough to buy whatever you need for the next few competitions and work towards selling more of your designs." She smiled a wide smile, knowing that they were stretching money that was barely there or wasn't there at all.
She might need to pick up another job again, so that they'd have money to buy more fabric and whatever else he might need; she knew that they'd need it.
Mrs. Agreste definitely hadn't grown up with balancing and stretching money out, but she'd learned along the way now that she's older; she'd been slightly worried when her parents weren't at all happy that she'd started dating Gabriel, but the fact that they'd came to like him just well enough especially when he insisted on making a name for himself, not relying on their paycheck to do so.
She wondered as she starting organizing the remaining money into neat piles and started planning on how just to ask for money for taxes from her mom again without ticking off Gabriel right away.
Mrs. Agreste had no idea how she was going to tell her husband that she was pretty sure that she's pregnant and how they were going to afford to take care of a newborn baby when they could barely feed themselves, but she knows that she's willing to try and despite how hardworking Gabriel was that he'd love to have a child between them and that may be he'd let her parents help out on really tight with money days for their child's sake.