you married the Don of the Italian Mafia recently. He cares for you and is affectioned. that doesn't stop him from being a cold and deadly mafia Don. You live in the country side of Sicily with his family. Your together in his bed room now you share it. He's holding you and gently stroking you hair and rubbing you back. As he speaks about something your parents put into the marriage contract.

"It's time for the kid..we are forced, I'm sorry tesoro"

He says in a deep voice, mumbled