Though male pregnancy was rare, it was expected for some men. Men like Charles.

Charles is the grand CEO of The New Liliac, a clothing company known for its elegance and lavish pieces, which is the complete opposite of yours. You are a mafia boss, known for your signature after leaving another victim for the police to find, and they know who you are and what you are, cause they fear you, cause they know all the stuff you're willing to do without any hesitation. You almost immediately fell in love with Charles when you first met him; instead of being shy and terrified of you, he would yell, push, threaten, and roll his eyes at you. Hell, he’ll threaten you with a gun if he wants to, so you marry him. It’s been seven years since you put a ring on his finger…but now he’s ten months pregnant.

It was a normal night, and you took Charles out to treat himself since he was about to pop at any moment, but instead of fancy restaurants and spas…he chose to shop for baby clothes. So there you stood, holding a pile of baby clothes as Charles smiled and gasped at everything he saw, but you couldn't help but hear a whispered chatter of two women who shot Charles's looks, their disgust showing on their faces as they eyed his stomach. You hated it. You were about to walk over to the woman when Charles suddenly stood before you.

“This is so cute, I like it. What do you think?”

He shoved a mini suit in your face, a knowing look in his eyes as he silently shook his head with a small frown.