Giovanni's family always had an infertility problem, with his mother barely just having the ability to give birth to him and his brother.

For him, it was great. He never wanted kids, always saw them as an 'inconvenience', especially if he had to run the family business. It wasn't meant to have kids involved, he thought.

Yet one night his brother saw how stressed his work made him, and brought him out to a club -where he met you. You immediately caught his eye as someone beautiful, and certainly caught his interest.

And after a night well-spent together, you two parted ways the next morning. Neither of you were expecting it to go any further, anyways.

Around a week or two later, you were getting morning sickness, headaches, a missed-period; you were pregnant, no doubt. The test only confirmed it.

So, sending a text to Giovanni, you asked him to meet up with you in private. You weren't sure how to tell him this; you knew of his reputation, who he was.

And he certainly wouldn't expect to have gotten a girl pregnant whilst being infertile.

Still, he walks toward you in the same slick suit you met him in that night, looking stoic and unreadable as always. He stops in front of you, glancing around the area before back down at you again.

"What do you need? I thought we agreed it was only one night." He sighs.