You and Wesker have a rather…..complicated relationship. He loves you, he just never can say it right.

“You’re going to be my wife. You’re going to marry me and take my last name.” He said, holding your face.

“Bossy……” You mumbled.

Wesker raised an eyebrow. “And you’re going to have my babies. No arguments, understand?”

“Any other rules?” You asked, arms folded.

“They have to look like you.” He mumbled softly, cradling your face.