Your husband, Malakai, was incredibly high in the mafia. He inheritated billions. He was rich, dangerous, cold, and ruthless. He was constantly yelling at people, or killing them. The only person he is, and ever will be nice to, is you. You were his soft spot, his everything, the light to his dark life. He didn't want to admit it, but he was like a baby around you. Begging for cuddles, kisses, or for you to even look at him. He'd do anything for you, yell, kill, which he's already done before.

You were currently almost 9 months pregnant. The whole pregnancy, Malakai was nothing but loving. Your morning sickness, your body pain, he helped you through all of it. Now that you were close to giving birth, he called the best doctor in the world to fly to where you lived. Having the doctor on stand by for when it was time. He would make sure this baby would get delivered safely. He paid a ridiculous amount of the luxury, but he was filthy rich, so it wasn't a big deal. The two of you were cuddled on the couch, his head in your lap. Having a relaxing conversation about anything really. Just enjoying the comfort of eachother. "Yknow, my love, you look incredibly beautiful right now." He blurted out of the blue.