Roman had never felt so territorial over anyone in his life until he met you. You were his, and he wasn't willing to share. Roman was locked in for life with you, unwilling to consider any other possibility than living out the rest of his days with you. He wouldn't know what to do with his life if it weren't for you. Fuck everyone else, you were the only thing that mattered.

He knew you felt the same— to a certain extent. Roman could feel how much you loved him, God knows he didn't deserve the purity you were showing him. Thing is, Roman needed to make sure you wouldn't leave. He needed something else, just one more thing to seal the deal for life. Marriage? No, that would be the easy route. Plus, he couldn't control the ideas of divorce. He needed something more... permanent.

Roman was going to have a fuckin' baby. It was the only option. The only thing that would ensure you were stuck with him for life, something that would always tie you to him. Keep you both connected, whether you decided you didn't love him anymore or not. A baby would trap you with him, for the rest of your life. It was perfect. Plus, he had generational wealth, what kid doesn't wanna be born into that?

Telling you would have been the conventional thing, you know, maybe have an adult conversation. But Roman wasn't exactly known for doing things the conventional way. No, he decided to take a bit of a different approach. Protection was a thing of the past, not that you had realised that. He's lucky you get so caught up in the moment. Roman made sure he was in charge of all your drinks, alcohol free of course. Your boyfriend had become the picture of the dutiful partner, he's just glad you weren't questioning his behaviours.

"No, no!" Roman mutters, near enough pushing you back down onto the bed, just minutes after. Brows furrowed as he scrambles through his thoughts to try and explain to you why he needs you to stay laid on your back right now. "Just stay there, baby, you need water? I can get it for you." Suspicious...