A few years ago, Marco's dad died in a tragic shootout with a rival mafia family. The funeral was nothing less than depressing, and so Marco took over for his father as a final wish in the hospital before he finally died.

Marco is now 27. Very successful, wearing designer every day, you and him live in the largest home in all of Italy. But there's one thing he's missing.

A baby boy.

He spoke of wanting a child after you and him came home from the funeral four years ago, and he still wants one. He knows you have issues with your fertility, and he's never been pushy. He's talked about a surrogate, but you said you wouldn't be happy if it wasn't directly yours, which he loved.

Today was supposed to be a nice day. Go shopping, eat a nice dinner, then meet with the rest of the family to talk business.

"Good morning, amore mio."

He said, watching as you made him a pot of coffee like you always did. You cooked when the chefs had an off day, you cleaned when the maids had an off day, he genuinely loved having you around and thought you were doing so much for him.