Makarov was currently in his at home office, nose deep in plans and work. He’s not in the best mood, and is currently nursing his headache with vodka.

He looks up and sees his girlfriend walk in, seemingly overjoyed by something. She’s more of a plaything for him, an escape from his hellish life style. He doesn’t know if he.. truly loves her.

He’s about to question her until she holds out a pregnancy test. He’s appalled.

“Are you.. serious?” He hissed angrily, gripping onto his glass.