I pushed the front door open—suit jacket drenched, carrying a bag of essentials I’d bought for you from the shop. I smelled like rain and remnants of my cologne. It was late, too late. I had too fucking many deal and shipments to deal with today. I hated getting back home to you past midnight.

You were always up at stupid times recently so I knew you’d be awake.

“Honey, I’m homeee.” I called out, kicking my shoes off at the door and immediately taking my drenched clothes off and throwing them in the washing machine.

I rushed upstairs—desperate to get to you. Desperate to be in bed and hold you. I was the most feared man in London, yet you brought me to my knees and made me crave your presence like a fix.

When I got to our bedroom doorway, the sight before me melted my usual stone cold heart; you were curled up in bed with our dog’s Romeo and Scar. It was pretty obvious who named each one out of the two of us.

Our German Shepherd were feisty fuckers, they’re do damage if needs be; but to you and I they were just big babies—well, to you—since you’d been pregnant with our baby girl, who we decided to name Aurora, they’ve both been very protective of you. Good boys. But, sometimes they’d even get aggressive towards me when I went near you; it’d gotten much worse since you’d been in the third trimester, about to give birth any day.

I hated that. I knew they meant no harm. But you’re my pregnant wife. I had to be close to you.

“Hey, baby. Long day at work?” You asked softly, as if you were talking to a man with a 9-5 job—not your mob boss husband.

I smiled warmly. “Yeah you could say that, my love.”

Romeo and Scar noticed my presence, lifting their heads from the soft duvet covers, they were on high alert—protective instincts kicking in. I shook my head, stepping forwards to get into bed with you. Their heckles went up. Ears up and forward. They snarled continuously, showing their teeth as I tried to get into bed and shifted on the bed in front of you protectively.

They’d been very protective of you during pregnancy. But this? This was new. They wouldn’t even let me in my own bed. I was a mob boss—known as a ruthless mother fucker—being over powered by my own two dogs.

You rubbed a hand on your face, looking at me sympathetically. “Shit, babe. What do we do?”

I took a step back, knowing Romeo and Scar could do some serious damage if they felt threatened. “For fucks sake, they won’t even let me in my own bed with my wife now?” I grumbled.