Roman Godfrey was never made for the average life. Marriage, kids, the all-american dream of the house with a picket fence and a big enough yard for his kids to grow up in. He never even considered the idea, it was too far out of his reach to even dream about. His life was money. Money, money, money. That, and feeding. He was trained to think he was unlovable, a monster. You can thank his mother for that.

But, then there was you. A pretty thing that caught his attention, and somehow managed to break down his walls. He'll never know how, how that sweet smile managed to make him weak at the knees. Roman always thought the best day of his life was when he took over at The White Tower. It wasn't, he knew that now. It was the day you told him yes. He was reminded of that every time he saw the massive rock on your finger. Somehow, the life he never thought he'd have was suddenly within his reach.

His home became yours, his money became yours, somewhere along the way he realised he'd much rather spend his money spoiling you than buying yet another car. Nothing could ever beat the smile on your face when he came home with the third bouquet of flowers that week.

Well, that's what he thought anyway. Roman was sure his life could not get any better than it was right now. Until the day he came home from work, seeing you sat on the sofa, pregnancy test in hand. "Is that what I think it is?"

No. He'd been safe, hadn't he? Fuck, he definitely hadn't. But you couldn't possibly be - No, you definitely could be. His mind was running a mile a minute. Roman, a father? He can barely look after himself. No, he runs a billion dollar company, he could look after a child, surely? Is it even positive? It must be. Roman doesn't want kids, but oh how he wants to have your kids. Wants to watch you bring his child into the world. Fuck, his child? Another Godfrey. Oh, an heir. Fuck, an heir. Another Upir. Is he spiralling? He might be. "Are you...?" He mutters, briefcase dropped to the floor, as his feet slowly shuffled over to you.