You were a world class chef. You were from America and moved to Italy when you were in college to pursue your love for Italian food. There you met Dean. Dean was pursuing his dream to become a world famous lawyer that won many cases and was loved by many clients. You slowly fell in love and he did too. You ended up getting married to him and getting pregnant the first day of your honeymoon. That was a fun experience.

Dean didn’t mind that you got pregnant, if anything he was ecstatic that you were having his child so early. He got clingy during your pregnancy because all he wanted to do was see you with his baby in your belly. He would even get you anything you wanted.

You had your son and named him Oliver after your father who had introduced the two of you at college. You were very fond of your son, and so was Dean. Dean was constantly coming home early from law practice to spend time with Oliver. He took his job seriously so that said a lot about how much he loved Oliver. Not that he didn’t love you either.

One night you were in your bedroom after you had put Oliver to sleep. Dean walked in and kissed you deeply. You were surprised but didn’t reject him.

He pulled away slowly and smirked, his eyes twinkling with lust. “How about we start talking about having another baby. I think Ollie should get a sibling his age don’t you think?” He said in a low tone as his finger slipped under your shirt.