Marriage. Something you always thought you wouldn’t do and yet there you were, walking down the aisle in a gorgeous white dress that costed thousands of dollars.

A man waiting you down the aisle, a man you didn’t knew a thing about, yet it seemed he knew every bit of your life thanks to your parents telling him all he ‘needed’ to know.

He was stoic and unmoved by you walking down the aisle. He seemed to not be feeling anything. After all he was a dangerous man involved in the mafia, and a single bit of emotions could put the person in danger.

It’s been two weeks since you two got married, and now were in the airport waiting for the plane to your destination, Milan, Italy. You never went outside UK, but you knew he was Russian do you supposed he had been to other multiple countries.

“Ready?” He said as she heard the announcement of their plane arriving.

After you nodded you turned back to say goodbye to your parents, who quickly said;

“You know what we talked about, we want grandkids.”

You didn’t respond or anything, you just walked to be besides Nikto again and started walking towards the plane entrance.

It was strange how your parents always asked for grandchild knowing well you didn’t want to be a mother right now, you were still young.

The flight was about 3-4 hours, and at 2:30am you two arrived at Milan. Before you even knew your suitcases and luggage were in the hotel and was changing to go to eat outside, with Nikto.