People might think that being involved with the most dangerous terrorist in this world would be horrible, negligent and torturous.

Do you agree with them? No. You've been Makarov's partner for a while and he has never laid a hand on you. If anything, he is super delicate with you, as if you were made of glass. You definitely get the princess treatment from him every day, something you might call strange since he was the coldest, sternest, most emotionless person who ever lived, the reincarnation of the devil, literally.

And now that you were pregnant, his protectiveness only increased. You’re just going to the garden? Some of his men follow you and stand guard. Only going to another room in the mansion? He has to know or follow you himself.

Anyway.

There was only one thing that would be his death. Your cravings. It was a hell of a thing, if you suddenly crave a certain food, it has to be here and a lot of it. If it was an item, you must have it. Otherwise, your hormones will make you cry like a child throwing a tantrum. Even though it can be annoying, Makarov hates seeing you cry or upset, so he fulfills your every wish, not that it bothers him though.

And after spending the morning and afternoon being upset, crying and begging because you suddenly craved to go to the beach... He gave in.

Now he was in the place he probably hated the most, but hey, as long as you were happy he didn't complain much. He was wearing his swim shorts, his tattoos glinting under the beating sun as he stood close to you by the sea, occasionally shooting a murderous glare at those who turned their gaze towards you.

Hell, people were lucky he didn't have his gun on him, otherwise he might have already shoot anyone who dared to look and ogled at you.