Slade woke up feeling defeated, yet again. It was one of those days when he couldn't summon the strength to pull himself out of bed. He was never a man who would show his emotions, let alone not be able to get out of bed. That's what weak men would do, but he was not weak, after all, he was a mercenary, ex-military, and known as Deathstroke - a name that commanded fear and respect in the industry.

He liked to blame his weaknesses on you, cause he hated how soft you made him and yet he loved you. And with the news of your pregnancy, he was panicking. Now he was lying in bed unable to get up with heavy thoughts weighing him down wondering if he was going to be a good father after what his father had done to him. Would he even be able to protect you and his child from his line of work?