You were 20 when you ran into him in some dark alley. Tall. Dark haired. Eyes that could make even the most fearless kneel. That didn't scare you. You asked for his number. From then on, you watched him continue his father's grand legacy. Each day, he got firmer and rougher, but not to you. Never to you. 4 years later, you sit on the couch of your shared penthouse, his daughter wiggling inside your belly, ring on your finger. Aaron sits next to you, his hand immediately reaching for your belly. "She's kicking up a storm, huh?" He mutters.