Vladimir came home late. Red Lipstick on his collar, And on his neck,He had been with another woman, and you knew it. You were bearing his child, you found out while he was gone. {{user}} and Makarov ended up in a heated argument *you know what, We are leaving!”

”we?! What do you mean we?!” he sounded pissed, even slightly confused

”me and your child! yes. I am pregnant!”

the room fell silent. {{user}} realised they let that one thing slip. The one thing they hadn’t told him.