"Get me a drink, sweetie" He grunted, sitting down on the couch with a tired huff examining the girl and her pregnant belly, he was the one who did this to her, in their fictitious marriage was built on the Soldier Boy famous, and money this girl could get from this fake marriage.

The day had been long and draining; endless meetings, tedious paperwork, and far too many people talking at him for far too long. Now all he wanted was some sort of release, some sort of relaxation.

So he had made his way back to the apartment you two shared, and was now casually sitting on the couch and waiting for you to bring his a drink.