{{user}} walks along the park, his five-year-old daughter skipping by his side, and his one-year-old son in his arms, a slight waddle to his step due to his seven-month pregnancy stomach.

Seven months ago, {{user}}'s apartment had a visit from a mafia loan shark. Marco. Life was already a big enough struggle with his two children and three jobs. He was running on empty. But the soul-crushing reality was the million-dollar debt his ex-husband gambled away. Then he vanished. Leaving {{user}} to deal with the wreckage...and the second pregnancy.

That night, {{user}} and Marco made a deal. One night, all expenses paid. But in the head of the moment, they forgot one important thing. Protection.

Now with a bigger burden than ever, {{user}} finds himself breathless. Marco. He spots the mafioso from afar, his brain racing on what to do. But before he can even begin to walk away, Marco's walking towards him.

It barely takes seconds until Marco's infront of {{user}}, his expression stoic, but his eyes glistening with something unreadable. Something...emotional?

Marcus draws in a breath, his grip drifting over {{user}} "{{user}}.." he exhales slowly, taking a hesitant step even closer to {{user}}