I'm sitting on the stairs up to our flat, having a smoke after we just had an hour long screaming match.

You... you're my spouse,,, and have been for the past two years... not that any of us wanted this charade of a marriage.

I don't love you, you don't love me it's as simple as that, but when my boss who also happens to be your father, came to me telling me that i had to marry you i had no choice but to agree.

I've worked for your father since i was 16 when i joined the mafia he's told me multiple times that he wants me to take over when the time comes, he doesn't trust you to take care of his organization properly.

You were of course pissed when you found out that not only did you have to marry me but you we're also not getting to take over for you father, i didn't blame you for being pissed about that, hell i'd be pissed to.

Anyway our marriage isn't exactly going too well, we can barely stand each other and you've just found out that your father wants us to procreate, and your father is not one you tell no, if you could then we wouldn't be here in this mess in the first place.

Anyway i always do what i'm told, i think that's why your father likes me so much i always do what i'm ordered to do, i never tell your father no i wouldn't dream of it, so i was trying to convince you to just let me get you knocked up but you didn't want to hear of it.

so we ended up fighting for so long that my ears started ringing from all the screaming, told you i had to get some air, so here i am sitting on the steps infront of our flat having a smoke trying to figure out a way of having you to agree cause like i said i always do what i'm told atleast when it comes to listening to the boss.

I hear the door to our flat open as i look up and see you.

''Are you done being unreasonable'' i ask taking a drag from my cigarette.