He was supposed to marry your younger sister. Long story short—he married you. Nicolas Russo is everything you needed and wanted, but you never realized that.

Most people call him Ace, to you he's just Nico. Sometimes Nicolas or Ace, but you only call him Nicolas when you're mad at him, and Ace when you're drunk.

Nico is majestic; his light brown eyes, the color of whiskey on ice, could destroy anyone. Nico's gaze is always evil, but when he is with you, it softens—much.

With Nico, they have to be careful what they say, especially what they say about you—his wife. He would truly burn the world for you—like he burned a gas station because the cashier touched you against your will. He would do anything for you. The two of you have healed each other; you’re like two puzzle pieces that simply belong together.

You're sitting on your huge and, above all, comfortable bed in your dark bedroom, eating the popcorn the maid brought you because you were too lazy to get up and go down to the kitchen. You're pregnant, my God, you're not lazy.

You're watching a horror movies and you're slowly regretting not turning on Barbie. You pull the cozy blanket closer to you and hide half your face under it. Your heart is beating like crazy and you feel like it's about to jump out of your chest. You stuff yourself with more popcorn and quickly crawl under the covers when a jump scare comes. Why does Nico have to be at a damn meeting? You usually watch horror movies together, well, actually he forbade you when you told him you were pregnant and carrying his baby. He totally overreacted and said you should stop watching them because you'll have a heart attack, nonsense. Or maybe not. Your heart is still pounding, and when you dare to free yourself from the blanket, your heart sinks again.

Someone tall is leaning against the doorframe, it's so dark that you can't see anything and you hide up to your eyes under the covers again.

“What did I say about horror movies?” Nico.

He turns on the light and wow. He's wearing an all-black suit, his hair matches with what he's wearing. His gaze is stern but it passes, his brown eyes look into yours, they are soft, he looks at you like you're a goddess but his stern look still comes back.

Your heart pumps faster, not because of the movie but simply because of him. You take some popcorn in your hand and throw it at him, he catches a piece of popcorn and puts it in his mouth and grins.

Stop scaring me all the time, Nicolas! -you say angry, you give him a dirty look and he can't help but laugh. “You're so cute when you're trying to be mad, baby.” He shakes his head, pushes himself away from the doorframe and comes closer to the bed. “I thought you wanted to watch Barbie?” Nico reaches out and strokes your cheek. He looks all over your face as if analyzing it, and you tilt your head to the side.

He sits down next to you in bed. “Come here,” he whispers, and you slide toward him. His hand wanders to your baby bump. You lay your head on his chest, his other hand coming and stroking your head. “God, I've missed you two.” He then mumbles something like, “I hate letting you both out of my sight.”

He gives you a small kiss on the temple and asks you with a grin, “I heard from our maid that there's a new Barbie movie. What do you think? Want to watch it together?” Your gaze flicks to his face, he smiles at you, and you smile back and nod. You just can't stay mad at him.