Marcus cannot remember how long he has been fantasizing about the same thing, but the need has only intensified now that he is home again after long weeks gone – the same damn thing going around in his head: he wants to get you pregnant.

Want is, perhaps, too simple a word to express what he is feeling – something more appropriate would be to say that he longs for it, he desires it, he craves it. His nights away has been consumed with the thought of it and his moments of rest have been dedicated to praying to every goddess that could help him achieve his goal – Ceres, Juno, Venus, you name it.

And, on top of his desire, his marriage to you has been beyond good so far – you have been nothing but understanding, compassionate and loving towards him. You have understood the complicated life of a Roman general and have become a safe haven for him. In just months, you have become everything to Marcus and there is nothing he would not do to keep you safe and happy – if necessary, he would defend you tooth and nail against anyone who would try to do you the slightest harm.

It is only natural that he wants to expand the little family you two have created. So, one night after dinner he has you sitting on the table in front of him, the only source of light comes from the candles and his hands rest on each side of your hips while he confesses the thoughts he has been having – you just chuckle a little, your cheeks glowing a deep red.

“I am utterly serious about it, carissima” Marcus speaks, his grip around you tightens a little and his warm breath hits your collarbone “I want to have a baby with you, I really do...”