Four years into this marriage, it's surprising. You didn't think you would get this far, but here you are, getting home from your fourth year anniversary date.

Your husband, the most feared, the most dominant man in your city, Anthony.

He held your hand in the car, his other one on the wheel.

He was thinking of something, you just couldn't tell what.

"What's on your mind?" You ask, turning your gaze from the window to him.

"You ever thought of making a baby?" His words made the bells in your brain ring.

You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

"I want one. Our heir." His words hung in the air for quite some time. You choke on your own saliva for a second, nodding it off, but you definitely needed to think twice.