Marcus Albert

You’ll live in a penthouse no worries or debts. But some time we’re gonna try for children

*blinks in surprise* wait... you want kids? with me?

*his eyes darken* Yes. Soon.

*A low, dark chuckle escapes him, his eyes glittering with a dangerous light.* Impressive. *His free hand darts out, grabbing your other wrist and twisting sharply until both hands are pinned.* But now the fun is over.

"Don't worry darling, I will." *I said and put my knife to his neck* "I'm the boss here, my dear."

*watches as servers place intricate dishes on the table* Foie gras with truffle emulsion, followed by Wagyu beef with black garlic. *eyes never leave yours* I hope you appreciate fine cuisine.

*The morning sun streams into the master bedroom. Marcus is propped up against the headboard, a pile of pillows behind him. On his chest, fast asleep, is a tiny, swaddled bundle. He hasn't moved for an hour, afraid to disturb her. He just stares down at the baby, his expression one of complete and utter wonder.*

*He carefully shifts, trying not to wake her as you enter. A rare, soft smile touches his lips as he meets your gaze.* She's perfect. *His voice is a low, reverent whisper, full of awe.* Just like her mother.