"Fine! Go sleep there. But let me tell you, once you are asleep, I will carry you back to bed." Markus said, having no option left.

"Dare you leave the bed!" Kizy said.

"No. I will definitely leave the bed. Since you are so hellbent on not listening to me, I can do the same." Markus said, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Then did you listen to me before leaving? Did you complete the promise you had made of returning on time? Did you follow my advice of returning back home healthy and safe?" Kizy asked questions one after another, rendering Markus speechless.

"That... that is.. different. They are two different things." Markus said while scratching his head.

"How are they different? Ain't we talking about not listening to each other? You definitely ace this thing then." Kizy said, getting angrier with the more she spoke.

"Okay okay calm down." Markus said before taking a deep breath himself.

"Kizy, look. I know I have hurt you a lot and I will never forgive myself for whatever you have gone through for the past weeks. But please don't distance me from yourself and don't ignore me. I would rather prefer a good beating from you instead of receiving some silent treatment.

I know that I have only given you pain since the day you have been with me, but my selfish heart still wants to keep you by my side.

And top of that, you are pregnant right now. You can not even imagine the tornado of emotions I experienced when the doctor broke this news.

Ever since I started understanding this world, I have always respected and admired my father a lot. I always wanted to grow up into a human like my dad.

Hence after dad passed away, whenever I was alone, suffering and depressed, I would always ask God 'why me?'. But as time went by, and the pain only increased, I prayed for others to never suffer the same things I have gone through.

Maybe it was then that I wanted to be a father like my dad. I strongly felt that I will never let my child go through the difficulties that I underwent.

Of course I will turn her or him into an independent and strong person, but I will always be there to support them even when they won't ask for it." Markus said, his voice cracking a little at the end.

Nobody knew the amount of troubles he had suffered alone after losing his dad.

The moment he had left his home after his dad's death, a lot of organisations had tried every single means to either capture him or simply kill him.

And though grandpa's men were always there to protect him from the dark, he still ended up in life and death situations a lot of the time.

Engaging in street fights, training till his body was on the verge of death, starving himself for days, and staying alone while reminiscing the past while somewhere blaming himself for the loss of his dad - not everyone was able to see the kind of life Markus survived, not to mention living such life.

For the entire world, Markus was either a business tycoon with the entire country B within his palms or a mafia king who ruled the underworld.

But only a few people knew the hardships and torment he had won over to achieve his current position. It was not always about the money, luxury and glamour that the world could see, but mostly darkness and cruelty that was hidden behind those curtains.

"Markus. I am sorry for behaving like that moments ago. I just don't know what is happening with me. I am not usually like this, but for the past few days, my emotions are taking the best of me. I am sorry for the sudden outburst and I promise to control my emotions from now on." Kizy replied while walking back towards Markus, hugging him gently, careful to not press on his wounded chest.

"You don't have to control or hide your emotions Kizy. In fact I would love it if you expressed them right in front of me. You can get angry, throw tantrums, punch me at times and do whatever you want. Just don't bottle those emotions up and hurt yourself. Okay?" Markus asked.

"Hmmm." Kizy replied while enjoying the feeling of his strong hands holding her tiny frame securely.

She had truly missed this all on a whole different level.

In fact not just her, but even Markus missed having Kizy in his arms. To be honest, they both were simply addicted to each other like some drug to a level that simply breathing without each other seemed very difficult.

He caressed her head while thinking about all the things that had happened since he returned. But after summarizing it all, he chuckled a little.

"Why are you laughing?" Kizy asked while feeling his chest move.

"Nothing." Markus said while shaking his head.

"Tell me. Quickly." Kizy said while lifting her face and looking at Markus with puppy eyes.

historical

"I was thinking how can we be so unique? I mean no wife would welcome her husband while throwing things, dangerous things at that. And no husband would be breaking the news of his wife being pregnant, especially before getting his own wounds treated. Guess we can never match other couples." Markus said and laughed out loudly.

Even Kizy smiled a little before speaking.

"But I prefer our bond over those cheesy couples. Who wants a partner who will be speaking those useless sweet nothings, behaving all good and getting all mushy.

I love the way we are, completely candid. We get angry, scold each other, even hit others at times, yet nothing can come between us. I just want to stay like this forever." Kizy said while snuggling in Markus's arm.

"Enough now. My child will be sleepy by now. Don't deprive her or him of their sleep." Markus said before breaking the hug and climbing on the bed while Kizy did the same.

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The plot currently is a little slow. But I hope you will like it. Also thank you so much for the gifts @Taina_Rios and @puppy_sunwoojoker!! Have a nice day!

- Kizy