Today was the day we were getting the puppy, and Fabricio was so nervous. It was so funny to watch as he paced backwards and forwards, because he knew the seriousness of this, not only did he have to actually look after the dog, but if he couldn't look after the dog, I wasn't about to give him a damn baby!

"Oh God, I'm so scared," he was fiddling with his fingers as he paced, sometimes running his hand through his hair.

"Fabricio, it's a dog! What are you scared about?!" I stood up from the bed and grabbed his hands so he would stop fiddling and stop pacing, because it was really irritating me.

"If I can't look after this dog you aren't going to want to have a baby with me... also what if it hates me?!" he looked into my eyes, looking slightly fearful.

"Stop worrying!!"

"Ughhhhhh."

The doorbell rang for the cabin, which is where we had been staying just the two of us since the ball, just wanting to get some private time to ourselves, although we still went over sometimes to the main house for dinners and things. I told Fabri to stay in the bedroom and I would go and meet the guy. Once everything was sorted, signed and paid for, I held the little guy in my arms. It was a very handsome, male, German Shepherd, because I know Fabricio wanted one that could be a sort of guard dog.

"Okay, you can meet him now," I called out to the bedroom, but the door didn't open. This fucking guy man, I swear, he was acting like a child! Still with the little puppy in my arms, who was nuzzled against me, I opened the door to the bedroom.

Sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands was Fabricio. Fucking hell, at least he cared about the dog and my feelings, but he needed to actually hold the dog. I snuck over him and held the puppy out, who proceeded to lick Fabricio's face. He shot his head up, looked straight into the puppy's eyes, and they instantly filled with warmth. He took the puppy out of my hands and hugged it to his chest, as it nuzzled against him.

"Oh my God, I love him. I'm going to name him...... Dexter!" he exclaimed, making me laugh and smile because of how happy he was. Dexter, that was a good name for the dog, but I was going to have input on the name of our baby, if we had one... God, I didn't know what to do about a baby.

Seeing Fabricio cradling the puppy, and absolutely adoring it, taking the best care of it, showed me that he would be an amazing father, but what about me, could I be an amazing mother? Did I even want a baby? I didn't know what to do, or what to think. An assassin having a baby doesn't work, but I haven't worked as an assassin since I came out of my coma, even though I shot that man in self-defence, and fought that gang member, neither of that was 'assassin work'. But, how would I be able to fight someone in self-defence if I was pregnant? Would I just be completely useless against someone trying to kill me or my baby? I know I would have Fabricio, but he couldn't be next to be every minute of every day, no one could. Domenico was dead, that was true, we were on top, the most feared couple in Italy, and I was the most feared in the world, but surely that meant we would have a whole array of enemies that wanted nothing more than to see us fall?

If none of these problems around my status and who I was existed, then how would I feel about a baby? I guess that is important too. Well, I love Fabricio, and I know I would love the baby, but I am still just coming to terms with everything, and I have come so close to being completely overwhelmed a couple of times I just don't want to put myself in a position like that if there is a baby involved. I think I still needed time... anyway, Fabricio and I aren't married anyway.

"Yes, of course I'll marry you!" I said, as he held a velvet box with the most beautiful engagement ring, on one knee, after pouring his heart out to me.

"Fuck," he breathed a sigh of relief, putting the ring on my finger. Then he stood up, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him, kissing me passionately. "I love you so much," he spoke into the kiss.

"I love you too."

I wanted the perfect wedding, so with the help of my mother, Donna, Loretta and Nadia, as well as Polga, the wedding planner, we spent hours, which turned into days, into weeks and then months sorting it all out. Now I was stood here, the day before the wedding, about to go to lunch with my fiancé, before we had to be separated for the night. It was some kind of tradition, and I am not traditional at all, but apparently he is, fuck sake.

"I want to get the surgery," I spurted out before I realised.

"What, to be able to get pregnant?" he said, looking at me in shock.

"Yeah," I twiddled my thumbs slightly looking down. I felt his hand on my cheek as he lifted my head up so I was looking into his eyes.

"You are an amazing woman," he said to me, "I am so in love with you." Then he kissed me.

The wedding went perfectly, I looked fucking sexy in my white dress, and he looked fit in his tuxedo. We said our vows, we exchanged the rings, and we kissed at the altar. Just before the reception, he dragged me into our hotel room and fucked me, hard, being careful to removed my wedding dress first, so it wasn't wrinkled or ripped. I didn't realise being married would make me this damned horny, but apparently it did! He helped me slip back into my wedding dress, and if it wasn't for the post-sex glow I had, you would never have known we were just fucking like some high schoolers sneaking out between classes, but it was hot, and oh so very sexy.

"DEXTER!" my husband yelled as he saw our German shepherd, who was now almost fully grown, sat down next to his chair, waiting for him. As soon as he saw Fabricio he ran over to him and jumped up, licking his face. Ugh, I would make sure he cleaned his face before I licked him tonight. God, that sounds so wrong, but I don't care, because it pisses Fabricio off sometimes if we are just cuddled in bed and I turn and lick his face. I can never take him seriously when he is pissed off, it makes me laugh so much, which only pisses him off more, and makes me laugh at him even more. It is basically a vicious circle.

We had sex until we both passed out that night, in every position, in the shower, on the bed, on the sofa, over the desk, the coffee table, everywhere else in our hotel suite. I woke up tangled in his arms and legs, and he in mine. If I had never met him, I wondered where I would be now. Would I still be an assassin, working for Nadia? Would my parents still be in hiding in Russia? Would I still have no feelings, not a shred of any emotion ever? Probably yes, to all of those questions. I loved being an assassin, but did I regret not being one anymore? No, no I didn't. I didn't realise before what love was. I always saw couples walking around, holding hands, but I never realised myself just exactly what it was, what is meant to people. My mother explained to me what it was, but it was Fabricio who showed me how to love, what love means, and how important love it.

I underwent the surgery, got my tubes untied, and proceeded to make love to Fabricio again, and again, and again, with some breaks in between to cuddle Dexter, eat, sleep and go on walks, but other than that it was just the two of us. Within three months I was pregnant, but I hadn't quite told Fabricio yet; I wanted to surprise him with the news, but I had no idea how, so I called up Loretta for some advice.

He came home from work that day, because we had both decided that we needed hobbies other than just fucking eachother raw and until we passed out. What can I say, we were two very horny people, with a lot of stamina!

"Fabricio?" I asked, after he greeted me with a kiss.

"Yes darling?"

"I made you a tea," I said, handing him a cup. I sat with him, and watched him drink it, as I drank mine. He was a painfully slow drinker, which was annoying because the message was at the bottom of the mug.

"Oh my God you are so slow!" I stood up, took the cup out of his hands, forced myself not to laugh at his shocked, confused, and slight angry face, and poured the rest of the tea in the plant next to me.

"What?!" he complained. I shoved the mug back in his hands. "Oh. My. God." He read the message. It was a short message, but it just said 'Hello DILF.'

"By DILF you mean..."

"I mean, dad-I'd-like-to-fuck, yes."

"And that means..."

"Yes, you are going to be a dad."

"So, you're..."

"Yes, baby," I laughed, taking his face in my hands, "I'm pregnant." He lunged forward towards me, kissing me hungrily. Then he broke away and placed a soft hand on my belly, kissing it tenderly.

"I love you, Savannah."

"I love you too, Fabricio."

"How many times, don't call me that!"

"I'll call you whatever I want!"

"Ughhh."

"We're having a baby!" I squealed.

"We're having a baby," he repeated, looking at me with so much adoration in his eyes.

The end.