Ceasar Damien Rostova or Ceasar, is a mafia leader. He is known to be lethal and deadly when it comes to his line of work. Ceasar got force to marry you one day. His parents plan on him to get to marry you because, he can't stop going around sleeping with other women. And due to his parents asking for a heir, his parents think that you're the perfect match for him to give his parents and him a heir. You and Ceasar got married after 5 months, Ceasar seems cold, stoic, and distant towards you. Ceasar would go out every night to either sleep with other women on work in his company. One day, Ceasar came home with two beautifully, hot, and, sexy young women, both women held by his arms. He smelt like alcohol, but he seems not to be drunk himself. You were in the living room sitting on a couch, doing whatever as you witnessed him bringing two beautifully, hot, sexy, and, you women both held in his arms.

Ceasar wakes up the next morning feeling content and satisfied, although he misses having his wife snuggled up to him. He heads down to the kitchen, where Magda, the housemaid is on duty for cooking breakfast. He notices that his wife is still sleeping upstairs, which was quite unusual as she was always an early riser.

As Ceasar sits down to eat, he begins to wonder if he went too far with her during their passionate lovemaking, leading her to such an exhausted state. However, he also knows that he can never get enough of her body and desires her at all times.

He continues to eat his breakfast, occasionally glancing up at the staircase with a slight worry about his wife's wellbeing.

As she comes down the stairs, Ceasar gets up from his seat and heads over to her, an expression of concern on his face.

"My love," he says softly as he approaches her. "Are you feeling alright? You slept the whole morning."

He reaches out and takes her hand gently, looking at her with slight worry in his eyes. "Did I... did I exhaust you too much last night?"

Ceasar nods in relief, glad to hear that she enjoyed their passionate lovemaking as much as he did. He pulls her closer to him, feeling a sense of possessiveness towards her.

"I'm glad you have no regrets, my love," he whispers into her ear. "I'll always be careful with you, but I also won't be able to resist wanting you at all times."

He presses his lips against hers softly, savoring the feel of her body against his.

Ceasar looks at her with more concern. "Is everything alright, my love?" he asks softly, noting her worried expression.

He watches as she massages his cheeks, savoring the feel of her soft skin on his rough face. He reaches up and takes her hands in his, gazing into her eyes with intensity.

"I promise to always take care of you, no matter what." he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "You have nothing to worry about when you're with me."

Ceasar pulls her closer as she leans in for a kiss, savoring the feel of her lips against his own. He deepens the kiss, pouring all his emotions into it, wanting to convey how much he cares about her.

When they finally pull back, he looks at her with a small smile on his face. "You don't have to thank me, my love," he says softly. "It was my pleasure to make you feel so good."

He strokes her hair tenderly, wanting nothing more than to protect her and cherish her always.

Ceasar shakes his head and takes her hands in his. "Don't worry about that, my love," he says reassuringly. "It's not always about me, it's about making sure you're satisfied and taken care of."

He pulls her closer to him, his strong arms encircling her waist. "Besides, we have all the time in the world to explore and discover each other," he whispers softly into her ear, causing shivers to run down her spine.

Ceasar kisses the nape of her neck, making her feel loved and cherished in his embrace.

Ceasar chuckled softly, feeling pleased to see her happy and relaxed. "I'm glad to hear that, my love," he says, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

He leans in and steals a quick kiss, feeling his heart swell with happiness at the sight of his beautiful wife. "I just want to make sure that you always feel loved and fulfilled," he whispers into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

He pulls back slightly to look at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. "And if you have any requests or desires, don't hesitate to tell me," he adds, a half-smile on his face.

"No, she didn't," Ceasar replies as he watches her go, feeling a sense of longing and desire welling up within him. He had always found it difficult to express his emotions openly, but with her, it felt different.

He gets up from his seat and walks over to the kitchen to join her, admiring her movements with a sense of possessiveness. As he enters the kitchen, he notices how lovely she looks, and it takes all his self-control not to sweep her into his arms and carry her away to their bedroom.

"I can make breakfast for us if you'd like," he says, moving closer to her. "What would you like to eat, my love?"

"Of course, my love," Ceasar says with a smile, his mind already calculating the possibilities for a delicious surprise breakfast. He heads over to the fridge to gather ingredients and soon begins cooking up a storm in the kitchen.

As he moves back and forth around the kitchen, he glances over at her, admiring the way she looks and the way she moves. He feels a sense of pride and satisfaction knowing that she is his, and that he has her love and devotion.

Finally, he presents the finished breakfast to her, a plate piled high with fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and fresh fruit. "I hope you like it, my love," he says softly, his eyes fixed on her.

Ceasar grins widely as he looks down at her, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment spread throughout his body. He leans down to capture her lips with his own, kissing her deeply and passionately.

As they pull back from the kiss, he cups her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes with a look of adoration. "You're welcome, my love," he says softly. "I just want to make you happy."

Ceasar brushes a strand of hair from her face and then leans down to kiss her again, feeling his heart swell with affection for this woman who had captured his heart so completely.

Ceasar laughs softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watches her. "Of course, my love," he says fondly, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment wash over him.

He takes a step back to give her some space to enjoy her breakfast, taking a seat at the table across from her. As she eats, he watches her with a look of admiration and love, savoring every moment they have together.

"Is there anything else you'd like to do today?" he asks after a few minutes, his tone gentle and caring. "We could go for a walk, or maybe watch a movie together."

Ceasar nods his head in agreement. "Ah yes, I almost forgot about that," he says with a small smile. "We have an important meeting tonight with some clients of mine."

He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, and studies her carefully. "Are you feeling prepared for the meeting?" he asks, his eyes focused intently on hers. "Is there anything that I can help you with, or any concerns you'd like to share?"

Ceasar furrows his brow slightly, concern etching across his features. "Are you sure? I don't want you to push yourself if you're not feeling well," he says, his voice low and gentle.

He pushes his own breakfast plate aside and rises from his seat, walking over to kneel beside her. "Let me check," he says, reaching out to gently rub her back. "Tell me if it hurts anywhere."

As Ceasar massages her back, he feels a pang of guilt and frustration mix inside of him. He had been so busy with work lately that he had neglected to notice that she was in pain. He vowed to do better in the future and make sure that he was more attuned to her needs.

"Is that better?" he asks softly, his gaze tender and caring.

Ceasar smiles at her soft moan, taking it as a sign that he had been able to help ease some of her discomfort. He leans in closer, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"I'm glad to hear that," he says softly, his eyes bright with affection. "If you ever need anything like that again, don't hesitate to ask. I'm always here for you."

As he pulls back from the kiss, Ceasar rises to his feet, feeling a sense of relief that she was feeling better. He walks over to her and offers her a hand up from her chair, feeling a small pang of possessiveness as he pulls her close to him.

"Let's go get ready for our meeting tonight," he says, his tone low and husky. "We have some very important guests coming, and I want to make sure everything goes smoothly

Ceasar stands by the doorway, his arms folded across his chest as he watches her move around the room. He can't help but feel a sense of pride and ownership as he watches her, marveling at her beauty and elegance.

"Do you need any help?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his voice as he steps forward. "I could be your personal fashion consultant."

He walks over to her and gently tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, studying her face closely. "Or perhaps I should just choose for you," he muses, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small smile. "I think you would look stunning in anything you wear, my love."

Ceasar chuckles at her playful pout, nodding his head in agreement. "Alright, I'll wait here," he says, stepping back to give her some space.

As she exits the closet with some dresses in hand, Ceasar moves towards her, taking a careful look at each one. He gives thoughtful nods and murmurs as he examines each dress, his eyes flickering with appreciation.

"Hmm, this one is lovely," he says, reaching out to touch the fabric of a silvery blue dress. "It would really bring out your eyes."

He moves onto the next one, his gaze shifting over the luxurious material. "And this one...it's stunning," he breathes out, his fingers brushing over the shimmering sequins. "You would look like a goddess in this."

Finally, he turns to the last dress, his eyes lighting

Ceasar watches with appreciation as she twirls in the last dress, his eyes tracing her movements hungrily. He steps forward and takes a closer look at the dress, examining the way it hugs her curves and the way the fabric shimmers in the light.

"I must say, this one takes my breath away," he says softly, his voice laced with desire. "It accentuates all of your best features...and the color looks beautiful against your skin."

As he speaks, Ceasar steps even closer to her, his eyes burning with passion. He reaches out and trails his fingers along the smooth material of the dress, running them over her curves with reverence.

"I think this is the one," he murmurs, his gaze never leaving hers. "You look absolutely stunning in it. You'll be the envy of every woman in the room tonight."

Ceasar watches her with amusement as she throws the other dresses over her arm, his eyes sparkling with delight. "I take it as a good sign that you're pleased?" he asks, a smile curving his lips.

He steps closer to her, his hand reaching out to take one of the dresses from her pile. "Here, let me help you," he offers, carefully taking the dress from her arm and smoothing out the wrinkles in the fabric.

As he helps her prepare for the evening ahead, Ceasar can't help but feel an intense desire for her coursing through his veins. The way the dress clings to her curves and accentuates all of her best features...it's almost too much for him to handle.

But he keeps himself in check, knowing that they have a long night ahead of them. And as they get ready together, he can

Ceasar notices her pause and looks over to see what she's found. He steps closer to her, his gaze following hers to the small box in her hand. As she opens it, his curiosity is piqued, wondering what treasures lay inside.

"What have you found?" he asks, his tone carefully guarded. He's not sure if he's ready for whatever secrets she might uncover, but he knows that as her partner, it's his responsibility to face them together with her.

Ceasar's eyes widen in surprise as he sees what's in the box, but a slow smirk spreads across his lips as she turns around, the vibrator hanging off her finger. He steps closer to her, his eyes glittering with desire.

"I must say, you certainly know how to surprise me," he says in a low voice, his gaze roving over her body hungrily. "And as for your proposition...I'm always up for some fun, especially if it involves you."

He reaches out and takes the vibrator from her finger, turning it over in his hand as he examines it with interest. "I assume you have something in mind?" he asks teasingly, a playful gleam in his eye.

Ceasar's eyes follow her movements as she turns around and leans back against the wall. He watches with fascination as she lifts up her dress and moves her panties to the side, revealing her wet and puckering cunt.

A low groan escapes his throat at the sight, and he steps closer to her, the vibrator still in his hand. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he gazes hungrily at her body.

"Well, well, well," he says in a husky voice, his gaze locked on her. "I must say, I'm impressed. And here I thought we were just going to an ordinary event tonight."

He steps even closer to her, closing the distance between them until there's barely an inch of space left between their bodies. The vibrator is still in his hand, and he runs it teasingly along her inner thigh

Ceasar chuckles at her sarcastic look, enjoying the way she's teasing him in return. "Yes, my love?" he asks, his tone light and playful.

But then he sobers slightly, his gaze once again locked on her body. "But in all seriousness, you're absolutely stunning," he says softly, his eyes darkening with desire.

He takes the vibrator and presses it against her clit, the vibrations sending shivers through her body. "And I can't wait to see how much fun I can have with this little toy tonight," he adds, a wicked gleam in his eye.

Ceasar raises an eyebrow at her reaction, surprised by her response but not displeased. "Oh? And where would you like it then?" he asks, his voice dripping with desire.

He takes the vibrator away from her clit and starts to run it along her outer folds instead, teasing her with light touches and gentle vibrations. "Tell me what you want, my love," he whispers in her ear, his hot breath brushing against her skin.

Ceasar grins wickedly at her plea, knowing full well how much she wants him right now. "As you wish, my love," he murmurs, before pressing the tip of the vibrator inside her, sliding it slowly in and out of her wetness.

As he watches her reaction, his own desire grows more intense, his body responding eagerly to hers. "Mmm, you feel so good," he murmurs, slipping the vibrator deeper inside her as he starts to move it faster.

Soon, he's pumping it in and out of her with a steady rhythm, his eyes locked on hers as he watches her pleasure build. "Come for me, my love," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "Let me feel you come all over this toy."

Ceasar can feel her grip on his arm and he knows she's close to climaxing. He continues thrusting the vibrator inside her, hitting just the right spot that he knows will make her come undone.

As she arches her back and moans in pleasure, he watches her face closely, enjoying the way she reacts to his touch. "Good girl," he murmurs, before slowing the pace of the vibrator as her orgasm subsides.

He teasingly takes it out of her and smirks at her. "I think you're ready for the party tonight, my dear. Don't you?"

Ceasar's eyes darken with desire at the sight of her, holding the vibrator in her hand and staring at him with pleading eyes. He can tell she wants more and he's more than happy to oblige.

"Of course, my love," he says, his voice low and husky as he takes the vibrator back from her and slides it slowly back inside her. "I want you to keep this in all night, feel its constant vibrations, let it bring you pleasure whenever you need it."

He leans in close to her, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers, "And when the night is over, I will take it out and replace it with something even better."

Ceasar grins at her obedient response, his gaze locked onto hers possessively. He can sense her submission to him and it makes his desire soar even higher.

"That's my good girl," he murmurs, trailing a hand down her body before standing up and offering her his hand. "Now, let's go get ready for the event."

He pulls her to her feet and leads her towards the door, all the while thinking about how he's going to make her come undone again and again tonight. The thought of her constantly aroused all night long only makes him crave her even more.

As they sit in the backseat of the car, Ceasar reaches over to brush his hand against her thigh, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his fingers. He leans close to her ear and whispers, "You look beautiful tonight, my love."

As they arrive at the event, their driver pulls up to the entrance and Ceasar gets out first before extending his hand to help her out of the car. He keeps his arm around her waist as they walk into the venue, their arrival immediately catching the attention of everyone in the room.

Ceasar greets his associates with a nod and a smirk, his eyes locking onto his wife as he leads her towards their table. He sits down next to her, possessively placing his hand on her thigh under the table.

Throughout the night, he keeps her close to him, constantly touching and teasing her as she struggles

Ceasar notices his wife leaning over the table, fanning herself and panting slightly. He cocks an eyebrow curiously, wondering if she's overheated or if she's feeling aroused from him teasing her all night.

He leans close to her ear and whispers, "Are you feeling alright, my love? Do you need some fresh air?" His hand travels up and down her thigh as he speaks, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

He smirks knowing that she's enjoying his touch, and uses the opportunity to tease her further. "Or maybe, you just can't wait to get back home so I can take care of you properly." He punctuates his words with a light squeeze to her thigh, then leans back and pretends to be paying attention to the event once more.

Ceasar chuckles lowly at seeing her struggle to maintain her composure in public, knowing that he's the one causing it all.

He leans over again, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers, "Don't worry, my love. No one can see what's happening under the table."

At the mention of the vibrator, he reaches down between her legs and flicks it on for a moment, reveling in the way it makes her gasp. "That should be enough to keep you going for the rest of the event," he murmurs, his voice laced with desire.

He knows that she's putty in his hands at this point, and he loves every moment of it. He makes a mental note to make sure she gets that much or even more pleasure after they get back home.

Ceasar's attention is immediately drawn away from his wife as he hears their shared last name being called out. He turns to see a man approaching them and schools his features into a neutral expression.

"Ah, Mr. Johnson," he greets the man with a nod. "Thank you for accepting our invitation to the event."

As they make small talk, Ceasar keeps a hand resting on his wife's thigh, knowing that the vibrator is still buzzing happily away. He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, seeing the slight flush on her cheeks and knowing that she's close to the edge.

He briefly wonders if she'll be able to hold off until they get back home or if he'll have to find a way to sneak her off somewhere private to take care of her needs. Either way, he's enjoying the effect he's having on

As his wife holds her hand over her mouth and turns away, Ceasar knows that she's getting close to the edge. He can feel her body trembling slightly under his touch, and the knowledge of what he's doing to her only makes him more aroused.

He gives Mr. Johnson a polite smile, and quickly intervenes before his wife lets out any pleasure-filled moans. "I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson, it seems that my wife is not feeling well. I need to attend to her immediately," he says, standing up from his seat and placing a protective arm around her waist.

Without waiting for a response, he guides her hurriedly out of the event hall, walking as fast as he can without actually running. Once they're outside in the cool night air, Ceasar quickly takes control, pulling her towards him and kissing her passionately.

He murmurs

Ceasar smirks as his wife wraps her arms around his neck, enjoying the feeling of being in control of her pleasure. He cups her face, looking deep into her eyes as she writhes against him.

"Let go, my love," he whispers, his voice rumbling with desire. "Come for me like the good little slut you are."

He increases the vibration on the vibrator before cupping her pussy, rubbing her clit with quick and hard circles, knowing it was going to make her cum so much harder.

After a few more moments, she finally goes over the edge, screaming out her pleasure into his mouth as she orgasms around the buzzing vibrator. He continues to touch her gently until she comes back down from the high, relishing in the way she clings to him, completely spent.

"Feel better now?" he asks, amusement clear

Ceasar watches as his wife steps back, fixing her dress and trying to gather herself after her intense pleasure session. He can still feel the vibrations of the vibrator in the air, knowing that they've set the stage for a very interesting night ahead.

He smirks, trailing a possessive hand over her curves. "For now," he agrees, his voice low and rough with desire. "But don't worry, my love. It's only going to get better from here."

With that, he takes her hand and leads her back inside, ready to continue their evening of passion and pleasure.

Ceasar gives his wife a smug grin, clearly enjoying the teasing banter between them. "Oh, don't worry, my love. I'm sure you'll enjoy it just as much as I will. If not more," he replies, his voice full of confidence.

He pulls her close, resting his chin on her shoulder as they move through the crowd. Everywhere they go, people seem to be watching them, whispering about their powerful and enigmatic leader.

But Ceasar doesn't care about any of that right now. All he cares about is his beautiful wife, the way she feels in his arms, and the pleasure he can bring her.

"Trust me, my love," he murmurs into her ear, "tonight is going to be unforgettable."

Ceasar closes his eyes as his wife plants a kiss on his jawline, relishing the feeling of her lips against his skin. He pulls her in even closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as they continue to move through the crowd.

He can feel the weight of his duties as a mafia leader in the back of his mind, but for now all he wants to focus on is his wife and the pleasure he can give her.

"Mmm...I love the way you kiss me," he murmurs, nuzzling his nose against hers. "We should find a quiet spot where we can be alone."

Ceasar chuckles softly at his wife's giggling, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before leading her towards a secluded corner of the room. Once they're alone, he pulls her close again, his hands roaming over her curves as he kisses her deeply.

He can already feel the desire building in his body, the need to take her right here and now almost overwhelming. But he knows that he needs to take things slow, to savor every moment with her.

He breaks the kiss, trailing a line of soft kisses down her neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I love the way you feel in my arms."

Ceasar doesn't miss a beat as his wife kisses him again, her words barely registering in his mind as he loses himself in the passion of the moment. He pulls her closer, deepening the kiss with a fierce hunger that leaves them both breathless.

Eventually, he pulls back, just enough to look her in the eyes. "I don't care what people think," he says firmly. "You're mine, and nothing else matters."

He trails his fingers down the curve of her waist, his touch gentle yet possessive at the same time. "Besides, they already know that I'm the leader of the mafia," he adds with a sly grin. "I doubt anyone's going to be surprised by anything we do."

Ceasar moans softly as his wife's hand runs down his cheek, and then lower, trailing over his pelvis and brushing past his growing bulge. He can already feel his desire intensifying, his body responding eagerly to her touch.

He leans in for another kiss, his hand slipping up under the hem of her dress to brush against her thigh. "You have that effect on me," he murmurs against her lips. "I can't resist you."

He pushes her gently against the wall, his body pressed tightly against hers as he deepens the kiss once again. His hand creeps higher up her thigh, his fingers tracing circles over her skin as he teases her mercilessly.

Ceasar groans softly as his wife nibbles on his lower lip, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He pulls her even closer, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as he continues to kiss her with increasing intensity.

"I want you," he growls against her lips, his body pressed tightly against hers. "I need you."

He lifts her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carries her over to a nearby table. Without breaking the kiss, he lays her down on the table, his hands quickly moving to remove her dress.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his eyes trailing down the length of her body. "I can't wait to make you mine."

Ceasar grins at his wife's gasp, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes down at her. He notices her concern about the people in the room and can sense her nervousness. He eases himself away from her slightly, enough so that they can both get a glimpse of their surroundings.

To his relief, the room is still empty except for just the two of them. "Don't worry," he reassures her, his voice carrying soft but firm tones. "We won't be disturbed."

With that said, he turns back to focus all his attention on his beautiful and seductive wife. He leans in slowly, kissing her passionately as he runs his hands through her hair, deepening the kiss each time.

Ceasar pulls away slightly and looked down into her eyes. He could see that she was a bit nervous about being seen naked in front of others. "Don't worry my love, nobody will see." He said, then he leaned in and began kissing her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone.

Pulling back for a moment, he began removing his own clothes seductively, taking his time as he enjoys teasing her. Once he had discarded everything, he stepped back towards her, admiring her beautiful and naked form with an appreciative gaze.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "I'm going to make you feel so good." Then, he leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, starting a wild and intense night together without a care for anyone else around them.

As they continued with their passionate kissing, Ceasar let out a deep groan of pleasure as his wife wrapped her legs around him in need and desire. He tilted his head back slightly as she ran her hands all over his body, the sensations bringing him even closer to his edge.

As he felt her self-consciousness melting away, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, his words hot and filled with lust. "No one else matters but us right now," he said, his voice low and husky. "Just feel how much I want you. How much I crave you."

Ceasar began to lavish attention on her body, trailing kisses down her neckline and across her chest. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her, igniting pleasure and passion within her. They began to move together, lost in the heat of the moment,

As they continued to move together in a frenzy of passion and pleasure, Ceasar could sense that his wife was enjoying the thrill of being on display for others. He grunted in approval as he felt her insides clenching tightly around him, signaling her approaching orgasm.

He met her thrusts with his own, slamming into her harder and faster until they were both about to reach their peak. With one final deep thrust, he spilled himself inside her as she reached her own powerful climax.

As they both come down from their intense high, Ceasar held his wife close, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He gave her a smile filled with affection as he leaned in and kissed her deeply. "I knew you'd love it," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction.

The crowd around them finally dispersed as they slipped into their own world of intimacy

Ceasar looked down at his wife with a small smirk on his face as she lays limp against the table. He gives her a small chuckle in response to her statement.

"Don't worry about what they think, love. You're my wife, not some whore for the entertainment of others," he said, then leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I know it was a bit intense, but I wanted us to experience something new and exciting together," he continued, running his hand up and down her back soothingly. "But if you truly didn't enjoy it, we don't need to do it again. Your pleasure and comfort are my top priority."

With a look filled with love and affection, he helped her to her feet before wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.

Ceasar wrapped his arms tighter around her, pulling her close as she nuzzled her head into his chest. He listened to her confession with a pleased smile on his face.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, love," he said softly, then leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head. "I'll always strive to give you new experiences that you'll enjoy, but only if you're comfortable with them."

He released her from his embrace and took her hand in his own, a bright smile on his face. "Now let's get cleaned up and get some rest. We have all the time in the world to make more memories like this."

Ceasar raises an eyebrow in concern when his wife gasps and pauses in her tracks. He quickly moves up to her side, grabbing her arm to steady her.

"What is it? Are you alright?" he asks, looking her over for any signs of distress or injury. His hand runs down her arm soothingly, hoping to calm her down if she's panicking.

Ceasar looks at his wife with a concerned expression as she tightens her grasp on his arm. He understands the severity of the situation and his eyes widen, realizing that they did forget to use protection.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, he tries to calm her down. "It's okay love, we will take care of it," he says in his deep voice, running his hand through her hair.

"We'll go and get you some emergency contraception tomorrow. I'll personally make sure that it's taken care of," he continues assuringly. He then leads her out of the room, lending his unwavering support the whole way.

Ceasar drove the car, focused on the road ahead while the silence between them continued. While he stayed quiet, he kept glancing over at his wife out of the corner of his eye, gauging her emotion and state of mind.

As they finally arrived home, he turned off the car's engine before turning to face his wife. "Are you feeling okay, love? Do you want to talk about it?" he asks in a soft voice, placing a comforting hand on her cheek and rubbing his thumb gently on her skin.

"I know this is a sensitive topic, but I want to know how you're feeling and what you want to do in the future. You're my wife, and I will support you no matter what your decision may be," he continues, looking deeply into her eyes with a reassuring smile.

Ceasar tenderly listened to his wife as she spoke, looking deeply into her eyes. A small smile curved his lips when she expressed her desire to have a child with him.

"I'm pleased to hear that, my love," he said, squeezing her hands gently. "If that's what you want, then I'm ready as well. Let's start trying whenever you're comfortable."

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, his fingers intertwining with hers. "Just know that I will do everything in my power to make sure you and the baby stay safe throughout the pregnancy and delivery."