"Ouch" Alana curses as she burns her hand and shakes it trying to lessen the pain.

"Goddammit, Alana" Richie shouts as he makes his way towards her and pulls her towards the tap to put her hands under the water.

"It hurts" she whines hissing.

"Of course it does Mrs. Independent"

"Will you stop saying that? It's irritating" she grumbles pulling her hand out of the water and blowing air on it.

"You could have called for a take out if you do not know how to cook, idiot" he scolds as he walks towards the fridge and pulls out ice cubes.

"Don't call be that, I could not have let all of this go to waste" she states pointing out at the kitchen.

"Oh I can totally see how you are not wasting it all" he grumbles shaking his head at the state of the kitchen which looked as if world war three would began in there.

"At least I am not as shameless as you to cook and eat alone" she states.

"Yeah, yeah go on and throw the blame at me" he waves his hands before he hands her the ice to run on her burnt part.

"Of course this is all your fault. You could not just marry any girl out but have to marry me and promise me of something you are hesitating about now...

It's all your fault"

"Wow" he whistles as he stares at her in disbelief.

"Just know, because it was you who persuade me and wanted to marry me. You will always be at fault no matter what...

Also, a Lady is never at fault it's the situation around her that makes her to be at fault" she states proudly and Richie cannot help but grab her for a kiss.

*******

"So?" Alana asks as she puts the spoon down and stares at Richie.

"What?" he questions.

"Are you going to be doing something about that meeting?" she asks and he shakes his head no.

"I am not"

"Then why did you wanted to know?" she questions in confusion.

"Just" he shrugs his shoulders.

"Why do I doubt the word just from your mouth?" she asks and he grins.

"I am not doing anything Alana" he speaks making her stares at him for a while.

"I met a certain Price at the grocery store today, is he somehow related to Nicholas Price?" she asks him.

"Did he tell you his name?" he questions.

"Gabriel Price"

"Ah, well may be he just is around"

"And you know why?"

"I have not got time to see him so, no idea" he speaks making her doubt his words.

"You, you the husband are very cunning man" she points before focusing on her food.

"And you, you the wife drop it at that" he grins making her roll her eyes at him.

*******

"Stop looking at me in that way" Alana warns before she sips on her wine.

"Like what?" Richie cannot help but tease.

"Like you want to do the things that will end up with us being someone's parent" she deadpans making him laugh.

"You are one unique woman" he grins and she grins back.

"But you are same as every other male I met"

"And how are we same?" he questions putting his drink down.

"You want to take advantage of me" she puts it out.

"I think we know that part clearly but dear wife what makes me different than them is I am your husband" he adds making her yawn and stretch.

"Yeah and perhaps if you persuade I may even sleep with you" she states getting up from the sofa.

"You always sleep with me" he smiles teasingly.

"I want to have a son" her statement makes him raise a brow.

"And you are so sure you will have that" he asks amused at the woman in front of him who never cease to amaze him.

"Yeah, it's up to a man you know, or have you forgotten all that bloody X chromosomes and Y chromosomes shit...

You Richie Russo better give me a son a nice one" she threatens making him just stare at her in disbelief.

"And please tell me how are we going to have a son when the mere idea of my cock getting hard scares you?" he asks without no filter.

"I don't know that is for you to think how you put that thing between your legs between mine, if I have to tell you everything I would rather buy a sex doll...

Also, our first son name will be Ricardo" she finalizes.

"What if it's a girl?"

"Then you better pump your cock and throw away all those girl giving sperms out because I want a son"

"Why?" Richie asks as he gets up as well.

"Because I want to"

"Why Ricardo?" he questions.

"Because Ricardo did not deserved to die and because a good soul like him needs to live" she sniffs making him nod his head.

"Your brother's name?" he asks making her nod her head.

"His death really did a number on you, did it not?" he asks walking towards her.

"He was so young and all he wanted was to help those girls" she cries before he engulfs her in his arms.

"And if we have a daughter..."

"I don't want a daughter, ever"

"Why?" he asks surprised.

"Because this world is too cruel for a girl to live in, because I don't want any girl to be born in our world and witness the hardship"

"Yet you want our son to witness it?" he questions.

"Because, he will be strong enough to change this world"

"And we cannot have same confidence on our daughter why?" he asks not understand any of her logics.

"Because I know, she will be too fragile. I will not be able to make her strong and always worry about her...

No matter what she will always have a different upbringing than the son we will have" she states and Richie keeps quiet just hugging her.

*******

Alana stares at the test in her hands without blinking before she puts it on the table and walks out. Richie raises a brow at her in question.

"I am pregnant" she shrugs her shoulder and he grins.

"That's..."

"Was obvious the way I have been demanding sex with you, but we have yet to find if it's a boy or..."

"I don't care what that baby is" he speaks walking towards her before he kisses on her forehead.

"Thank you" he whispers hugging her before he steps aside to call his parents.

Alana frowns as she turns to stare at herself in the mirror and touches her womb and blinks.

"A baby" she whispers.

*******

Few months later...

Richie smiles as he touches Alana's growing womb and grins as he feels the movement under his palm and looks up to stare at his wife.

"He is quiet active" he states and she nods.

"I hope he will not tear my womb apart and get out"

"Don't be ridiculous" he chuckles as he sits beside her.

"My feet are sore" she speaks as she puts her feet on the table to show him.

"It's part of pregnancy" he states as he stares at them.

"I feel heavy and my back is paining"

"Do you want to go to hospital or something?" he asks and she shakes her head no.

"I think we hurried for this" she sighs.

"Well" he sighs as he does not know what else to say, both of them were new at this having no clue what to do.

"The baby's bed will arrive around next week" he speaks to end the awkward conversation between them.

"Your mom said it will be good to feed him my breast milk"

"Okay" he nods.

"But I don't think I can"

"I am sure once he is n your arms you will want to" he smiles.

"No, I don't think I can" she states making him sigh.

"Okay, whatever makes you feel good?"

********

"What are you doing?" Richie asks he enters the room to find Alana unpacking the bags.

"I just feel restless" she admits.

"So you unpack the bag?" he asks walking to where she was.

"What if I don't like the baby?" she questions making him groan and pull her away from the bag.

"No one can hate a baby, especially if that is theirs" he speaks as he packs the bag he had made to bring with them to the hospital.

"I should not have slept with you" she groans making him chuckle.

"You should not have done it with me, I act reckless when I am drunk"

"You were not the night we did it" he speaks as he puts the bag away.

"But I was the night I asked you to" she sighs shifting a bit as the baby moves once again.

"What do you want me to do then? The baby is right there, ready to pop out and live his life, a life you wanted it to" he sighs as he kneels in front of her holding her hands.

"But I am not ready, I mean I can hardly look after myself"

"Hmm, what happened to that I am independent...?"

"Oh shut up" she groans rolling her eyes.

"Just wait until this little one gets out of you, you will love him. He will just a perfect mixture of us, pain in the ass like his mother" he winks making her scoffs.

"And irritating like his father"

"We will be fine" he smiles as he rubs her hands and she frowns.

"It just feels strange"

"Nothing is strange, it's natural" he smiles trying to assure her.

"If you say so" she sighs making him worry as she has been a bit withdrawn after the pregnancy, the spark she once had been getting down and it has been nagging him a lot.

"Just wait until Ricardo is with us, everything will be better" he states as he helps her to rest a bit.

*******

"Richie" Alana shakes her husband's arm trying to wake him and he groans too deep in sleep.

"Richie, I am wet" she speaks making him slowly open his eyes and sigh.

"At this time of the night?" he questions as he gets up.

"Richie..."

"Well woman give me time to get my cock up, will you?" he groans making her swats on his arm.

"Not that, I am wet in literal sense" she shouts before wincing a bit and Richie touches the bed to find it wet.

"Your..."

"Water broke" she finishes for him and he jumps off the bed in hurry.

"Okay, okay calm down" he shouts as he paces around.

"I am you need to calm down also hurry before I cannot stand the pain" she speaks as she asks him to help her get up from the bed.

"You need to change" he states staring at her clothes and hurrying to grab a fresh one.

"You need to call one of our parents" she groans rubbing her belly.

"On it" he mumbles as he starts to put some clothes himself while dialing for his parents.

"Can you drive?" she questions and he nods before he helps her to take off her clothes and wear fresh ones.

"The hospital"

"Dad will call, let's go. Can you walk or shall I pick you up?"

"You did not even tried to pick me up in our wedding night so don't try" she grumbles as she slowly walks towards the door.

********

Few hours later...

"You can touch him" Richie smiles holding his son in his arms as he asks Alana to have him in her arms but she refuses.

"He is too small" she frowns staring at his sleeping form.

"Babies are small" he smiles before his son sniffs a bit and starts to cry aloud starling her.

"Why is he crying?" she asks in panic.

"He must be hungry" Richie sighs as he asks her to feed him but she just shakes her head no.

"How will I..."

"Feed him your breast milk Alana" he groans and she shakes her head no.

"We did talked I am not feeding him, ask the nurses to feed him something" she speaks.

"He is your son" Richie states and Alana just turns away.

"I wanted a son but I never said I will be a mother"

"What kind of...forget it" Richie sighs as he walks out of the door with the baby to get something for the boy so at least one of them will be calmed enough.