The following day, Roman called Henri to look after the office for the day. "Henri, I'm counting on you," Roman said firmly before hanging up the call. "You. Mrs. Dubois, get your ass back in that bed" Alyzs could barely hear Roman bellowing over the vacuum cleaner. Alyzs cleans as a stress reliever, and it drives Roman insane. He hates the smell of bleach recently.

Her body felt heavy with the unknown, but she couldn't help the excitement that bubbled up inside her. She had always wanted children, and now, with Roman by her side, it felt like all her dreams were coming true.

As she lay in bed, her mind raced about baby names and nursery themes. Roman, however, was not one to let fear or anxiety take over. He had always been a man of action, and this was no exception. He had already called a doctor, the best in the city, to schedule a private appointment for Alyzs. He was going to make sure she had the best care possible.

Alyzs watched him from the bed, his tall frame moving around the room, organizing everything from her outfits to their schedules. He was a whirlwind of activity, and she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. "Roman, can we just take a moment to breathe?" she called out, her voice shaky.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at her, his eyes softening. "Of course," he said, walking over to the bed and sitting beside her. He took her hand in his and squeezed it gently. "What do you need, baby," he said, kissing her palm. "My husband," she whined, "Lay down with me."

He chuckled and lay beside her, wrapping his arms around her. They lay there in silence for a while, their breathing in sync. Roman felt the warmth of her body against his and the gentle thump of their hearts beating together.

At this moment, he knew he'd do anything for her, for them. "The doctor will be here shortly, Alyzs." I have to get your paperwork from my studies and put on some decent clothes," he continued. "You don't want poor Doctor Holloway to blush at the size of my anaconda, do you love? He said with a smug tone. Alyzs rolled her eyes. "Bye, Roman," they chuckled briefly before he kissed her forehead and left the room.

The doctor arrived promptly. She was a stern-looking woman in her mid-forties with a no-nonsense attitude. She introduced herself as Dr. Holloway and began her examination of Alyzs. Roman sat in the chair by the bed, his leg bouncing with nerves. He watched as the doctor listened to Alyzs's stomach with a doppler, the sound of a fast heartbeat filling the room.

"Everything seems fine," Dr. Holloway said, looking at them with a kind smile. "Your pregnancy is around nine weeks along. Congratulations, but it seems you two are already pretty happy about it," she added with a wink. Alyzs blushed, and Roman couldn't help but lean over and kiss her forehead.

The doctor reviewed the usual precautions and instructions for a healthy pregnancy and scheduled a follow-up appointment. Roman turned to Alyzs as she left, his eyes filled with love and excitement. "You're going to be an amazing mother," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "And I'm going to be right here with you every step of the way." After the doctor left, the weight of the world looked like it had been lifted from Roman shoulders. "You are healthy, love; our baby is happy and living in your excellent belly. Roman knelt before Alyzs, grinning ear to ear.

Alyzs couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events. "I know we talked about it, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon," she said, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and fear. "But we're going to be okay, right?"

Roman took her hands in his, his eyes never leaving hers. "We're going to be more than okay," he said, his voice firm. "We're going to be amazing. You'll have the best of everything, and I will ensure it." Roman abruptly checked his phone notification. "We have the interview in a few hours, my love." We are wearing salmon. I've got your choices hanging in the dressing room." "Come on, take a look," he said confidently, making Alyzs' heart flutter.

The clothes he had picked for her were stunning, but Alyzs couldn't help feeling self-conscious. The perfect body she's been keeping in check her entire life was about to change. "Let's see what my brilliant husband has come up with today," she said, scanning the clothes rack.

Roman stepped behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. "You're going to look incredible," he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. "Trust me."

He helped her into the first outfit, a salmon-colored dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The color made her skin glow, and her eyes sparkled as she looked in the mirror. "See?" he said, his voice filled with pride. "You're radiant."

The next outfit was a bit more daring: a sheer blazer with crystal buttons and tapered cigarette pants to match. Roman had even laid out the cream lingerie to wear underneath. "Roman, you are a fucking genius" She did a twirl in the sheer outfit. "You are going to kill it in this," He said with a devilish smile.

They had a quick photoshoot to get ready for, but before they left the penthouse, Roman insisted on taking some private photos of Alyzs in the salmon dress, even though she had chosen to wear the second option for the interview. "For our baby book," He said with a wink.

The photoshoot was a success. The photographer captured their love in every frame. "It's clear that the chemistry between you two is real," the photographer said. "It makes my job easy; 'it's been an honor, Mr and Mrs Dubois."

During the interview, they talked about their upcoming projects; the baby was never mentioned. Clair asked a series of questions: "How do you maintain your work-home balance, Roman?" "You have been on the go from country to country for the better part of 20 years," she continued. How are you able to keep each other fulfilled and happy?"

Alyzs recalled what Roman's mother said about being ordinary people when all the cameras were down. And the limelight is out of sight. "Oh, that's easy, Clair," Roman began. "We keep our relationship simple, love each other, communicate, and are honest with each other." He glanced at Alyzs. "We are each other's best friends." "I'm not allowed to touch my phones after I get home," "Alyzs spoils me rotten. She cooks and cleans. "She serves me dinner. She takes care of me like I watched my mother take care of my father growing up .. we have old-school love."

"I assumed you would have staff for that sort of thing, the cooking and cleaning," Clair said with curiosity. "I do, but Alyzs insists on doing it herself," Roman said with a shrug. "It's one of the many things I love about her." Alyzs blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed but mostly loved. She had never had someone praise her for something she felt was so natural to do.

"How about you, Alyzs? How does Roman keep you grounded?" "Roman is a man's man, you see; he caters to me just as much as I do him. He runs my baths and massages my muscles daily and is very attentive to me emotionally. It's his strength." "Roman and I are in tune; he's always doing, saying, or suggesting something I'm already thinking about." "It's a bit chilling sometimes; He always knows what's on my mind." "We are connected on all levels; Roman is my soulmate and kingdom spouse."

"Ah, a fairy tale romance in the modern era," Clair said with a smile, scribbling notes on her pad. "But what happens when the real world intrudes?" she asked, probing a bit deeper. "Well, we face it together, like any couple," Alyzs replied firmly, looking into the camera with unshaken confidence. "We have disagreements, of course, but we never let them escalate. We sit down, discuss it, and find the best solution."

The producer called for a wrap, and Roman took the opportunity to pull Alyzs aside. "You did amazing, love," he said, his eyes searching hers. She nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "So did you, my love; it's easy when it's true."

They decided to head back to the penthouse and start on some designs. "Pizza... now," Alyzs said, kicking her shoes off. "Unzip me, baby," she asked Roman. He obliged, smiling down at her as he slowly unzipped her dress. He helped her out of it, his hand lingering on her belly. "This won't be flat for much longer, baby," Alyzs wanted to protest, but Roman was right.

Roman ordered their usual from the fancy pizzeria place around the corner. "I'll go pick it up; I want to get you something sweet for dessert," he said with a smile. "Don't you dare tell me no," he winked.

While he was gone, Alyzs went to the living room to sit on the plush couch. She felt a sudden wave of tiredness wash over her. Being pregnant was definitely different. She picked up her sketchbook and pencil, ready to work on new designs. Her hand hovered over the paper, but she couldn't focus. Her mind was racing with thoughts of their baby.

When Roman returned, he had a bouquet of pink roses in one hand and a box of chocolate-covered strawberries in the other. "I got these for my favorite girl," he said with a grin. Alyzs couldn't help but laugh at his cheesiness. She placed the flowers on the coffee table before accepting the strawberries. "Thank you, Roman," she said, her voice filled with love.

They sat on the couch, their legs tangled together as they enjoyed their pizza. Alyzs took a bite of a strawberry, the sweetness exploding in her mouth. "These are heavenly," she said, leaning into him. Roman took the opportunity to kiss her neck, his hand gently stroking her thigh. "And so are you," he murmured.

The tension between them grew, and the pizza was forgotten before long. Roman's hand slid under her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. Alyzs let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch. He pulled her closer, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss.

Their hands explored each other's bodies, the fabric of their clothes feeling like barriers to the heat between them. Roman's hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. Alyzs arched her back, her own hands moving to unbuckle his belt.

Their lovemaking was slow and tender, their movements a silent conversation of love and need. Roman kissed her stomach, his lips whispering sweet nothings to the baby growing inside her. Alyzs felt cherished, her heart swelling with love for the man who had claimed her so completely. Roman gently sucked her clit, talking dirty to her.

"You're going to come for me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you come apart in my mouth."

Alyzs moaned, her body responding to his words and touch. She could feel the tension building, her orgasm approaching like a storm on the horizon. Roman's tongue danced around her clit, teasing and taunting her until she couldn't take it anymore. She came with a cry, her body shaking with the force of her climax. He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

He stood up, his erection straining against his pants. "Now, it's my turn," he said, his voice low and demanding. Alyzs watched as he stripped, his muscles rippling in the soft light of the room. He was breathtaking, a vision of masculine perfection.

He picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. The sheets were cool against her skin as he laid her down, his body covering hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he slid into her. Alyzs wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as he thrust into her.

Their lovemaking was very gentle, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Roman's eyes never left hers, the connection between them unbreakable. A wave of emotion washed over her, a reminder of the life they had created together. Roman stopped, his eyes looking concerned 'Baby, does it hurt?"

Alyzs shook her head. "No, Roman, it doesn't hurt; it feels...amazing," she said with a soft moan. He kissed her forehead and resumed his movements, slower and more deliberate. He knew he had to be careful with her now; she was carrying his legacy.

Afterwards, they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies still joined. Roman kissed her neck, his hands tracing the outline of their baby. "Thank you for giving me this," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "Thank you for choosing me."

Alyzs felt tears prick her eyes. "Thank you for choosing me, too," she said, her voice filled with love. "I never thought I could be this happy."