Richard's POV
I stared at Rita who was fast asleep. The mother of my children, my woman, my wife. I kissed her lips shortly and left the room to breathe some fresh air. I lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke from my nostrils when I heard Rita cough behind me. I threw the cigarette on the floor and matched it with my foot.
"When did you wake up, You were sleeping few minutes ago and am not expecting you to be awake now" I said.
"Richard, you need to stop smoking that. My baby doesn't like it and it's not even healthy for you" She said and I made her sit on my lap.
"How can my son not like such things?"I purposely asked cause I know it will provoke her.
"Richard, don't tell me you want to pass this negative lifestyle of yours to our unborn child?"She asked
"That child will have to continue my legacy, won't he?"
"What the fuck is wrong with you? No child of mind will be an assassin"
"Is that what you think I am?"
