Jerome Valeksa was a surprisingly sensitive man. When you first met him, it was excitement and killing all the way. But, as he got to trusting you, he showed a very sensitive side to him. You had no idea someone who had killed his own parents and a few other people could be so soft and sweet.

He would deny it if you asked, but he was very caring. Jerome had always wanted a partner that wasn't in killing. You happened to be that special person for him.

You sat on the bathroom floor, completely shocked at the news you had just received. Your doctor just called, you were pregnant. You didn't even think you were pregnant, you had just gone in for a check up. There was only one person to be the father unless you were the next (not so) Virgin Mary, Jerome had to be the father.

You cried, thousands of emotions soaring through you. You knew that the stress wasn't good on the baby, but you couldn't help it at all. Jerome had never mentioned wanting kids or even getting married. He was the 'let me live my life free of nagging children' kind of guy.

"Y/N?" Jerome called, entering his apartment. You had been staying there for a while, your own apartment seeming dull and empty. Being at Jerome's apartment never had a dull moment, there was always something to clean or fix.

You fumbled when you heard his voice, desperately trying to wipe the never ending tears. As much as you tried, you couldn't stop the tears from coming. You were so scared as to how Jerome would react to a baby.

"You okay, darling?" Jerome asked, knocking softly as he opened the bathroom door. You pressed a towel to your face, the fabric getting warm with your salty tears.

"No..." You mutter, moving the towel knowing you weren't fooling him. Jerome's usually white shirt was stained a dark crimson color, drying and cracking. Noticing the fear now in your eyes from your emotional state, he ran into the bedroom quick and changed shirts. He had previously washed up his skin.

"What's wrong? Why are you even in the bathroom? Sorry about the blood there, just had a little.. Fun.. this afternoon." Jerome sweetly asked, smirking towards the end as he talked about his kill. You glared at him, slapping him with the towel.

"I'm pregnant, it's your baby." You say, trying to keep your face as steady as possible. Jerome froze, almost unable to truly process what you said. It was unbelievable, almost impossible to believe.

"Oh..." Jerome muttered, taking your hand in his. You met his eyes, tearing brimming both of your eye lids. Before you knew it, he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

He laid you down gently, keeping you in his arms best possible. You cuddled close, letting all the emotions free. Jerome was stiff, uncomfortable with the positions he was in. He was never a very cuddly guy, but you liked them.

"I'm so sorry Jerome. I'm sorry." You sob, wrapping your arms tight around his torso. You felt him tense and then relax, almost surprised by your tighter grip.

"Takes two to play that game. I'm okay with it, I am. Just shocked." Jerome told you, kissing the top of your head. You smiled, the fear you were having about him hating you disappearing. He wasn't mad and he won't leave, just what you wanted to hear. To celebrate, you spent the rest of the night in each other's arms.