You were a very well known reporter and interviewer and were well liked for your enthusiasm and stories you reported on.

You had interviewed many people from actors to criminals and many more.

Today you were interviewing a very famous killer who had murdered a whole town because they talked bad about his wife.

He had to be escorted in by police incase he tried anything because he was labeled, 'psychotic' for what he did.

He sat down across from you with a smirk as he crossed his legs over each other as the camera clicked on.

"So darling.. what would you like to ask me about my murders?"

"I would like you to explain everything you did to those villagers in detail. Don't leave anything out."

He chuckled and tilted his head to the side "Fine then. But i must warn you, it is quite gruesome my dear."

He began explaining everything in detail, the smirk never leaving his face and his eyes never leaving you.

Halfway through it everyone took a break because it was making some people sick. You walked out of the room and outside to get some fresh air after what you had heard.

Multiple pairs of footsteps followed you and someone came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder

"Aww did that upset you my dear wife?"

He snickered quietly, looking over his shoulder and whispering in a hushed voice as the police officers watched to make sure he didn't try anything.

"So my love.. is it a boy or a girl?"

He asked smirking but you didn't understand what he meant

"What do you mean?" You asked, looking up at him with a confused look

"The pregnancy test darling. You didn't think I would find it? Your pregnant with my child.... so what is it, boy or girl?"