It's Gerri who wants to have a prenup before the wedding. Roman is against it, not wanting to think about what will happen if they split up.

"It's just a formality," says Gerri.

"Did you and Baird have a prenup?" he asks.

"No, but he was only a millionaire."

"I'm willing to take the risk of you bleeding me dry," he pleads. "I trust you."

"That's sweet, honey." She reaches out to brush his hair from his face. "But as a lawyer it would be reprehensible for me to marry you without making the proper arrangements."

Roman lets the subject drop and he thinks Gerri has forgotten about it until he comes home to find Frank there, looking at paperwork over Gerri's shoulder.

"What's he doing here?" Roman demands.

"Frank is here to witness the prenup, Rome."

"You got General Franco here to ambush me?" Roman glares at Frank, who shrugs apologetically. "Are Karl and Hugo going to pop out too? Is this the world's worst surprise party?"

"Frank is my oldest friend," Gerri points out. "And he also has your best interests at heart." Roman scoffs.

"I'm just here to help you both, son," says Frank. "You want to marry Gerri, don't you? This is a necessary step."

"Fine. Fine." Roman grabs the papers. "Gimme a pen. I don't care." Frank frowns and hands him a pen from his pocket. Roman viciously signs his name underneath Gerri's signature on each page. "There. Happy now?" He shoves the pen back at Frank.

"I'll leave you two to enjoy your evening," Frank says quietly to Gerri, after adding his own signature to the papers.

"Yeah, thanks. Always a chore," Roman calls after him.

"Rome…" Gerri starts, once Frank has shut the door behind him.

"It's fine. Forget it. Just a formality, right?" Roman flings himself down on the couch, his feet hanging over the armrest.

Gerri sits down beside him, reaching out to take his hand. "I have no intention of splitting up, you know."

"Then why the contract?"

"Because, I don't want people saying I married you for your money. Your mother, for instance."

"Who cares what people say?"

"I do. I still have a professional reputation to keep up. Now we can just focus on us and the wedding, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." Gerri is stroking his hand with her thumb and he reluctantly squeezes her hand back.

"You should probably read the contract," she says.

"I'll have my lawyers look at it. I'm dumb, remember?"

"No, you're not." She leans in to kiss him on the forehead.