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The setting sun was beautiful. Out of the entire day, Wriothesley cherished this moment the most when he was on his own.
He carefully ascended the mountain, gazing at the trees gently enveloped in an orange hue. A chilly breeze, the first signs of the approaching winter, let the grass gently sway in the wind; nature was preparing for the natural change in season – as was humanity.
Never in his life had Wriothesley thought he’d get to see the sun every single day. When he had ascended as the ruler of Meropide, he had still found himself mostly confined to the iron walls of the Fortress, fulfilling his duties as Administrator. Yes, he was a free man now, but… there weren’t many reasons for him to come up and enjoy the scenery.
People usually tried to get out of Meropide to reunite with their families. He had taken care of the ‘family’ he once had… so there was no one left for him to come home to.
…At least it used to be like that.
The key screeched slightly as he turned it in the door, holding it firmly as he planted his hand on the wood to push it open. This house sure was getting old… he’d have to take care of this someday. Rust was making it hard to get inside the colder it got, and he didn’t want a certain someone to get trapped by not being able to push it open…
“I’m back–”
“Uhhhuuuuuuu… hic… huuuhuuuu…”
Wriothesley bolted through the door, shoes on and everything. He turned the corner with a panicked heartbeat and widened eyes.
“DARLING?!”
And what he saw… was the reason why he had a place to call ‘home’ now:
Neuvillette – dressed in a simple white dress, naked feet standing in a puddle. Ceramic shards were scattered all over the floor, trapping the poor dragon in this spot.
His distressed dragon looked over to him with a heartbreaking expression, tears streaming over his face, wet spots around his chest–
And a very big baby bump clutched in the front.
“W-Wrio… hic… uhuuuuuu…”
Neuvillette started bawling without anything to stop him.
“I dropped your favourite cuuuuuppppp…. waaaaAAAHHHHH…!”
All Wriothesley could do was to give a weak half-smile, standing there and watching the pregnant ruler of Fontaine cry over a broken teacup.
Pregnancy hormones were brutal.
Not ten minutes later, and Neuvillette was sitting on the couch, sob-chewing as he couldn’t decide between crying and eating, so he did both at the same time. Wriothesley had made sure to pop into the city to buy him some fresh crisps, which he was devouring now.
The Duke diligently cleaned up the shards and the wet mess left behind by a failed attempt of brewing tea. Then, he brewed two new cups, and…
“It’s not your fault darling. I should’ve warned you that the handle on that cup was kinda busted…”
Neuvillette was absolutely heartbroken over having destroyed one of Wriothesley’s ‘favourite cups in the whole wide world’ – at least so the dragon would continue to cry. In reality, Wriothesley couldn’t have cared less about that particular mug. Not enough to be sad about it, at least. Rather, he kinda hated it now because his poor pregnant partner was distraught over having destroyed it…
“It’s okay, sweetness,” Wriothesley softly murmured, carefully stroking a strand of hair out of Neuvillette’s face. “I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt. That’s all that matters…”
“B-Bwut yow lowed dwat won…” Neuvillette hiccupped with his mouth full, still not sure whether he wanted to eat or cry. He was too upset to stop sobbing, but he was also too hungry to ignore fresh food. Stuck in this dilemma, he was even more upset about everything and just kept breaking out into crying fits as he continued.
Wriothesley lovingly held him and nuzzled his hair, comforting his partner the only way he could. By now, he knew Neuvillette just needed time to calm down.
Neither of them could’ve ever foreseen how brutal a first-time pregnancy would be on both of them. Wriothesley had already been freaking out about becoming a dad before that positive pregnancy test, while Neuvillette had been rather calm about it. In the first few months, it had always been him who had calmed Wriothesley down about any changes in his physique and behaviours, explaining them as rationally as he could.
…Nowadays, Neuvillette was an absolute mess and Wriothesley was the one who had to calm him down. Just yesterday, Neuvillette had cried during dinner because ‘it tasted too good’. Yes, he had started bawling because food wasn’t supposed to be that good…
As cute as that was, other moments were just heartbreaking. Sometimes, he’d cry when he was still tired after sleeping, sometimes he’d cry because he couldn’t fit into his work uniform any longer, and sometimes he’d cry because he had accidentally bought baby clothes for a 1-year-old instead of an infant a couple of months ago…
Thankfully, he was on maternity leave for the foreseeable future. Wriothesley highly doubted the Maison Gestion or public would be able to handle a fully hormonal Hydro Dragon Sovereign if he broke down crying in court…
“Just one more week and you’ll feel better,” Wriothesley softly comforted him, letting a hand rest on his big baby bump. “Then we can hold our little Wriovi in our arms…”
The reaction he got was…
Neuvillette’s eyes were swimming in tears, a hysteric sob leaving him.
“I-I don’t wanna part from my babyyyyyyy…. waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…!”
…Hormones. Yes.
A prophecy threatening all of Fontaine? Piece of cake.
Extraterrestrial doom whale able to swallow entire oceans? An unworthy opponent.
Managing the fate of an entire country? Just a job.
Being pregnant for the first time?
…
Hardest challenge of Neuvillette’s entire long life…
Neuvillette stirred awake the moment Wriothesley was beginning to sit up. The light of day was slowly beginning to pour in through the windows. It was time to get up for those who had to commute to work.
A quiet yawn left Wriothesley as he sat there and stretched his arms upwards. His muscular chest flexed as he tried to get rid of the aching sensation in his upper body. Yes, he was getting older… being in his 30s sucked.
He couldn’t get far, though, as he felt a certain pregnant dragon sleepily scoot closer to hug his midriff.
“Mornin’ darling,” Wriothesley yawned with a sleep-thick voice, a smile on his face. Neuvillette couldn’t even keep his eyes open – he defiantly held onto his body while trying not to fall asleep… rather unsuccessfully.
“Mhhhhh…”
“You should go back to sleep, sweet thing,” Wriothesley sheepishly grinned, letting a hand run through Neuvillette’s soft white hair. “Look at you. Can’t even keep your eyes open…”
“Mh-mhh…” Neuvillette defiantly groaned, snuggling into Wriothesley’s side. He was so adorable when he wasn’t as prim and proper as usual. Ever since he had entered his third trimester, he was way bolder than ever before.
And that just included… well, being rather open with his feelings as to what he wanted or not. Right now, he definitely didn’t want Wriothesley to leave. If it were up to him, his lover would stay by his side 24/7…
“I gotta go to work, sweetness…”
A sweet whine. Wriothesley could barely contain his grin, almost tempted to just go back to bed to snuggle his sweet darling.
“If I don’t show up, Sigewinne’s gonna assume you’re in labour and will rush over, y’know?”
“Mhhhhhh…”
“We don’t want another incident where 45 panicked Melusines barge into our home, do you?”
“Mh-mhhhh…”
“So… I gotta get ready and go to the Fortress, darling…”
“Mhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm…”
Ah, he was just way too cute like this. Neuvillette had always been the light of his life, but nowadays he was even more gorgeous than ever before. How could anyone ever hope to beat him in terms of adorableness?
Well… maybe their Wriovi would manage to have him in a chokehold like this.
Wriothesley gently bowed down and placed a kiss on Neuvillette’s head. He let his hand wander over Neuvillette’s side, stroking his baby bump lovingly – just the way he knew his draconic partner liked.
A purr filled the room as Neuvillette slowly relaxed. Before he knew it… his grip on Wriothesley relaxed, one dragon already deep asleep again.
He carefully covered him with a blanket and got up – internally counting the days to Neuvillette’s supposed due date.
Soon, their baby’s cries would wake him up in the morning…
Neuvillette took a big bite of his pancakes, honey dripping all over his chin. It was lonely to be eating by himself, but his lover had made sure to make him breakfast before leaving.
A quiet grumble left him.
As always, Wriothesley had used his weakness against him to lure him back into sleep so he could leave. What a shameless tactic – all he had asked of him was to stay home a bit longer so they could cuddle. Cuddle a few more minutes… and then some more minutes… maybe an hour… maybe another one…
…Wriothesley could’ve just stayed home with him…
A lively kick reminded him he wasn’t per se alone. He glanced down to his bump, messily chewing his bite.
“I know, I know, you’re getting your breakfast…”
Their baby was incredibly active and apparently… really big. Sigewinne kept mentioning how his bump was in the ‘99th percentile’ or something. He didn’t exactly understand pregnancy medicine, but what he did know was that his baby was apparently exceptionally big for an infant.
…Which all meant he’d have to give birth to a really big baby. Which sounded like fun.
A quiet wince left him as he thought about the inevitable birth.
Yes, he was an immortal Hydro Sovereign Dragon. He could withstand draughts, starvation, normally lethal injuries, and the threat of mental corruption…
…but for some reason, giving birth was something that intimidated even him. It didn’t help that every woman he had ever talked to kept remarking on how exhausting and painful it was…
“It’s your papa’s fault,” Neuvillette grumbled with a frown. “Why does he have to be so big…”
Wriothesley was big in many senses…
Before he could lose himself in impure thoughts, Neuvillette finished his breakfast and waddled over to the kitchen to clean up. Then, he went upstairs to change out of his nightgown which he had managed to soil with honey…
As he struggled to get out of it, he glanced to the sink – and saw Wriothesley’s red tie just hanging there. Bare of any clothing, he picked it up and tilted his head, looking around for the rest of his uniform.
No, Wriothesley’s pants and shirt were gone. He must’ve forgotten to wear his tie today…
Neuvillette intensely stared at it, a certain something rising within him. Images of the Fortress and Wriothesley walking around…
Seeing his lover during the day…
Visiting him…
He hastily shook his head, wincing internally.
Wriothesley had begged him to never visit him at work. The Fortress was dangerous – most of the worst criminals in Fontaine’s history had been sentenced by him personally. In his pregnant state, he was really vulnerable, and it would only stress Wriothesley out if the stepped foot down there.
…But his tie was missing. His uniform wouldn’t be complete without it…
No. Safety. Wriothesley’s happiness. He couldn’t just go down there because he missed him.
…Right?
When he looked up and into the mirror, his own reflection stared right back at him – and so did the obvious intent that his mirror self was harbouring in that moment. An almost devious seeming smile, giddy…
In his defence, Wriothesley had left him unsupervised at home.
“Uh, your Grace?” Estienne poked his head in. He was practically running up the stairs, which prompted Wriothesley to raise an eyebrow.
“What’s chasing you? Someone dying?”
Estienne gasped, supporting himself on his own knees for a minute. He raised his head up with an insecure expression.
“Uhm… we have a visitor coming for you…”
“Visitor? I don’t have any appointments today,” Wriothesley frowned. “Who is it? Spina di Rosula? Someone from the Maison Gestion? Wait, did Clorinde say something about coming down?”
He did not like the fact that Estienne nervously averted his gaze. If anything, he seemed painfully aware and embarrassed about a certain fact.
“Well… uhm… you could say it is important business…?”
Wriothesley’s expression was almost concerned at this point.
“Why do I not like where that’s going?”
A quiet wince left Estienne – and then he averted his face completely, his next sentence just a murmur.
“…It’s the Iude–”
Wriothesley bolted up from his chair.
“Neuvi’s WHAT?!”
Neuvillette’s preggy taps sounded rather loud on the metal surface. He was huffing and puffing from the long way, holding onto Wriothesley’s tie for dear life.
Numerous guards had called out to him in almost fear, asking him why he was here and if he was sure he wanted to be down here. Someone had even begged him to wait for them to go fetch the Duke. What they couldn’t do was leave their post, so they couldn’t run after him when he had just ignored them…
He was almost at the Administrative Area, which prompted him to huff even louder. Despite his best intentions, he was out of breath, tired, and most importantly of all, incredibly upset.
His bladder was full, he was hungry, tired and cranky, and he disliked the stench of the Fortress. Usually it never bothered him, but the smell of metal, sweat, and other bodily fluids made him want to retch which would happen very soon if he didn’t get to Wriothesley’s office.
Thankfully, it was already in view – and Wriothesley had to pray to the Sovereigns he’d survive this encounter. How dare he leave him home alone? Why did he forget his tie? And how big did he think his balls were for him to even believe Neuvillette would forgive him for making him walk all this way?
Yes, he had oh so graciously decided to come down here and bring him his precious item, so he’d better shower him in attention and dare not to do anything else but pamper him…
His thoughts were interrupted when he encountered a roadblock. A human roadblock in the form of a man standing in his way, chest pushed out and everything. Neuvillette managed to stop in time to look up.
A particularly big guy was standing there, neither wearing a shirt nor any perfume, judging from the stench this one carried with him. Neuvillette immediately felt nausea overcoming him, prompting him to frown.
His facial expression must’ve given away what he was feeling because the inmate snarled at him.
“Oh, disgusted by the lowly prisoners, are we?” he growled, the tone he set showing he was hostile. It also didn’t help that he was rather muscled and bearing numerous scars – seemed to be a frequent fighter in that one place Wriothesley loved hanging out in.
What was it called? A ring for stupidly bashing one’s head in… Pan-something…
Stupid fight club? Something like that.
“I’m talking to you,” the prisoner loudly growled, snapping Neuvillette’s attention back to him. However, he was displeased when the dragon furrowed his brows even more, seeming more like he was minorly inconveniencing rather than threatening him.
This pissed him off even more.
“You don’t even remember who I am, do you?!” the agitated human demanded to know.
Frankly, Neuvillette wasn’t sure. He racked his brain, but he couldn’t exactly count on that anymore. Nowadays, he forgot anything, be it important or not. Sigewinne called it ‘pregnancy dementia’, but he had never believed it to be a real thing. However, now he began to doubt whether it really was just made up or not…
“You fucking whore spread your legs for the Duke and now you acting as if you’re owning this place?!”
Before he knew what was happening, a large hand grabbed the tie he held in his hands and ripped it out of his grasp. Neuvillette reacted by stepping forward and reaching out for it, only for the prisoner to dangle it over his head. Thanks to his size and pregnancy, Neuvillette was quickly huffing, futilely trying to reach it.
It seemed no prison guard was looking this way – or there were none around at the moment. No one was coming to help him.
Neuvillette narrowed his eyes, quickly feeling that same anger well up inside of him that he constantly felt ever since he had gotten pregnant. Nowadays, everything pissed him off, and this guy was on the fast track of becoming his least liked person ever.
He still tried to adhere to his own believes stating he had to give every human a chance to explain and redeem themselves, but…
“Give it back,” Neuvillette harshly stated, back on his feet as he stopped trying to stand on his tippy toes. His eyes were dangerously glowing from how angry he was already. “Now.”
It wasn’t a request. It was an order.
The prisoner’s grin shook from how pissed off he was.
“Oh, I’ll give you something, you stupid bitch!!”
And he roughly shoved him back.
Neuvillette yelped, stumbling backwards on his feet. He tripped, finding himself losing balance-
And was caught by strong arms, pressed into a heavily muscled, clothed chest. He immediately recognized Wriothesley by his mere scent.
Wriothesley smelled angry.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
The Duke’s voice rang loudly through the Administrative Area – not a scream; a stern voice which went right down to the bone.
Wriothesley carefully set Neuvillette back on his feet, gently stroked his cheek in passing, before walking up to the offender. The guy opened his mouth to say something-
And Wriothesley punched him into the next wall. Neuvillette flinched away, watching how blood splattered all over the wall from where the convict’s nose was broken. The guy was sent flying into it too, causing a loud dull sound to echo through the pipes and the surrounding area.
All the guy did was to yelp – probably used to this type of pain. He was still standing, wiping his nose – and then the Duke grabbed him by the throat and harshly slammed him back into the wall, holding him like that.
Neuvillette watched quietly, cradling his baby bump with both hands.
This wasn’t a situation where he should be butting in. Down here, he was just a civilian. Handling unruly men who attacked him wasn’t his job… it was his husband’s.
“Listen here, Vaughn,” Wriothesley whispered, his voice scarily calm while his face was completely serious. “Down here, you can get away with a lot of things if I’m not looking. Cheating, stealing, plotting to overthrow me…”
Vaughn tried to open his mouth but immediately choked when Wriothesley tightened his grip around his throat.
“…but you do not touch my husband, you understand?”
Wriothesley didn’t tear his eyes away from Vaughn, continuing to choke him. Instead, he raised his voice so Neuvillette could hear him.
“You okay, Neuvi?”
“Unscathed, dear,” the dragon calmly replied. It was interesting to see how unbothered he could be in situations where his life was actually being threatened – but then again, he was the Hydro Sovereign, the ruler of Fontaine. No one could ever beat him; no human could ever hope to match the sheer authority he held.
It was illogical for Wriothesley to fear a singular guy could hurt him… but he also wasn’t one who entertained possibilities either. If there was even a remote chance Neuvillette could get hurt, then he was going to make sure it wouldn’t happen.
All Wriothesley did was to nod – and then he threw Vaughn on the ground with ease, watching the guy cough. He narrowed his eyes at him, then walked over and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him up.
“You’re going on lockdown for that. Neuvi, I’ll meet you in my office.”
“Alright, dear,” Neuvillette nodded, watching how his husband dragged the man off to probably imprison him personally. The dragon couldn’t help but sigh with admiration, watching the way Wriothesley’s coat swayed from left to right, occasionally revealing his well-built behind.
A strong man, a strong leader… and a strong body in general.
He truly had chosen a fine man to father his first child.
By the time Wriothesley walked up the stairs, he sighed with annoyance, pushing his hair back. He disliked it when he had to get physical with someone first thing in the morning, since it set the tone for the whole day.
He didn’t even get to open his mouth to say anything, interrupted by quiet sobbing.
Neuvillette’s sobbing.
“DARLING?!” he bolted up the stairs, almost stumbling when he reached his office.
He saw Neuvillette sitting on the couch, feet up, and hands desperately wiping tears away from his face. Judging from the redness around his eyes, he must’ve been crying for minutes at this point – he was completely hysterical.
Immediately, Wriothesley crossed the distance and knelt in front of the couch, gently bringing two hands up to stroke his sides.
“Hey… hey, I’m here, darling…”
Neuvillette acknowledged his existence with a loud sob, looking at him for a second before he broke out into even louder crying. He was so caught up in it he couldn’t speak – that happened on occasion.
So, Wriothesley carefully pushed him to the side and sat down next to him, taking him into his arms. He thankfully leaned into his touch and cried into his chest, allowing Wriothesley to stroke his back in a soothing manner.
On the inside, Wriothesley was pissed.
Great, this fucking asshole had scared Neuvillette after all. He had come down here because he had missed him, and the first thing that happened was some maniac yelled at him and pushed him around, threatening to hurt his baby.
If Wriothesley hadn’t heard the commotion, there would have been no telling to what could’ve happened instead. Neuvillette was stronger than anyone, but when it came to his baby, he…
“It’s okay, darling… you’re both safe now…” he kept comforting him, lovingly stroking his baby belly while holding him close. In his arms, Neuvillette kept crying his heart out, completely losing it.
The first few times of him crying had been a foreign experience. Being this expressive, showing such emotions… not the typical picture of the Iudex.
But nowadays, Wriothesley couldn’t imagine him without it. Pregnancy was one of the best things that had ever happened to him.
“…H-Hic… I… uhuuuuuuu…”
Neuvillette sobbed, looking up to him through red, teary eyes. His lips were quivering, and for a moment, Wriothesley thought he knew what he was going to say, that he was terrified and that this scared him-
“I lost your tiiiiiiiiieeeeee… uwaaaaaaaahhhhh!”
…Aaaand Neuvillette was crying because he had lost an article of clothing.
Okay.
“So, you went down here because… I forgot my tie in the morning,” Wriothesley summarised. He was standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed and everything.
“Uhhuuu…” Neuvillette nodded with a pathetic expression, eyes still red from how much he had cried. He was wrapped in a blanket, holding a cup of tea, and trying to resist the urge to cry again.
Wriothesley had to do his hardest to take this matter as serious as possible. Neuvillette often ended up crying because of seemingly meaningless things, but… that was a normal thing with pregnancy. At least according to Sigewinne…
“I’ll have my men search for it, okay?” he spoke with a calming voice. “There’s a chance Vaughn stole-”
“I caused you more wooooooork… I’m the worst ever…!” Neuvillette’s eyes already refilled with tears, startling Wriothesley.
“Wait, no, darling, you aren’t causing me work-“ he raised his hands in a calming manner, trying to talk him down. “It’s not a big deal. Really.”
“I… I went down here… and I lost it… and now you look awful like that…” Neuvillette hid his face in his hands, loudly hiccupping as he was beginning to lose it again. On the back of his mind, Wriothesley wondered if he really did look stupid without his tie…
“Darling, if we don’t find it, we can just buy a new one-”
“It won’t be the saaaame… it was your favourite… eveeeeeer…!” Neuvillette looked up again and oh, yeah, those were tears. Rolling down his cheeks. Preparing another storm on the surface. Alright. “I lost it and now you hate me…!”
“Neuvi, darling, I would never-“
“Because now I’m fat and ugly and stupid and I forget things and lose your ties and destroy your cups…!”
“Honey, you’re pregnant-”
“And you’ll leave me for a pretty prison guard and have an actual family with a human who isn’t stupid and clumsy…!”
“Sweetums, I will never leave-”
“A-And then you’ll hate having to work with me because I’m the Iudex and I have to lead Fontaine now because Focalors… Focalors…”
“Okay, sweetie, I think you’re spiralling a little there-”
“Because Focalors… is deeeeeeaaaaaaad… WAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”
Aaaaand Neuvillette was full on bawling again. In his office. Tea mug dropped as he needed his hands to hide his face. Tea everywhere on the metal floor.
Great. Yes.
Wriothesley helplessly stood there, noticing a pair of peculiar ears out of the corner. What looked like ears was a pair of rhinophores belonging to Sigewinne, who was peeking over the railing-
And when their gazes crossed, she bolted back down and out of the office, prompting Wriothesley to curse under his breath as he hissed for her to get back here.
But Sigewinne was smart enough to know when certain wars couldn’t be worn.
Of course she’d leave him up to his fate.
Damn Melusines and the bad behaviours he had taught them.
Not an hour later, and Neuvillette was sitting on the sofa as if nothing had ever happened at all. He was knitting a sweater (Wriothesley had no fucking idea how he had hidden all of that stuff in his coat) and humming, unbothered by the fact he was sitting in the Duke’s office…
…unaware of the fact Wriothesley was stressed out about him being here.
“Darling… aren’t you cold?” he carefully tried again. “The Fortress doesn’t exactly offer great heating, you know…”
“I’m fine,” Neuvillette nodded, holding the fabric up to examine his current progress. “Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl? Mh… either way, I think pink suits both.”
“You know… maybe you could visit Lady Furina at home. You and her are friends, right? Even after everything that went down,” he tried again, subtly hoping to achieve his goal.
“She’s currently busy with her troupe, practicing a theatre piece,” Neuvillette replied again, continuing to knit undisturbed. He didn’t mind it when guards came into the office to report some minor scuffles and other things, completely oblivious to the fact they were staring at him.
How would they not be staring? He was the heavily pregnant Chief Justice of Fontaine, clothed in a ruffly white maternity gown, still wearing his coat with the front open. It also didn’t help that he was knitting… a sweater… in the Fortress of Meropide. Place harbouring some of the worst criminals in all of Fontaine. Murderer and stuff.
Wriothesley scratched the back of his head.
“Aren’t you tired? How about I bring you home, and I promise I’ll come home sooner today-”
The knitting stopped. When Neuvillette’s head snapped up, he knew he had made a big mistake.
“…I’m… bothering you…?”
OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK
“Darling-!”
“You… you don’t want me here…”
And Wriothesley couldn’t even get a word in before the Iudex dropped his knitting needles, pressed his eyes shut, and started bawling on the spot.
“UWAAAAAAAHHHHHH!! MY HUSBAND HATES ME AFTER AAAAAALL…!!”
God fucking damn it.
“Your… Grace?” Sigewinne raised an eyebrow. She slowly approached the man who was peering into an open pipe, sticking his hand in to grab something. “What are you doing…?”
“Neuvi wants a Lumitoile- uh had to bargain with him for him to stop crying, so he gets a Lumitoile…”
“Okay… but there’s hundreds out in the sea, why aren’t you…?”
“He doesn’t want a wet Lumitoile.”
“…He wants a… dry… Lumitoile?”
“I know these suckers like to hang around in pipes. I think he wants one of those…”
“Your Grace-”
“Don’t… say it. Just… keep gloating somewhere else…”
The wet crunching sounds never got easier. Wriothesley visibly had to stop himself from gagging while Neuvillette happily munched on his Lumitoile, tearing it apart bit by bit. It also didn’t help it was still alive… and… wriggling…
“I love you…” the pregnant dragon hummed lovingly, taking another big bite out of his stash of wiggling starfish. Wriothesley had brought him a whole bucket full-
A bucket full of love. He loved him after all. Wriothesley was the perfect husband.
“Love you too…” Wriothesley gave him a twitchy half-smile before turning back to his paperwork, hoping and praying to the Archons he’d get Neuvillette home before he decided he’d rather sleep down here.
“Dear?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve decided: I want to birth our little Wriovi down here.”
“Fuck.”