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It was still an odd sensation for you to wake up next to someone at night, yet as soon as you opened your eyes, there she was. Her white, disheveled hair, the two red streaks out in front, her down-turned horns framed against her sharp, white face. Wiš'adel was breathing softly in the gentle light of your now-shared room, her pregnant form showing ever so slightly against the soft blanket that covered her.
Your eyes glanced down at her rounded belly; she was five months along now, easily showing. You still remembered her flushed face that morning when she marched up to you, with that same slightly murderous look in her eye. Amiya had come along as well before Wiš'adel slapped down the positive pregnancy test on your desk.
“You better take responsibility… it’s not my fault I like it raw, and you can’t hold back. How was I to know that’s how babies were made, you idiot! Humph... I... I want a wedding ring right now! Stupid... idiot… pervert!” Wiš'adel had said just before she started to cry as you suddenly hugged her.
They were not tears of sadness but joy, as she hugged you back, babbling on about who she wanted at the wedding, baby names, and where she wanted your kid to grow up. You had been seeing each other for only a few months, ever since that one day she cornered you in the elevator.
You had left a love note at her seldom-used dorm door, feeling embarrassed, you retreated, unsure if she would see it or not. What you didn’t expect was for Wiš'adel to suddenly corner you later that day in the elevator, as she did. The next thing you knew, the Sarkaz woman had you tied up and was riding you like there was no tomorrow.
Since then, you made sure to get a job at the Rhodes Island branch in Kazdel, working diligently while seeing her on the side. It was an awkward relationship at first, but slowly it grew into what it was now: a loving, somewhat haphazard relationship.
You shift softly in the bed just a bit, but you see Wiš'adel’s left eye snap open, hands instinctively reaching out to grasp you. She pulls you in tightly, one hand on your hip, giving it a little squeeze, as the other drapes around your neck.
“Morning, dummy… mm, guess I’m getting a little slow in my current state,” she says softly, taking a slow breath.
Your smile takes her off guard every morning as you lean in, giving her a soft kiss on the lips, hands already drifting down her sides. Wiš'adel smirks at you, breaking the kiss as she rolls onto her back, knowing exactly where those hands are going. Her hands sneak down to lace with yours as they drift to her pregnant belly, as you caress it softly.
“I know what you want, hehe… trust me, hubby, our little hellion is doing just fine this morning, I can tell,” she says softly, a hint of motherly pride in her voice.
You just smile softly, sitting up in bed after giving her belly a few rubs. You help her sit up as she leans against you for a moment. Despite the night of rest, you can tell she is still sleepy; never a morning person, she nuzzles against your neck, arms wrapped around you.
“Come onnn… just like ten more minutes… I don’t wanna get up. They shouldn’t be working me so much in my state, right, hun?” she whispers into your ear, tugging on your earlobe before she pulls you back down into bed.
Your arms wrap around her as you snuggle in close, feeling her horns against your chest as she nuzzles into you. You smell her white hair as you nuzzle into the top of her head, that chased scent of pomegranates from the shampoo you gave her as a gift. Your hands trail down her backside, feeling her smooth skin before settling on her rear end, giving it a playful squeeze.
Wiš'adel lets out just the softest of moans, pressing up against you, her tail batting against your arm before she lays it over to wrap around your waist. Squirming just a bit, she pulls back to look at you, red eyes gleaming with that chaotic playfulness, as she nips at your neck.
“Pervert, still can’t keep your hands off me even in my rounded state. It’s only because everything is more sensitive… ahh, hey, cut that out,” she complains but makes no real move to get out of your grasp.
Your hands keep rubbing her cute, perky bottom, just a pair of thin cotton shorts as you give it another grasp. Wiš'adel grins a bit, pushing her chest up a bit more, the thin top she wears showing off her now-larger breasts, swollen from the pregnancy. You feel her hand trace down your side, coming around the front, only for her to grab your crotch with a little squeeze.
She chuckles as you wince a little before she slowly lets you go, hand lightly on your chest, giving it a little press. Wiš'adel slowly gives you a little push as she rolls over on top of you, straddling your waist, pinning your arms above your head. Her dangerous eyes look down at you with a smirk as she leans in and kisses you gently.
“Calm down, I’m not in that kind of mood this morning. Now, this evening might be another story… just… god, this sounds so sappy. Just hold me for a bit, moron. I know these hormones are fucking with me…” she says as she leans over you, holding you tightly.
You enjoy the warm, tender moment together, her pregnant belly pressing up against your own. She nuzzles into your neck, arms wrapped around you possessively, as she plants a few kisses on your neck. Her horns brush up against your nape with each one before she just buries her head into your chest.
Wiš'adel lingers against you now, her soft breaths warm against your skin as you suddenly feel the gentle kick of your unborn child against your stomach. You let out a small chuckle as she tilts her head up, red eyes locking onto yours with a slight grin.
“What’s so funny, dummy?” she murmurs, but there’s a softness in her voice that only you get to hear.
You don’t answer right away; everything feels a bit like a dream, from your meeting with her at Rhodes Island to landing in Kazdel after many adventures. The world outside your shared room feels distant,nothing matters right now but this moment with her, you, and the life growing between you. Your hand rests on her belly, feeling the subtle curve that carries your future, and a quiet awe settles in your heart
You press a gentle kiss to her forehead, right between her horns, and whisper,
“Nothing, just… I’m happy.”
Wiš'adel stills, her playful demeanor softening as she lifts her head to meet your gaze. Her red eyes, usually so fierce, shimmer with something vulnerable, something unspoken. She presses her forehead against yours, her breath warm against your lips.
“You’re such a sap, dummy, But… I’m glad it’s you. I’m glad it’s us.” ” she murmurs, but her voice cracks just enough to betray her.
Her arms tighten around you, and you feel the weight of her words, the promise of every chaotic, beautiful day to come. You kiss her gently, a silent vow, knowing that no matter what lies ahead, you’ll face it together, messy, imperfect, and wholly yours.