12-31-2014, 04:03 AM
"I'd like to think you would have used your magic to do all of this cooking for me instead of allowing me to slave over a hot fire. If you had magic, of course," Pentheus teased, a blush collecting on his cheeks as he continued to eat. "I'm just glad everything seems to be falling into place; I'm not quite sure what I would have done if I'd had so many little ones to care for on my own."
He placed a hand against the curve of his gravid stomach and groaned quietly when he could feel the children fussing about beneath the taut skin, woken by their father's previous touch and the food their mother was digesting. "I feel as if I'm already too full to function," he giggled. "I'll probably be bed-ridden in a few months time, if not sooner. You'll be there to help through it, though, so I'm not too worried."
He placed a hand against the curve of his gravid stomach and groaned quietly when he could feel the children fussing about beneath the taut skin, woken by their father's previous touch and the food their mother was digesting. "I feel as if I'm already too full to function," he giggled. "I'll probably be bed-ridden in a few months time, if not sooner. You'll be there to help through it, though, so I'm not too worried."