[KrocodileKrew]

"I love you, too," Twofor said softly, his hand continuing to rub the swollen tummy. Ah, how he loved the feeling of his breeder's roundness, heavy with child. He waved a hand and the light in the room began to dim, while a blanket of sorts was dropped over them. His son continued to move and struggle for a while, then slowly went still. "Get some sleep, little Thomas," said the Myrmidon. "It's been a long night for you, I'm sure."