You Make Me Sick... With Love. ((Dobster/Damian))

[praiseofblood]

"Yeah, I like him, he's seemed to have matured a lot since the last time we saw him." Damien smiled.

[ode]

Dobster rubbed his belly, "Babies, my man. Even the most macho of men fall at the feet of an adorable infant."

[praiseofblood]

"Especially two adorable infants." he smiled.

[ode]

"Indeed." Moving over to his mate, he leaned against him. "I am tired as hell and you did most of the work. I feel like a bum."

[praiseofblood]

Damien lifted his mate up into his arms. "You're pregnant, you've got a right to be tired. " he smiled.

[ode]

"Doesn't your back hurt?" Dobster shook his head. "Macho, macho maaaaaaaaan."

[praiseofblood]

"Nope." Damien said, smiling at his mate.

[ode]

"Sweet. Then onwards, to the tub!" he pointed,

[praiseofblood]

Damien chuckled, carrying his mate to the bathroom, running them a hot bath.

[ode]

"Yes...." Dobster sighed when he was lowered into the hot water. "Amazing."

[praiseofblood]

Damien turned on the water jets and hugged his mate to him, running a warm rag over him.

[ode]

"You are a dream mate, you know that?" he groaned when the jets hit a particularly sore muscle. "And I think it adore you for installing this tub."

[praiseofblood]

Damien smiled. "You didn't adore me already?" he asked, kissing his mate's mark.

[ode]

"Well, I cerntainly loved you already. But adoring? The tub," he smiled and leaned back into his mate.

[praiseofblood]

"Well, I adored you already, " Damien pouted.