Sweet Love Of Mine

There wasn?t much in life that scared the sizeable brute, if anything at all. The concept of death was not feared, but instead accepted. One could try to outrun death as much as they wanted, but sooner or later it would catch up with them. Demonio wasn?t one of those wolves. Though he did not fear dying, his hope was that he would be given a long happy life beside his wife. He still had many more years he wanted to spend at her side. He wasn?t scared of getting sick or of anything out in the world. He had claws and he had teeth and they were given to him for a purpose. But, there was one thing he did fear, one that he was sure no one knew about; loosing Desdemona. Even trying to contemplate the idea of not being able to have her at his side was nearly impossible for the man. He had no life if his wife wasn?t a part of it. There was no point without his reason for existing.


So it would make sense that he worried about her, about her safety and well-being. She was everything to him and he would never let any harm come to her. It would be over his dead body that anyone would think of harming a single hair on her magnificent body. So it was no surprise that his heart thundered inside his chest as he reached the site of their den, skidding to a halt beside his wife, their breakfast momentarily forgotten as his mind raced to figure out what was going on. She would reach out to him twining her neck around his as she embraced him, her soft words meant to soothe him, to put his worries at ease. They did, his heart-beat slowing down to something seemingly normal, but they were not quelled entirely. Demonio returned his wife?s embrace, slipping a soft kiss to his lips as she withdrew, explaining her visit earlier that morning. So she?d gone to see a healer. He knew there had been something; he was just giving her the benefit of the doubt by not insisting on seeing if there really wasn?t. She gave him her word, so there was no reason not to believe her.


Just as quickly as she had pulled away she was closing the space between them, her soft nose pressing against his own, her dual-colored gems gazing into his own as her voice breached his ears once more. I have a clean bill of health Demonio, I am fine save for one thing... And then she paused and he could feel his heart stutter in his chest before kick-starting again, almost pounding out of his chest. Demonio, I'm pregnant. Preg?pregnant? Desdemona?.Desdemona was pregnant? As in, he was going to become a father?! WHAT?! You?re?.You?re?.You?re pregnant. And I?m?I?m?.I?m?going to be a father? His voice trembled, eyes widening to an impossible size. A father. Desdemona was pregnant with his children and he was going to be a father. His children. Desdemona?s children. Their children. Their family. Shock, joy, happiness and a hundred other emotions washed through him all at once, a the biggest smile in his life breaking across his face. Oh Desdemona, my beautiful wife, you?re pregnant with my children! Good lord, I?m going to be a father! He barked, unable to contain himself. He was going to be a father!


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