talk to me in songs & poems

Raisa smirked, but there was no sharp blade across her lips, no taunt. Danny would be a good dad. She'd known it long before they started dating, and he'd only reaffirmed it after, in all the ways he took care of her. "But I love both, very very much, so technically, that's the biggest compliment I can give you." She nipped at his bottom lip, then pressed a soothing kiss to it, more apology than flirtation.

"That's probably for the best, yeah..." Danny's eyes darkened at the mention of their first morning together, one of his hands sliding up the back of Raisa's neck in order to tangle fingers in her curls. "If I recall correctly, I had you on the kitchen table first. A little dessert after breakfast, right?" That had been an incredible--and exhausting--24 hours, a marathon of sex he had never expected. "I think I can get behind that idea, though that's quite an extensive list. I'm not sure we'd finish by the time Sweetie is born." Their baby was now sweet potato sized, but still had a lot more growing to do before they met them. "For now we should go get ready. Save the fun for later."

"'Cause you're a good dad...but a mean daddy," she whispered, eyes sparking with mischief. She couldn't help but tease him. Their relationship was changing, their family growing, but Raisa would always make time for a little flirting. "They're freaking ambrosia," she said, grinning, "Like your lasagna." Raz smiled at Danny's hum of approval, always feeling a flutter of pride at the small feat of clearing her plate, simply from Danny's reaction. When he lifted her off the counter, she smoothed her fingers over his forearms and stepped closer, curls spilling down her back as she gazed up at him. "I know," she said, giving him a smile Raisa reserved just for him. "We both do." She nudged her nose against his, then gave his bottom lip a playful nip. "Have I thanked you for it recently?"

"You know what? I'll take it." He would always try to do what was best for his family, even if it wasn't the most popular decision at the time. "Okay, ouch," Danny said, clutching dramatically at his chest as he met Raisa's eyes. "Comparing my delicious, homemade lasagna to pastries out of a box is a new low, I've gotta say." He certainly couldn't understand her fondness for them, but some days he was just happy to see her eat anything.