#m:drake

        "You think he ever get’s tired of listening to himself speak?” He questioned         the blonde. “We’ve got a meeting with the  Russians at three, how long do          you think we’ll be here?” As of late Drake had been taking on more of a role          especially with the delegation of territory. SOmething he had once wished to          have nothing to do with easily become the only thing he was good at.            

The males night had been spent out and about with some mates of his, more or so his evening took the title of a celebration. His attempts at making minimal nose upon entering is apartment had failed him and eventually he had fallen into bed next to Lucia. He was quite enough not to wake her from her slumber. Brawny yet gentle hands grazed over her stomach rubbing it endearingly. “Hey bud--”The male whispered, yet it held the tone of harsh hushed talking. “ I know you're probably sleeping--s-something I should be doing but I just got in from announcing the big news---to--to the guys.” There was a small smile that cascaded against his face. “Hell they’re excited to meet you--n-not as excited as your mother and I...b-but excited. I was scared at first--w-when your mom told me we where having you---but not in a bad way...i-in a good way. The kind of feeling you get when you’re super e-excited and you don’t know whether to scream or jump.---You’re going to be strong--y-you’re going to have one hell of a right hook too. I am going to be the father that will always be there when you need m-me. I promise.”

Heavy feet drug against the floor as he found his place on her couch. There was a slight muffled in his transitions as he found comfort in it.“ I could sleep here for yearsssss a--and then some.” The blonde slurred out. Extending one arm left and the other right, the male had completely taken over her couch. “Come.” He pleaded, the last bit of his words drug out as if he where singing some kind of tune. “I’ve been thinking y’know--and it’s not the kind of thinking you just do but like t-the one you do w-when you’re being serious...You know why I travel so much? C-Cause I fucking hate this p-place...this city. There was never ever-ever-everrr anything worthwhile here for me---everything was just so fucked up I just---I hated this place.” The male paused, almost a little too long. “And then--a-and then there was you.’ He hiccuped. “You m-made this place my home again---and I’m tired of never being home...I’ll b-be home soon--for good I promise.”

" Yeah you look like it too. " Stiles scoffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. " What's this about anyways ? Why do you think I would care about anything you say ? " 

"Nope..just stop."