#nezusdesk

You huff, trying to find a sense of comfort in a nest made out of the finest silks and feathers collected by your most dearest husband, Sylus. Holding your heavy stomach with one hand, your tail swishing from left to right with agitation. Once you found a comfortable place to rest— near the center of the rest, beneath three layers of silk, you sigh with relief.

"There we go," You rub your swollen stomach, feeling the little ones move inside— how many eggs were you carrying again according to Sylus? Two? Three? The numbers seemed to blur in your pregnant brain,

"Now stay still. I need to rest before your father—"

"Yes?" You hear Sylus from outside, the deep rumble of his voice seem to wake up the little ones within you, making you groan with annoyance.

3 minutes and a half was the longest time you were comfortable until it was interrupted.

He enters the cave you both call home, carrying a new bundle of silk on one hand and game on the other. Setting both aside, he approaches you and presses a soft kiss on the spot in between the horns that have emerged as an exchange of souls and promise of eternity by each other's sides, before kissing the highest point of your baby bump.

"I was resting comfortably, and then you opened your mouth and woke up our children," You roll your eyes and look away.

Sylus laughs, cupping your cheeks to face him, "It seems like I've disturbed their slumber then…"

"And mine as well."

"And yours as well," Sylus repeats and kisses her again, "How shall I make it up to my sweetie?"

You hum for a moment, placing your finger on your chin as you push Sylus off to the side to readjust yourself once more. Sylus helps, placing one hand on your back and the other lifting up your stomach,

"Careful mama," Sylus whispers softly, his voice carries heavy with absolute devotion and care, "I dont want you or the little ones getting hurt."

Your cheeks flood a bright red as you try to look away. Sylus merely laughs and helps you along until you were comfortable once more, cuddled up beside him, his hands enveloping your growing stomach. He kisses your forehead and slowly makes his way down your face until he reaches your lips. He cups your face with one hand and asks, "May I?"

You nod and he kisses you, his lips felt like a comfortable and warmth fire that slowly brings comfort to your heart. You pull away moments later, smiling at Sylus. He smiles back and rubs your stomach, the eggs shifting lower inside you, "They'll be here soon…"

"Hmm…" You nuzzle close, "Sy, we're hungry, what did you bring?"

"Goat, shall that do?"

You hum again. Sylus gets up slowly, making sure to bundle you in silks that smell like him. "Get some rest, I'll wake you up once food's ready."

"Okay…thank you, my love."

Sylus approaches the nest once more and kisses her again, "I love you, my soul."

In the silence of their cave, the fires give a gentle glow around it, Sylus kept his eyes on the cooking meat, and occasionally at a sleeping you.

When the time comes, perhaps around late winter or early spring, the clutch of dragon eggs would enter the world and you and Sylus would call yourselves parents, but for now? Perhaps husband and wife will do.

The small hill you and Valko found was reminiscent of a romantic film, with the supermoon reaching its peak size and illuminating all beneath it. A gentle breeze swayed your clothes from left to right and the distant sound of crickets added a sense of calm, acting as nature's reminder that neither the both of you were alone tonight.

"I think the moon will look better from there, Val," You pointed to the hill, his eyes following your finger, "Don't you think?"

Valko surveyed the hill from you both stood, his tail relaxed and unmoving. He had tossed his mask aside, revealing the small peaks of his canine teeth and fur, a reminder of his werewolf nature, and a reminder of the many things you liked about him. He grunted, agreeing with your idea.

"Should we head to it?" You asked.

"Sure. You would look beautiful beneath it." Valko answered and started making his way to the hill, with you following in tow. He walked a little slower than usual, allowing you to close the gap his pace placed between you both before your hands once again reunite as you got closer to the hilltop.

You were right. From here, the supermoon was twice as big, as if it reached both ends of the horizon, its bright and luminescent glow brought a gentle sight to the grasses and wildflowers beneath you both. Taking the blanket from the bag you were carrying , gently laying it out for yourself and Valko.

Valko laid down and offered his arm to you, asking you to cuddle him beneath the moon. You couldn't helped but smile and lay beside him, your ears being comforted by the steady beat of his heart. You reached out for his wolf ears and scarcthed them, earning a sigh of relief and small hints of laughter he tried to disguise as coughing.

"You really like my ears, huh?" Valko pointed out.

"The human or the wolf ones?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Both."

You hummed in response, and continued to pet his wolf ears. "Theyre beautiful, even if it means I would have a harder time sneaking up on you."

That made Valko chuckled, "Damn right, babe. How can you sneak up on me when I have 4 ears."

"Guess I have to find some other way," You mused, "Maybe climb the ceiling and wait for you to look up?

"Then you would be breathing a little too loud, which will cause me to look up," He teased and shook his head, "Just admit it, you wouldn't be able to sneak up on me."

You sighed quietly, your hands left his ears and intertwined with his hands, as if they had always belonged there without protest or complaint,like it was the most mudane and natural thing in the world. You kissed your intertwined knuckles, then you kissed the side of Valko's lips.

"You missed," Valko remarked with a smirk on his face. Freeing his hand, he gently cups your face and your lips met his. Most days, Valko's kisses were wild and careless, but tonight was the complete opposite— gentle and soft, as if your lips were made out of the softest night clouds and he can only dream of what it was like meeting your lips. You couldn't help but wish for more. He pulled away moments later, his cheeks flushed with red just like yours,

"There. Much better." Valko said. You only nodded and together fell back into a peaceful silence, your eyes followed the moon and stars while Valko kept you close and only looked at you like you were the most important star and were the very same person that hung every single one.

"Valko, honey?" Your voice broke the silence. Valko tilted his head, "Yeah?"

"Can you kiss me again? Like the way you did it a while ago."

Valko nodded and kissed you again, with the same love and reverence he had for you since the day he met you. When he pulled away, you asked another question,

"Can…can we stay here a little longer?"

"As long as you want you to."

You groan softly, tossing to the other side of the bed as you curl into a small ball. You feel your period cramps stab your already beaten up uterus, treating the poor organ like a test dummy that's being use to test airbags in cars. Your backs hurt, your stomach hurts, heck, if someone asks you to rate it from one to ten, you would a ten, perhaps even more.

For a moment, you flip back to your original position, facing your sleeping boyfriend, Valko. The cute shell-shaped lamp emits a light that softens his sharp features. His wolf ears down and his hand reaching out to the spot you were in minutes ago.

"Valko…" You call out softly, "my cramps hurt."

Valko's wolf ears perk up almost immediately. His rubs his eyes open and tucks your hair behind your ear, "Yeah?" He says groggily, "Is there anything you need?"

"I was wondering if you can make that hot chocolate recipe you were raving about," You answer and snuggle closer, "The one your cousin's husband makes."

"Which cousin's husband?" Valko teases, but already knows which one you are referring to, "The one we went to last week? When one of my nieces had a piano recital?" He gets up and carries you in his arms, making sure you're comfortable.

You hum and nuzzle against his chest, "Yeah, him. I saw that he gave you what he used to make them, what were they called again?" You mutter as he carries you out of the shared room and into the kitchen.

"Starts with T something…" You say, feeling Valko set you down gently on one of the chairs while he makes his way to the kitchen stove.

"You mean Tablea?" Valko answers, "That''s what we drank when we visited, babe."

You nod, "Yes that."

Valko grunts and opens the kitchen cabinet, grabbing a small pot, the tablea he got, and a wooden baton. You got up and stand beside him, your curiosity pique. "What is that?" You point to the baton.

"According to my cousin's husband, its called a batirol. Its use to froth the drink later," Valko answers, "But using a handheld electric whisk would do too, but he says this one makes better tsokolate, and if anything, I know you want this more."

You laugh. Valko kisses your forehead before turning on the stove and adding water to boil in the pot, using his own measurements just like almost everyone in his family. You lean against his shoulder, the comforting kicthen light with the aid of the moonlight provided a sense of tranquility as a comfortable silence beings to envelope you both. While you wait for the water to boil, you and Valko hold each other's hand or embrace, gently swinging from side to side as you both exchange sweet nothings that mean everything to the other.

"Pass me the tablea, love." Valko asks and you pass the roll to him.

"How much do you think we should add?" He asks.

"Maybe 4? 5?" You offer. Valko opens it and adds 4 tablets into the boiling pot. You look over to see the tablea dissolving into the water, your nose gets hit with the familiar smell of rich and pure chocolate. You take a whiff and sigh happily, glancing at Valko. "It smells really good." You comment, making him smile. You both left the tablea and water alone until it fully dissolved and starts to boil. Valko lowers the heat.

"Babe, pass me the batirol."

You nod again and hand him the batirol. He kisses you twice, thanking you. Placing it between his palms, he begins to rub vigoursly, causing a small mess. You and Valko laugh, "I'll clean that up later." He assures you before continuining. The swooshes and whooshes from the mixture, combined with the intensifying smell of chocolate seem to make Valko's tail and wolf ears appear. His tail sways from left to right rapidly. "I wanna try, you know, using the thing." You perk up, making Valko smile. He steps aside and lets go of the batirol. You place the batirol between your palms and begin to rub, starting slowly at first before picking up the pace. Valko looks on proudly, as if you were creating the world from your hands rather than just frothing the drink up.

"You're getting the hang out it, huh?" Valko smiles and grabs two mugs, the cute flower shaped ones you ordered online. "Can you give it a taste test? Check if its too sweet or not, and we'll add some sweetner."

Taking a spoon, you taste the chocolate goodness, your throat awakens with its soft warmth. "Needs a bit of sweetener. Something like milk or sugar would do."

Valko nods and grabs sugar from one of the cupboards. Following what Valko did, you added till you can hear yourself scream enough, and resumed stirring. When you take a second sip with your spoon, the bitterness seem to ease, blending in with the sweetness of the sugar and the richness of the chocolate well. Its comforting taste making your cramps go away even just for a moment. You turn the stove off and pour the warm tsokolate into each of the cups, making sure there is some extra remaining in the pot , just in case you or Valko want a second cup.

"Here try it," You offer the light green flower-shaped cup to him while you claim the pink one for yourself. Valko kisses you again before taking a sip from his cup. His tail swings more excitedly as his wolf ears perk up. "How is it?"

"Better than his," Valko laughs and takes a second sip, "But don't tell him."

You take a sip of yours and smile back at him, "Yeah, it tastes good. I think I can have these forever."

"Then we'll continue making it, forever and ever."

girl dad zayne this, boy dad zayne that, but listen here. hes a father to two lovely and sweet children-- met Aspen and Aurora!

Aspen is named after the Aspen tree and Aurora was named after the aurora borealis

Quiet big brother and bubbly baby sister

They both LOVE sweets! Like papa zayne

They also got all of their vaccines done (thanks to papa, very responsible)

Currently, Aspen is 4 years old and Aurora will be turning 1 years old. Apperance wise, they are exactly Zayne replicas: the same black hair and hazel eyes. In spite that, Aspen inherited your smile (that Zayne fell in love with) and Aurora got your expressive facial expressions (also what zayne loves)

For aspen, he loves being read to. Zayne and you have read him various thing since he was inside the womb, but he loved Zayne's voice more. If he couldn't give his son a bedtime story, he records him reading and asks either you or a nanny to play it to help him sleep.

Even if he is an exact clone of his father, he loves carrots! He'd eat his father's carrots if Zayne asks him to eat (or he'd sneak up on his father's place and eat all the yummy carrots)

Aspen loves to play board games with his father. He loves playing chess the most

Aspen is friends with Rafayel’s eldest daughter. They made their baby sisters friends too.

Loves to help his mother bake in the kicthen (if he doesn't eat them before serving the food)

Aspen is a gentleman through and through. All the moms in his kindergarten love him, all the kids love him

He loves talk about his baby sister the most. He constantly fusses about her and asked his papa to teach him first aid at the tender age of 4

Meanwhile, Aurora is bright and active, a little hurricane- a little sunshine hurricane, to be exact. She's running around, causing trouble (the main reason why Zayne has been getting grey hairs). She also talks or at least, tries to talk very cutely.

She is Zayne’s little princess through and through. Very well-loved by her parents and big brother the most.

Aurora is friends with all the younger kids too (Sylus' youngest, Xavier's middle child, Rafayel's youngest, and Caleb's youngest). A little social butterfly.

Aurora feels safe in her brother's arms.

When they are a bit older, they go to the hospital, they like to play with the children in the pedia ward (they try their best to be very careful, especially Aurora).

If Aspen is the quiet and observant big brother, then Aurora is the active and sporty younger sister, she plays various sports (which you all try to watch).

As much as they are well-loved, they sometimes feels the pressure of being Zayne's children. They are the children of the well known Doctor Zayne, afterall. But Zayne tries his best to be a good father— shows up for Aurora's games, reads and helps Aspen with his homework, visits cafés and pastries together as a family to try new things (much to your worry for their blood sugars )

At the end of the day, they are well-loved and taken care of. They are their little sweethearts, afterall.

He doesn't answer immediately but rather gets up and approaches you, his height and build looming over you as he cups your cheeks. You smile back at him, leaning against his calloused palms with a content sigh.

“You look beautiful, ” His voice, deep and sweet— a contrast to his cold and arrogant tone when he conducts business. The side only you saw and a side he indulges in when he's with you, “Absolutely beautiful.”

He lowers himself down, kneeling down as he kisses your lips. You cup his cheeks, pressing him closer to you until you both broke away from it.

You glance back at the mirror, checking your makeup. Everything remains in place, except for one.

Your lipstick.

You looked to Sylus and laugh. Your lipstick transferred to his lips, leaving a visible color and presence that you were there. He laughs, grabbing your lipstick as he brings it close to you.

“Let me.” He says gently, bringing it to your lips now and letting color grace it once more.

“Sy, I can do —” You try to say, but he shushes you.

“I know, but let me do it.” He says again, his voice gentle yet with conviction for you to listen and sit still while he finished the job. He closes the lipstick minutes later, a proud smile on his face as you both looked into the mirror together.

“Beloved,” He whispers with utmost love in his voice. He kisses the side of your head.

“My beloved. ”

Bonus scene:

What shade even is this, sweetie?” Sylus asks, inspecting the lipstick like he held a protocore and was ready to sign a deal.

“Skinny dipping.” You answer.

He laughs, grinning at you.