Warnings: pregnancy, how spoiled can the reader be
My thought process for the baby's nickname: Sylus > Dragon > Dragons lay eggs > Omelette
"My dragon..." your raspy, groggy called out from under the sheets. Sylus paused, turning his head to your shared bed.
Although he was slowly fixing his sleep schedule in order to lay with you regularly, tonight he was pulled away to attend to business and you fell asleep with the other half of the bed empty and cold. He had only stepped into your shared bedroom to use the en suite bathroom when—
Walking to the side of your bed, his fingers brushed the sliver of skin that slipped above the covers. Bending over until you could feel the rumble of his voice on the shell of your ear, he said, "Did I wake you?"
"It's our little omelette..." you grumbled, pushing aside the covers, revealing your exhausted eyes and messy hair from tossing and turning. "She keeps on moving around..."
Your husband was a giant, so did you really think that he would be giving you anything but big, heavy babies? Even in your pile of different maternity pillows and your custom-made mattress, it did little to help when your daughter was kicking around inside and pressing on your organs.
"Do you need help going to the bathroom?" Whenever your daughter was fussy like this, it was common that she would soon press down on your bladder. Or perhaps, he should pull your rocking chair closer?
"No..." Throwing up your biggest puppy-dog eyes, even though it was nearly three in the morning, you asked, "Sy...can you order malatang for me? Our little omelette demands it."
An amused huff escaped his lips. Oh, it was another one of those nights.
Being the night owl that he was, the second you told him the news, he was already chomping at the bit to serve you any crazy concoction you wanted at all dead hours of the night. More proof he was your perfect partner. Who else would be better at getting you pickles and peanut butter at 3 A.M.?
"If you want something from me, you should just take it," he muttered. Turning on the bedside lamp so you didn't strain your eyes, he grabbed your phone on the nightstand and passed it to you. It already had his credit card preloaded, of course. "Here. Order and go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when the delivery—"
"Nooooo....!" you whined pitifully, rolling away as much as you could with a giant belly and flailing in your California King bed. Sylus thought you looked too much like a cat jerking around to catch a toy at the end of a stick.
When you ordered malatang for delivery, they always did a set weight of each item. If you ordered noodles over the ordering app, they would add too much, and it would get mushy and bloated fast. If you asked for potatoes, too much, and it would get your broth all starchy. And for some reason, they never took you seriously when you asked for it to be extra, extra spicy. Your daughter was going to be fire-breathing, I'm telling you!
"Sylus..." you begged. "Only you know how I like it... Can you go out and get it?"
The big, bad leader of Onychinus was currently on call for a business deal that would cost millions of diamonds, and you wanted to pull him away so he could rush to the malatang restaurant and make you your bowl exactly how you wanted it?
Well, it was a good thing everyone in his inner circle knew who the real leader was.
He pretended to look contemplative, leaning down even closer until his chin nearly rested on the bed.
"Hm..." His red eyes flashed in amusement toward you and that stupid smirk appeared on his face again. "What do we say?"
"I'm hungry," you deadpanned. Was he seriously going to do this to you right now?
You were constantly hungry in the middle of the night because of the little demon he put in your stomach.
"Your husband is about to face the cold night alone, to feed his beautiful wife, and you won't give him any affection?"
You exhaled irritably. God, he was so annoying!!
"I love you," you said sweetly.
Looking like the cat that caught the canary, he stood up straight, but not before he patted your hair. "Omelette," he said to your stomach. "Stop bothering your mom and get some rest. You'll feel better after I come back soon with your food." Oh, what a provider your dragon was, giving you fresh and hot malatang at your beck and call.
"And, Sy?" you asked before he left the room. "After your morning workout later, can you go to the deli and get me a focaccia sandwich with tomatoes, pesto, and burrata?"
"Are you sure you don't want to wake up in the morning and let me know then, in case you change your mind?" Sylus had been through this before.
"I'm definitely sure!" You shook your head. "I know for sure that I'll want my focaccia sandwich in the morning!"
Oh, it was a good thing you were so cute.
"Alright." A soft smile appeared on his lips. Who was he to argue? Whatever you wanted, you got it. And whatever your little egg wanted inside your belly, he knew he was already going to to wait on her hand and foot as well.
"And remember to get the pasteurized burrata!" you called out once more as he was walking away. "For our omelette!"
"Go back to sleep, kitten," he repeated after he closed the door behind him. "Everything you want will be here when you wake up."
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