he tends to not bother her when she reads but things have changed drastically in the last three months. tulin strives to check on his pregnant wife regardless of what she does, unless she is asleep or her comfort has already been taken care of. it's like a clock ticking in his head how the minutes pass and he never fails to ask how gwendolyn fares.
the ex-crow makes his steps audible, announcing him, as he invades the tranquility of gwen's reading corner. she's huddled in pillows and fully focused on her current read, the title of which is illegible to him. she knows his habits all too well now and makes the effort to put the book down. tulin smiles when their eyes meet.
"do you need anything, mi vida?" he chirps, watching gwen untuck her feet from under her and pat the book in her lap. she puts on her thinking face, then her hand falls to her round belly. he deduces it's a craving she is trying to place, but doesn't move until she extends her other arm toward — wanting him closer.
tulin feels warm all over as he leans down, a hand on each side of her. gwen throws her arms around his shoulders now but he is quick to notice the guilty shape of her lips. " mmm, darling, do you remember the chocolates you brought me last month? the box painted with sparrows and flowers — orlesian if i recall correctly? "
it doesn't take him long to pinpoint exactly what gwen refers to, because they were claimed to be a rare and expensive import that naturally she loved. "of course. i should've bought more." they probably wouldn't have lasted much longer. tulin gives her thigh a squeeze but gwen refuses to let him off until she kisses him. she pulls him in and her lips apologize for the trouble her cravings put him through.
he thinks of it differently. it's no bother at all — it's the least he is able to do — to pamper her. tulin lingers there, kissing her back like he always does, with no cool notes. gwen caresses his shoulders before letting him straighten up.
"i'll try to not be long, mami." he promises softly, now his palm caressing her baby bump. as stupid as it is, he's missed gwen while she read and now it's tearing his heart to leave.
" very good, " gwen affirms, putting her hand over his. " but for you she might start stirring. " her lilac eyes are warm and her smile widens. tulin sighs knowingly. "maybe later."
nearly two hours later, he is glad to see gwen in the spot he's left her. he finds it hard to believe she hasn't gotten up, but at least he doesn't find her in the middle of something it's better she not do. however, he doesn't like how long it took him to come back. the chocolate was much harder to find this time around and it required him to almost throw a punch, but none of that is on tulin's face as he rushes holding the painted box.
he adores the way she lights up — how her lips curl with one of the biggest smiles. he drops right next to her and opens the box to reveal the selection of fine chocolates and pralines. "here you go, alma." and while gwen struggles to pick which she'll eat first, tulin cuddles into her ear, kisses it, and takes the chance to fill his senses with the scent of her shampoo. he looks back down when she starts chewing and humming.
"enough to make my girls happy?" he wonders with a chuckle. gwen nods and shifts to bring a dark bonbon to his mouth. he accepts this incomparable to her satisfaction but still sweet award. when she kisses him after, she tastes of chocolate and fulfillment. exactly how he likes it.
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