#firstdarkangel2001

[demonic-radio-host]

@firstdarkangel2001

Though he was loath to admit it to anyone, least of all himself, Alastor had been concerned about Dark as of late. Neither of them had given whatever their relationship was now a label, but they had shared a bed more than once, and Alastor had found himself feeling protective - and perhaps even a little possessive - of her.

"Dark, my dear, is everything alright? You look ... unwell?"

[demonic-radio-host]

@firstdarkangel2001

"Dark, my dearest doe, you should be resting, not putting up party decorations."

Alastor had just returned to the hotel after an overlord meeting, which he hoped would be the last before the baby was due. He hadn't expected to walk in and find the mother of his child putting up decorations for the baby shower Charlie had insisted on throwing for them.

"The others are more than capable of doing this, you have enough work to do keeping our our fawn safe and sound for a little longer."

He gently but firmly guided his very pregnant lover to one of the more comfortable chairs in the hotel lobby.