wolf!suho drabble #1
You stirred the pot of thick broth thoroughly, eyes trained on the contents of meat and vegetables being simmered slowly as you stood at the stove with a hand supporting your back. Your eyes glanced up for a moment, staring out the kitchen window at the lush scenery of greenwood and pine trees as the sun began to fall. Your loneliness was short lived when you felt fingers creeping along your waist, firm hands coming to support your body in replacement of your own hand.
“Smells amazing.” Junmyeon's voice vibrates in your ear, his chin resting upon your shoulder gently as to not put too much pressure.
You breathed deeply through your nose, leaning back slightly as you kept your eyes downward. “It’ll be ready soon.”
“I’m talking about you.”
You chuckled with a roll of your eyes. “And you smell like outside. Go wash up.”
You heard his fake gasp from behind, his voice feigning hurt as he challenged you back. “Are you sending your poor husband away? I’ve been whipping wolves into shape all day you think I can’t take you on?”
You set the wooden spoon against the counter as you turned in his hold, your expression matching his of fake shock. “You’re threatening me in the condition I'm in?”
He spurted out a laugh, throwing his head back with laughter as you pushed at him to go sit down at the table. You took the now cooled down mug of tea you left earlier, letting the liquid slide down your throat as you hummed in appreciation. Your eyes glanced over at your wolf husband who now replaced you at the stove to tend to tonight’s dinner.
“Have you thought of any names yet?”
You asked the question with curiosity, remembering the many times the both of you pondered over the many suggestions. He looked back, brown orbs blinking at you with furrowed eyebrows.
“Just the ones I’ve mentioned before.” You pressed your lips into a line as you breathed in deeply through your nose. “I was hoping you had new ones.”
“We still have plenty of time to think of some, you're not that far along.”
You pouted, continuing to drink the green tea. “It feels like I am.”
“You even look like you are.”
“Hey!” You shouted, a look of hurt on your face as you watched Junmyeon turn to you with a playful smile, his tongue caught between his teeth. He turned the stove off with a sound of a click to cut off the fire before he was returning to your side to bend down in front of where you were sitting.
“I think of names every night, love. But I want you to have the first name.” You stared at him with a raised brow, sipping on your tea as you watched the corner of his lips turn up into a knowing smirk.
“Because who said we’re only going to have one?”
He raised up and signaled he was off to take a shower, leaving you alone as you pondered over what he said. You made a noise of acknowledgement, stifling a laugh as you leaned back in the chair understanding the implement as your hands rubbed over your enlarged stomach with care and love.
