“you,” sylus growls, eyes on the one true treasure in his life.
taken away so greedily by his other two most prized possessions and that foolish association you pledge your service to so willingly.
you blink up at him over the tip of your book. the twins have gone down for the night and you have been basking in the rare silence life permits you in these moments. “me?”
it’s no secret that sylus turns single-minded when it comes to you— especially now that he has been deprived, cast aside and basically forgotten (not truly, but it feels just as bad).
so he prowls across the bed to get to you, nudges aside the novel, whose plot had just begun to peak, to rest his face across your stomach.
“sylus!” your shirt rides up to your middle, and you laugh, tickled as his nose carves shapes into your skin. “tickiw!”
his actions halt to make way for the look he gives you. pure amusement and slight surprise dance in his gaze. “tickiw?”
your ears burn a bright color which he loves so much he has to hold himself back from biting them. this has become the evidence that you have been spending too much time with the kids instead of him.
“what are you, two?” he grins, fangs glimmering as he teases you.
“shut up!” you grunt. however handsome he can be, it cannot save how very annoying he can be. you grab hold of the hair that falls over his brows and yank.
the house has never known such a sweet harmony as your melodious laughter, intertwining together just as your fingers held over your hearts.
soon, you’ll wake your sons, and your moment of peace will be over.
but what a gift it is to have them, no matter how little and silly they turn out to be.
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