WORD COUNT→422 — Sorry for the wait! Also, I am full of fail! I only just realized that he isn't wearing clothes. >.> I need to read better or something.
The weight of her lover's arms around her comforted the worried mother as she allowed herself a moment's peace; Jazper had, despite their initial inability to really communicate, always left a sense of ease in the mind of the chocolate-mixed woman. He was her knight, her upstanding pillar of society who watched ever so carefully over the family they had created. Yes, it had been entirely accidental, but she had no regrets when it came to her children; the wounds of her past were healed by the presence of the pups she could claim as her own, with the help of the dark male she embraced. Despite the concern she felt for Sophia in that moment, she allowed a smile to form on her black-lined lips, blue eyes finding the glittering gold hue of her mate's. His teasing was received with a good-natured laugh and a gentle nuzzle to his broad chest — their difference in height made it impossible for the woman to show her affection any other way.
She didn't look past him when he moved away from the doorway, remaining fixed on him until he spoke again. For some reason, he thought their bedroom held a key to cheering up the Marino woman; well, that couldn't be true, as she'd cleaned it earlier in the day. Despite her belief that there was nothing special hiding in their room — nothing except for her gift for her handsome lover — she was left in shock as she turned her gaze into the shared room. It was clear that Jazper had done a lot to spruce up the area, having moved furniture about and setting a romantic air. One hand rose to cover her muzzle, hiding the gaped mouth as she tried to take in the entire sight. Slowly, she entered the room. "Oh, il mio amore. Questo è bello." The Italian flowed from her lips easily, being her native tongue, as she hovered over her place at the table.
Unwilling to sit until Jazper was ready, she glanced over her shoulder, the gentle smile turning into her customary teasing grin. "You did this all by yourself, Jazper? This is very sweet; are you expecting to have some fun when we're finished with our meal?" There was no accusation in her voice; instead, the words were laced with sheer amusement. As grounded as she was when it came to their growing kids, Ghita remained a wild woman at heart and enjoyed spontaneity over carefully planned excursions.
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