Word Count → 438 :: Sorry for the wait on this. Last two weeks = SHIT. Here's the necklace
With your face buried in the pillow!
Orin seemed less than excited to get out of bed, and he could understand that, because it had been many days where the pups were just loud, and out of control. Paz and Amon were not such active puppies like Vlad, Misha, and Svet were. The three Takekuro/Russo children were little balls of fire, and they always loved to stay up late, and sleep the morning away. The first to wake was Vlad, the little pure white pup that matched his mother's fur oh so delightfully. Mars' bright blue eyes turned to Vlad and then they returned to the woman he loved, and she bumped her muzzle against his own and then spoke to him of how they should be weaned. He nodded his head. Yeah I can tell. They are starting to bother you with all of that nipping, eh? asked the male with a smile and a chuckle as he returned his eyes to the puppies as they stirred in the bed. He watched the interaction between mother and son, before the boy went to play with Misha. They started to wrestle on the bed, and Mars' attention was drawn from them to Orin once more.
He returned the affection he was given by giving the woman a lick on the muzzle as she pulled away from him. He couldn't help but grow nervous suddenly though because he had something to ask of the woman. He rolled over in the bed for a moment and reached to the end table that was next to the bed, and he opened the drawer, where there was a lonely necklace he'd had for some time, yet he never wore it, nor had he given it to anyone. Mars grabbed the chain of the necklace, and he lifted it from the drawer and he closed it quickly and then he rolled back over and looked at Orin, straight in the eyes, his own blue ones holding a nervous glare to them, if only because he had never done this before, and for some reason, he was still scared that the woman would not want to be with him, even though she left her back, and had their children here for him and herself. Mars' heart quickened it's pace as he held the necklace out to her. I've been wanting to ask this for a long time, Orin... he spoke to her, looking down at the necklace for just a moment before looking back up at her.
Will you be my mate? Forever, and ever? he asked, his eyes nervous, excited, and hopeful above all.
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