If you were not so stubborn, you would make a great queen. I would make a great queen because I am so stubborn. Ah! See, you admit it! If that’s what I wanted.
Sebastian shook his head as he listened. He hated this learning new words bullshit. But it wasn’t like he had much choice; and since he was one of few his owner had who could turn invisible, the hellhound could do little but try and force the words into his memory. He paused as he heard the door to his chamber open, looking up from the decently comfortable bed to see the girl from the fight – the other hellhound that their owners had decided to let them be mates. “Miss mate.” he said with a little smirk, setting the book to the side to watch her.
“Yes, please,” he answered in a slightly pained voice. “My body’s already objecting to the fact I haven’t eaten much lately so… food would be good right now.” He sat up a bit ad kissed Tony’s cheek before the other brought him a plate of food. He tried not to eat too fast, because that would only make things worse in the long run.
Tony made himself a plate and moved to sit across from Steve so he could watch his husband. “Just take your time. The next few days might be rough while you get used to having your normal intake again. Everything will be okay” he assured. “How are your wounds? Do they still hurt?”
“How are you feeling, Toni?” Steve asked his wife, looking up from his book where he was perched next to her on their bed. One hand reached to run through her hair. “Morning sickness over for now?”