Hideaway Strath Quiet when I'm coming home

Her fiery eyes are soft and he can’t look away from them. He can see the emotion swelling within them and he can’t help but smile. Especially as she nips gently at his chin and embraces him. Comfortably tucking her head beneath his own, she is comforting his fears. Even though it’s just as hard for her as it is him, possibly even harder.

As long as you promise the same to me. She says. It has his chuckling against her, his barrel chest rumbling as his laugh reverberates through him. “Of course, darling. I don’t want it any other way.” Though he had laughed just before sayin it, his words are horribly serious.

Then a deep sigh is pulled from his heavy lungs. He pulls back to look at her. “I was wondering about something. Something I need help getting used to again. Something I think could work with you, but no one else.” He pauses his cryptic speech. “Something I don't want from anyone else but you.” He hums lowly. 

Briefly looking away, he licks his lips almost nervously before meeting her eyes once more. “Pups.” He practically whispers. Immediately going silent to gauge whether or not it was a good idea to bring up with her. 

Since his first mishap with Sasha he’s hated the idea of having pups. Truly he wouldn’t want them, would even kill them if they were unwanted. Yet, something about Simmik pulls him in. He wants her to be his everything. He wants her to be the mother of his pups because he knows she’ll be so, so much better than his whore of an ex-wife.