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-Chapter♛♚EightyThree-

✧HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LITTLE GODDESS✧

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The morning of her birthday, Alphard had a strict plan to follow. And that had started with not only waking her up in the most pleasant of ways—After having such a wonderful night in celebrating in the wee hours of the morning.

But Rhea hadn't been expecting a continuation, and upon spotting Alphard between her legs and holding them apart was a vicious way to start the day.

Not to mention how he offered to start the bath in the moments following her breathless relief.

In that she had reached out to her husband and settled a kiss on his lips and caressed him. "You've plotted well, Atlas. But once my mind unfogs itself—"

"I have made it my mission to settle any pouts and frowns in my own, love. Best keep up appearances, otherwise our guests tonight might be introduced to a much more interesting showing than—" Her eyes flared wide as she clamped her hands over her ears. "Alphard!"

He had taken his escape towards the bathroom and prepared an array of oils and flowers. Yes, it was safe to say that Alphard had studied up on the dozen of Witch Weekly self treatments and thus, he was introduced to the pampering that Rhea and those of her age would be more comfortable in.

Though the Spa that Narcissa had recommended was entirely universal.

Upon peering into the bathroom, Rhea could barely hold the silken robe over her shoulders as she gazed down at her husband. Who was still taking a knee beside the tub.

"Ah, and what is after this bath, lovely husband of mine?"

"Believe me, little goddess, it's strictly Atlas tonight." She snorted and shook her head. Arms crossed to keep the better part of the robe stable. But the idea of warm water on an cold early morning such as this, and so came forward and held his cheeks into her hands. "Thank you." She whispered, and instantly his head had came straight to rest against her stomach.

"And this time next year...Perhaps we will be well on our way to add to our family, hm?" Rhea didn't hesitate to laugh, though he knew deep down that it excited her.

To no longer use the monthly tonic, to worry about her health once a month to stop it.

"Well on our way? Now who's impatient?"

"Perhaps adding another year to your age has given me a bit of leeway, forgive me. I'm a sensible man, but also an eager one."

"You're right, I suppose twenty is an eventful year for a witch or wizard."

"And that is why I wanted you to enjoy it. Otherwise, your adventurous suggestions of adding another person into bed would be left unanswered." She shook her head, attempting to pull away from her husband's hold and only to be gripped tighter.

"It might remain unanswered the way you keep teasing me of it." She hissed down and he chuckled. "You know, most of the higher-ups like myself adore the privacy—Organizations favor it as well, meaning the witches that may or may not end up in our bed could be asked to take a potion." Rhea blinked for a moment and frowned.

"A forgetting potion? Are you serious?"
"It's quite common. You aren't the only witch with exotic fantasies." Rhea blinked for a moment and then turned to the bath. "I just—I'm not sure how it would play through, Alphard."

"I can certainly paint you a picture, my mind is vivid with that type of fantasy. But I have to ask, are we adding a witch or wizard?"

"Witch. Definitely a witch." He nodded, rising to his feet and removing her robe before allowing his hands to trice the better part of her profile. "A witch...Now is this witch you then?" He questioned, and Rhea's eyes had been so transfixed on her husband that she nodded.