Eyes of Fire

⛓Family Dinner⛓

*WARNING: Mature content ahead, proceed at own risk*
[Contains: Size Difference, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Biting]

  "Gods, you know this is your child with how grumpy it is even before birth." I grumbled while leaning over a bucket. It was seemingly another day of difficulties keeping anything I ate from coming back up.

  "I already have some broth being made." Ivar scoffed while rubbing my back. "They said it'll be done soon."

  "Can they at least put something in it so it's not so bland?" I looked up at Ivar, and he brushed some of my hair behind my ear.

  "I already told them of your complaints."

  "But will they listen?"

  "They will if they know what's good for them." Ivar raised his eyebrows before wiping my face with a cloth.

  "Don't treat me like a child." I swatted his hand away.

  "No, I'm treating you like my wife who does not feel well. Now, stay still." He wiped the rest of the sweat and vomit from my face as I grumbled. "Oh, you poor thing." His tone was mocking in response to my behavior.

  "Would it be too cruel to call our child 'little arsehole' until we pick a name?"

  "I assume to honor the father?" Ivar rinsed the cloth off in a bowl of water before wringing it out.

  "Of course." We both laughed.

  "Excuse me, King Ivar?" A voice came from the doorway, and we looked to see someone holding a bowl. "The broth is ready." Ivar grabbed his crutch as he stood to retrieve it.

  "Thank you. That'll be all." He nodded to the woman, and she left. "Well, it smells better than last time." Ivar returned to sit by my side again and handed me the bowl.

  Holding it in my hands, I felt the warmth seep into my fingers. The broth did indeed smell better as the heat rose up to brush against my face. A sense of relief washed over me while I simply enjoyed the scent and warmth of the broth.

  I was still only a few months along, but this child growing within was so temperamental in what they allowed me to do. Some days I was fine, others I was hunched over a bucket like now. But Ivar made it easier.

  He was by my side as much as possible, seeing to my every need and desire. It was sweet but also suffocating at times when he fell into coddling me as if I was incapable of doing anything. But it was also reassuring to know he would be there if I needed him.

  There was no doubt in my mind that our child would also be loved and doted on by Ivar.

  Bringing the bowl to my lips, I blew on it before taking a drink of the broth. The comforting taste washed over my tongue, the warmth traveling down my throat to my stomach.

  "How is it?"

  "Just what I needed." I sighed while leaning against his side.

  "Good. Now let's hope you can keep it down." Ivar's hand rested on my thigh as his thumb slowly caressed.

  "Thank you, Ivar."

  "I didn't make it."

  "No, for everything else. You're a wonderful husband." I placed my hand over his and brushed my fingers over his knuckles. "And these past few months have really shown you'll be an amazing father as well."

  "Do you truly believe that?"

  "Of course, I do." I took another sip of broth. "You were wiping vomit from my face just a moment ago. If that doesn't have meaning, I don't know what does." Ivar chuckled. "I'm serious. You make me feel blessed. I truly am glad you are who I'm going through this with."