Married to the Devil

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It had been a busy day for Pooh. Pavel, having finished cleaning the kitchen, turned off the lights and called out for Pooh, but received no response. Concerned, Pavel quietly made his way to the living room, his steps careful and silent.

The TV was on with the volume set low, a thoughtful gesture by Pooh, who knew how sensitive Pavel had become to loud sounds after his pregnancy. As Pavel entered the room, he saw Pooh sleeping on the couch, a book resting on his chest.

Smiling softly, Pavel approached Pooh and gently took the book from his hands. He then wrapped a tiny blanket around Pooh's body, making sure he was comfortable and turned off the TV.

Curious, Pavel glanced at the book Pooh had been reading. The title brought tears to his eyes: "Guide to Be the Best Dad to Your Child." Pavel was deeply touched, his heart swelling with love and gratitude.

Carefully, Pavel placed the book on the coffee table and sat down beside Pooh, taking a moment to watch him sleep. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from Pooh's forehead, his eyes shimmering with emotion.

"You're going to be the best dad, Pooh," Pavel whispered, his voice barely audible.

As Pavel sat there, watching over his sleeping husband, he felt an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment. They had come so far and endured so much, but in moments like this, surrounded by love and quiet gestures of care, Pavel knew they were building a beautiful future together.

Gently, he leaned down and kissed Pooh's forehead. "I love you," he murmured, feeling a sense of warmth and security that promised brighter days ahead for their growing family.

As he felt the weight of a gaze upon him, Pooh slowly opened his eyes .Pavel's eyes were warm, watching over him with a mix of tenderness and fatigue. Pooh's lips curled into a gentle smile as he reached up, caressing Pavel's face with a touch full of affection.

Without a word, Pooh slid his hands down to Pavel's legs, his fingers finding the tense muscles and starting to knead them gently. Pavel, surprised, asked, "What are you doing?"

Pooh's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with love and mischief. "Since my baby mama is tired from carrying our little devil all day, let me just massage your legs," he replied softly. His hands moved with care and devotion, each stroke a silent promise of love and support. 

The room filled with a serene silence, broken only by the quiet sounds of their breathing and the occasional sigh of relief from Pavel, as Pooh continued to ease away the weariness from his beloved's legs.

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