Tumia

Bonus

Leaving soft kisses along my neck, I smiled waking up to Vorian. He held his hands tightly around my waist as he lay peaceful in our bed.

"Good morning," he whispered, kissing down my chest as his hands carefully rubbed my back.

"Good morning," I whispered back, laughing at his actions.

Vorian began to move closer to wrap his arms around me, but I stopped him as I pulled our seven-month-old closer to my chest.

"Elia is still sleeping," I joked as he rolled his eyes.

"He's been taking up all my time with you," Vorian pouted, dramatically crossing his arms.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Oh, come on, don't be so jealous of a baby."

"He drools on you way more than I do," Vorian grumbled, poking Elia's chubby cheek.

I raised an eyebrow. "Are you seriously competing with a baby?"

"Maybe," he said, trying to look serious but failing miserably as a grin broke out.

I kissed his cheek. "Don't worry, you'll always be my number one drooler."

Vorian chuckled, then leaned in close. "Can we at least negotiate for a cuddle before he wakes up and starts his baby dictatorship?"

I pretended to think. "Hmm, I suppose a quick cuddle wouldn't hurt. But no funny business, Vorian."

He gave an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Alright alright. I shall cherish these precious moments."

As we snuggled closer, Eli let out a tiny snore. Vorian looked at him and then back at me. "You know, he really is cute when he's not stealing you away."

I laughed. "Yes, he is."

"He looks like my father, though," I smiled as Vorian lightly touched Eli's chubby cheeks. Elia's birth had been nothing short of dramatic; there were many complications with my pregnancy. When he was born, we thought he would be stillborn because he wasn't crying and had this horrific grey color.

"He looks like me," Vorian grumbled as I smiled, pushing Elia up so he could rest between the both of us.

"I think all of the boys look like you," I replied, and he nodded with a smirk. "But they have my wit and charm."

"Oh, really?" Vorian raised an eyebrow. "You mean the same wit that always found herself in danger in the jungle?"

"Exactly," I teased.

Vorian laughed, shaking his head. "Well, I'm glad they inherited something from you because my families genes are stronger."

I rolled my eyes as it was impossible to argue with that. The boys expect Loran seemed to have taken rarely any of my human traits and were spitting imagines of their father.

"I want another," Vorian whispered softly, touching Eli's baby hair. I stared at him in disbelief as Elia was barely a year old yet, his tiny fingers just beginning to grasp the world around him. His innocent coos and the soft rhythm of her breathing filled the quiet room, a testament to his newness in our lives.

"Another?" I echoed, my voice tinged with a mix of surprise and confusion. "Vorian, Eli is still so young. We're just getting the hang of this."

Vorian's eyes held a tenderness that both melted and unsettled me. "I know," he replied, his gaze never leaving our son's peaceful face

Just then, the door creaked open, and our two older boys, Uhroh and Loran, peeked in. "Is Elia awake yet?" Loran asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Not yet," I said, patting the bed. "But you two can come join us."