Love in Politics ( PoohPavel)

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Pavel woke up to the sound of rain, the gentle patter against the window creating a soothing rhythm. He rubbed his eyes, reaching for his iPhone to check the time....it was just 3 AM. He looked down at the weight on his body and saw Pooh snuggling against his chest, breathing softly, almost hugging him tightly.

A fond smile crept across Pavel's face as he watched Pooh sleep so peacefully. He felt a wave of warmth and affection wash over him. Carefully, he placed a soft kiss on Pooh's forehead, trying not to disturb his slumber.

Pooh stirred slightly but didn't wake up, nestling even closer to Pavel. The comfort and security of their embrace felt perfect, and Pavel's heart swelled with love for him.

Pavel gently stroked Pooh's hair, thinking about everything they'd been through together—the challenges, the joys, the unexpected turns their lives had taken. Despite the turmoil and the complications, moments like this made it all worthwhile.

The rain continued to fall outside, a calming backdrop to their quiet intimacy. Pavel took a deep breath, feeling content and at peace. He knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

He closed his eyes, listening to the soothing sound of the rain and the steady rhythm of Pooh's breathing. Gradually, sleep began to claim him once more, and he drifted back into a restful slumber, holding Pooh close.

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Pavel woke up sharply at 6 AM to the sound of his alarm, but Pooh was still snuggling against him. Pavel tried to gently wake Pooh, but Pooh clung to him, refusing to let go. Sighing, Pavel tried again, but Pooh pulled him even closer.

"My daughter Prim is hungry, and I need to make breakfast for her," Pavel whispered, hoping to coax Pooh into letting him go.

Pooh reluctantly opened his eyes and, with a sleepy smile, followed Pavel to the kitchen. Wrapping his arms around Pavel and resting his head on Pavel's shoulder, Pooh stayed close as Pavel began making waffles for breakfast.

Pavel enjoyed Pooh's clinginess, feeling a warm sense of affection. As he tried to move, Pooh's strong, veiny arms held him tightly. Pooh whined in protest, closing his eyes again, clearly not wanting to let go.

Pavel chuckled softly and decided to give in, for now. He carefully walked to Prim's room, Pooh still clinging to him, and gently picked up Prim from her bed. She wrapped her small arms around his neck, still sleepy.

"Good morning, Papa," Prim mumbled.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Pavel replied, kissing her forehead.

Carrying both Prim and Pooh, Pavel felt like he had two babies...one his actual child and the other this giant, affectionate one. He managed to make his way back to the kitchen, balancing both of them.

"Okay, everyone," Pavel said, smiling. "Let's get breakfast ready."

Prim giggled at the sight of Pooh clinging to her father. "Uncle haha!"

Pooh finally let go, stretching and yawning as he stood up straight. "Morning Princess," he said with a playful grin.

Pavel set Prim down and continued making waffles while Pooh helped set the table. Despite the early start and the clinginess, the morning felt perfect. 

They shared a warm, cozy breakfast together, the love and bond between them making the rainy morning feel bright and cheerful.