Unbroken Vows

Chapter 14

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the apartment in a warm glow. Mew had woken up with a sense of purpose, his heart full now that Tul was back in his life. After breakfast, he gathered Tul and their daughters and headed back to the apartment that held so many memories. It was where they once shared their lives and love before everything fell apart.

As they arrived, Tul stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the space that was so familiar yet distant. Mew’s hand slipped into his, and he gave it a gentle squeeze, whispering, "Welcome home, love." Tul’s heart swelled with emotion, his eyes misting over as he nodded, stepping inside.

They immediately set to work. Mew grabbed the supplies they had brought along to make a temporary playpen for Mayera and Mayesha, who were busy exploring their new surroundings. Tul, ever the nurturing one, began placing soft toys around the space, ensuring their daughters would be safe and comfortable. Their giggles filled the air, and Tul couldn’t help but smile. Mew’s heart felt full, seeing his family together, in peace.

As dusk approached, the golden light bathed the room, casting everything in a soft glow. Mew stood behind Tul, wrapping his arms around his waist, letting his hands rest over Tul’s pregnant belly. He nuzzled into Tul’s neck, placing a soft kiss there, whispering, "My beautiful, pregnant wife." Tul blushed at the old inside joke, shaking his head with a soft laugh. "You’re impossible," he mumbled, but there was no hiding the affection in his voice. He felt the warmth of their love after so long basking in Mew’s soft touches he was at peace.

Mew’s hands wandered, and his touch grew a little more mischievous. His fingers brushed teasingly over Tul’s skin, making him squirm. "Mew... not now," Tul whispered, but his words were weak. He felt himself growing restless under his husband’s touch. Mew’s lips trailed down his neck, kissing him deeply until Tul’s protests turned into soft, pleading moans. "Please… Mew…" he whispered, feeling his body melt into Mew’s ministrations.

"You’re so sensitive, love," Mew murmured against Tul’s lips, his voice a teasing hum. His hands explored every inch of Tul, sending shivers through his body, and Tul, as always, found himself submitting to Mew’s dominance. His body, sensitive from the pregnancy, reacted to every touch, every kiss. It was as if nothing had changed between them — the same passion, the same trust, the same love.

Tul was helpless under Mew’s gaze, his body arching toward him, begging for more. "Mew, please..." Tul whispered again, his words barely audible between the heated kisses. His world was reduced to the man holding him, the warmth of Mew’s body pressing against him, the way his hands roamed over his skin as if they could never get enough. Tul’s heart raced as Mew deepened the kiss, and for the next few moments, nothing else existed but them.

Later, they fell asleep, Tul nestled in Mew’s arms, their breaths steady, their hearts full.

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In the evening, while Mew ran some errands, Tul busied himself redecorating the apartment. The house had felt like a distant memory for so long, but now, he wanted to fill it with warmth and love again. He ordered soft toys for the girls, arranged the playpen, and made space for a small round bed for Mayera and Mayesha. The bed was placed in their bedroom so that their daughters could always feel close to them. Tul smiled, imagining the family life they were building together.

As the apartment transformed into a cozy haven, Tul played with his daughters. Both girls were sweet, giggling at every small thing, their innocence wrapping around his heart like a blanket. He gave them all his attention, making sure they were fed, clean, and loved. They looked at him with adoration, and Tul felt something he hadn’t in a long time — he felt like a mother, a protector.