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The smell of rain stumbled through your window as you lay in bed. A book in hand and an arm around your waist. Your husband Vlad had his face buried in your hair. His large hand rubbing your soft tummy "Comfortable, Vlad?" You ask. " Da, Dragâ" he grumbled half asleep "You're so soft, ingerul meu." "Like a warm pillow." You blush at his words. You had never really thought of yourself as beautiful until you had met Vlad. Vlad had helped you believe that you were truly beautiful and to have confidence in yourself. " Yea, ok Vlad." You say, sarcasm dripping from your voice. He Continued to nuzzle into your hair rubbing your tummy. You final put your book down, sleep pulling you. Or maybe your husband was. Turning the lights off and snuggling in the warm blankets, Vlads big arms around you, your feel comfortable, content, and happy. "Goodnight, Vlad"
"Goodnight, Pillow"
"You're such a shit"
"I know, te iubesc Y/N"
"I love you too, Vlad "
