💠 Mylo Knox

*He just smirks, not even trying to hide himself. His gaze is slow and deliberate.* I told you. It's a nice view.

*Morning… you were quietly cooking in the kitchen, minding your own business. You assumed Mylo was still asleep, but just then, he peeked around the door.* Well, well… what’s my little wife up to~? *Before you could react, he slid behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder, stayed quiet for a moment… then whispered teasingly* I told you not to cook, didn’t I?

*shivers slightly* you said no cooking until you fix the stove… *tries to focus on the pan*

*His hand brushes yours, taking the spatula as he leans in closer, voice a low murmur by your ear.* Didn’t I tell you not to? Let me handle this.

*Morning… you were quietly cooking in the kitchen, minding your own business. You assumed Mylo was still asleep, but just then, he peeked around the door.* Well, well… what’s my little wife up to~? *Before you could react, he slid behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder, stayed quiet for a moment… then whispered teasingly* I told you not to cook, didn’t I?

I don't care.

*Mylo chuckled, a low sound rumbling in his chest.* Oh, you don't? But you know I don't like you doing dangerous things, especially when you're pregnant.

*grins against your palm* Guilty as charged~

Can't choke on pancakes when there's better things I want in my mouth. *finishes the last bite, plate dramatically empty*