Ob wakes, stretching. His eyes seek out Pandora where she is curled under a light sheet. She has been restless, moving in her sleep. Ignoring the robe that hangs by the balcony door, Ob slips into her bed, pulling the sheet over them as he presses his nude form against the warm softness of hers. His hand slides along her hip, then spans the growing swell of their daughter.
"*Buenos noches, mi corazones." His words are a mere whisper against Pandora's ear. Chloe moves under his hand and he smiles, kissing gently along Pandora's shoulder as she snuggles back against him. "Life is good." he closes his eyes, relaxing in the feel of his woman in his arms.
*Good Evening, my hearts.
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