I crave a love that adds value to my life.
I do not want just a relationship
I crave a partnership
I desire the one who will aid me
Up the mountain of life
And guide me through the valleys of adversity.
Someone who is able to breathe in sync,
And dance by my side through thick and thin
I want that grind together kind of love,
With a best friend I can build an empire beside.
-Coined from Tene Edwards

Waking up with a start, Wanda jumps out of her bed and flees to the bathroom. There, she kneels in front of the toilet bowl and empties the entire content of her bowels into it. She spits, gulps, clears her throat, gaggles, anything to rid her of the irritation, dizziness, and lightheadedness she is feeling. Weak-kneed, she attempts to stand up when she feels strong, masculine arms around her. It is no one else but Milos. He gently places her on the bathroom stool, and drops to his knees, facing her.

“Baby,” he calls, his voice husky with sleep. “Are you alright? Do you need me to do anything?”

Wanda slowly nods in the negative.

“Are you sure you are fine, Wanda?” he asks, worry clearly written in his voice.

“I am going to be fine, Milos. I just need to submerge myself in warm water, and I’ll be fine. Okay? It is true that this pregnancy is taking a huge toll on me, but I’ll be fine okay? I think it is this way because I am carrying a wolf-baby. Wachu think, dullin’?” She laughs, and Milos joins her.

Milos looks into her cosmic brown eyes and says, “I will always be grateful for having you in my life. Every day, as I go about my daily activities as the Alpha designate, only one thing keeps me going, and that is you, Wanda. The assurance that I will always come back into your warm embrace, and subsequently, your warm bed, makes every Herculean task out there seem effortless.”

Wanda opens her mouth to speak when she is interrupted by a delicate knock on the door.

Petra?

“Master Milos? Luna?” It is a male voice. It is definitely not Petra’s.

“Come in, Eutychus,” Milos calls out to him from the bathroom, and immediately, the door swings open. Eutychus comes in, with a note in his hand. Milos does not move an inch from where he is.

He bows before speaking, even though neither Milos nor Wanda can see him, “Morning, Master Milos, it is time for your daily patrol of the Territory” he finishes, scratching the back of his head and shifting from leg to leg, clearly uncomfortable. Again, no one can see him, so why is he not at ease?

Weird Eutychus.

“Strike out the patrol. I’ll be in all day with my wife. Tell the guards however to be on the lookout for any foul play, do you understand me clearly?” Milos commands, his voice is so authoritative that Wanda can’t help but stare at him in pure, unadulterated admiration.

“Yes, Master Milos,” answers Eutychus, leaving the room at once.

“What are you smiling at, dullin’?” Milos questions, gazing lovingly at his wife.

“I am so happy to be yours, Milos. You love me so much. I mean, you just struck out your whole schedule for today because of me. I am so blessed to have a man as understanding as you, Milos” she says, and proceeds to kiss him on the forehead. Milos frowns and points at his lips, indicating that he wants her to kiss him there.

Wanda nods vigorously in the negative, “Nah, baby. I don’t want you to taste and inhale the stench of my vomit”.

Without warning, he lands his lips on hers and kisses her softly on the lips. She smiles and he deepens the kiss, despite her numerous protests.

Their cute couple time is interrupted by Petra’s high-pitched voice.

“Luna, your water is coming in!”

Milos and Wanda begin to giggle, and they subsequently burst out laughing.

It looks like water now has legs.

She immediately curtseys, places the kettle of hot water carefully on the floor of the bathroom Petra walks into the room, looks around, and doesn’t see Wanda. She opens the bathroom door and sights Milos and Wanda.

“Master Milos, may I please bathe the Luna as it is customary?” she asks, her eyes boring into the floor below her.

“No, Petra. Today, I will solely attend to my Luna. Find something else to do, and of course, make sure that breakfast is served once we are ready” he says with a note of finality.

Petra curtseys again and exits the room, but not before successfully winking at Wanda. Wanda, knowing too well what this gesture means, giggles slightly, trying so hard not to laugh. Milos just shakes his head and smiles.

He goes on to draw her bath, and when it is ready, he carefully undresses her and lifts her in his arms and into the bathtub. He then proceeds to lather her from head to toe, remembering to also wash her hair. This bath is both therapeutic for and sexy to Wanda. When he is done bathing her, he lifts her out of the tub and wraps her in a long, fluffy towel.

Wanda doesn’t even bother to wear her house clothes, she just stays in bed under the duvet. Soon, Milos goes into the bathroom to douse himself in water, just like Wanda. He comes out of the commode looking like a demi-god. Well, in all honesty, he is not far from one. Wanda savors his manly sexiness, feeding her eyes, taking in as much as she can.

It is time for breakfast and they both agree to eat in their suite. Milos tenderly feeds his wife, and Wanda thinks her heart is going to rupture from its consistent swelling.

After dinner, they lay together in bed for the rest of the day, whispering sweet nothings to each other, making passionate love countless times.