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The warm air breezed through the kitchen window in the atelier, bringing in the scent of spring and the pollen of new flowers. Qifrey smiled softly from his spot just in front of the window, cutting mountain apples into slices for part of his girls’ breakfast.
His glasses sat atop his nose, though the seal on his right lens was gone, letting his hair flow in its free, wavy pattern rather than sticking right above his empty socket. Qifrey still preferred to have the scar covered when leaving their atelier; however, in moments like this calm morning, he felt no need.
Placing the mountain apple slices into a shallow bowl, he took a look into the pan frying just above the pyre ball. Watching with a sparkle in his eye as the bacon and sausage popped with heat, making Qifrey’s stomach growl with anticipation.
Usually, the witch never had a very full breakfast; he made sure to eat, after all; he needed to be a good example for the girls. But he never had a big appetite shortly after slumber. But, with the upcoming addition to his atelier, his morning hunger had steadily increased.
“Good morning, Master Qifreyyy!” Tetia’s voice rang through the hall down the stairs; her pink curls a mess as they fell out of her French braid.
Shortly behind her, Richeh tagged along, her long blue hair tied into two Dutch braids going down the side of her head. “Is breakfast ready?” She asked, peeking over the countertop to watch him cook.
Qifrey couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his lips, gently patting the girl’s head. “Not yet, Richeh. Are Agott and Coco up yet?” he spoke tenderly, bringing his attention back to the pan so he could take the bacon and sausage off of the pyre ball.
“I think so.” Tetia hummed, pushing herself to sit up on top of the countertop. “I heard Agott in the washroom, probably washing up before breakfast.” She giggled, starting to pull the tie out of her hair, running her fingers through the pink ringlets.
Richeh quietly leaned into her professor’s side, wide eyes looking up at the witch. “How are you feeling, Master Qifrey?” Her voice came out quiet, though Qifrey could understand the layers of emotion after all these years.
“I am feeling quite alright, Richeh. There’s no need to fret over me.” His smile was considerate, though he wished the girls wouldn’t feel worry over him. He supposed it was only natural that the girls, and Olly as well, kept a closer eye on him after the silver wood instance.
The blue-haired girl nodded and went to get the cups and plates out for breakfast, setting the table for six.
A yawn was heard down the hall as Coco stepped down the stairs. “That smells yummy…” The girl mumbled, rubbing her closed fist against her scarred cheek and eye. “Do you need any help, Master Qifrey?” She asked while walking up to him, peeking at the two plates full of fruits and the cooked meat.
Qifrey couldn’t stop the soft laugh that escaped him; all his girls were so helpful, it filled his heart with such joy. “No, Coco. I am quite alright. Do you mind fetching Agott? Breakfast is almost ready.”
“I can do that!” Her chipper voice rang, turning on her heel back up the stairs towards the living quarters. “Agott!~” Her voice rang out, almost audibly more excited.
The master of the atelier hummed quietly as he stepped over towards the pot, pulling out the potatoes he was keeping warm and setting them on the plates, perfect for mashing and applying whatever toppings his girls preferred.
Footsteps were heard coming down another hall from the girls, heavier and slower than any of his apprentices. “Smells good ‘n here..” The watchful eye grumbled out, his usual attire thrown on, though his belt was loosened and the ties around his biceps were loosely hanging off.
“Master Olly!” Tetia giggled, hopping off the counter and going over to him, eyes beaming with excitement. “Master Qifrey made a super yummy breakfast! Does that mean we have a super special occasion going on?” The whimsy in her voice was unlike any other.
The fire witch blinked slowly down at the oldest apprentice, raising a brow at her. “I don’ believe so; why ain’ ya askin Qifrey himself?” Olruggio asked cautiously, sneaking a glance at his partner before looking back down.
“Master Qifrey always keeps things a surprise.” The girl pouted briefly as Olruggio tamed down some of her curls. “If I ask you sincerely, surely you won’t lie to me!” She smiled so brightly that it rivaled even the sun.
The two adults shared a quiet chuckle, and the watchful eye shook his head. “Nah, we don’ have nothin’ planned.” Tetia sighed dramatically as she sat down at the dining table, leaning on her palm as Qifrey placed the plates full of food onto the table.
“Love, sit down, I’ll put breakfast out,” the raven-haired witch spoke as he slid next to the master, warm hand caressing over his lower back towards his side.
Qifrey leaned into the tender touch of his partner, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Olly, I am fine. All of you are being very sweet, but I am pregnant, not incapable.” The water witch’s smile grew as Olruggio pressed his lips against the warmth of his cheek, the scratchy hair of Olruggio’s beard itching at his jaw.
“Aye, but you’ve been on yer feet for presumably hours, knowin’ yer early bird schedule,” Olruggio spoke warmly, his hand on Qifrey’s side traveling to rest against the side of his stomach, the muscle and skin under his loose shirt stretched with the babe growing inside.
The light-haired male rolled his eyes fondly, knowing it was a losing battle; he took his seat at the table. “Master Qifrey?” Tetia leaned closer to the witch. “Can you tie my hair for me?” She asked, handing her ties to the male proficient in water.
“Of course.” Qifrey turned towards the pink-haired girl and brushed through the curls with his fingers, making sure to scrape his nails lightly against her scalp just the way she liked as he scrounged up enough hair to pull into her iconic pigtails.
The two girls came down the stairs from the living quarters, having a quiet conversation that was interrupted by fits of giggles. “Good morning,” Agott spoke to everyone casually as she continued to her designated seat, Coco smiling as she sat right next to the girl, continuing their conversation.
Olruggio made good on his promise, putting all the food out onto the dining table, as well as a vapor bubble and a pitcher of lemonade. He pressed a gentle kiss against Qifrey’s head as he sat next to Richeh, tucking one of her braids behind her back.
“Thank you fer making breakfast, love.” The younger of the two spoke, grabbing one of the softened, warm potatoes to make his breakfast. Each girl grabbed their own portions of fruit, meat, and starches, digging in happily after saying thanks to the white-haired witch.
Qifrey smiled softly as he watched his girls and partner eating the breakfast he prepared, his left hand tracing over the bump steadily growing. “Is the baby active today, Master Qifrey?” Coco asked, noticing his movement.
“Yes, they seem to be.” He nodded, gazing lovingly down at his abdomen. “Perhaps they’re excited to hear everyone’s voices so early in the day.” Qifrey picked up a couple of slices of mountain apple, eating peacefully around his family.
Agott glanced at her professor, eyebrows raised in slight wonder. “Well, they are almost fully developed, yes?” She spoke after picking up a piece of her favorite crispy bacon. “You are due in just a month.”
“Astute as always, Agott.” Qifrey praised affectionately, shifting in his seat as the pressure on his lower back was getting uncomfortable at this angle. “Although at this stage, it is less discomforting movement, it seems now that they have calmed to rolls and stretches. Trying to become comfortable, I presume.”
The girls all ate and finished their breakfast quickly, taking their plates towards the extra vapor bubble by the kitchen counter, washing their dishes while chatting excitedly about the upcoming lesson for the day. “Are you all right for teachin today?” Olruggio asked while helping his partner up onto his feet.
“I am their Master,” Qifrey spoke in full fondness, looking towards their girls. “I will teach them until the moment our babe is self-preserving.” He gave Olruggio’s hand a gentle squeeze when he felt stable enough, fixing the loose-fitting robe over top of his shirt before heading towards the study, hoping to get a head start on the lessons.
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Qifrey glanced up as he heard footsteps walking towards him, a clement smile crossing his features. “Olly.” His voice came out delicate, layers of exhaustion seeping through. “I suppose you came to grab me for the evening?”
His lover stared at him for a moment, dissatisfaction clear on every inch of his face, causing the master to sweat and smile sheepishly. “Qifrey.” His accent thick and tone lowered, Qifrey was no match for this.
“I am aware I’ve been at this longer than I immediately assumed.” He defended, looking back down at the spells his students were working tirelessly on throughout the day. “They’re getting close on this; I would feel as though it would be a disservice if I stopped here while they worked so tirelessly on getting it right.” He squinted through the lens on his left spectacle, straining his remaining eye to look at the sheets of paper with the dim light of the floatglow lamps.
Calloused hands delicately pried the spells out of Qifrey’s hands, a small frown decorating his plump bottom lip. “Qifrey.” He tried again, close enough to press their foreheads together this time.
The professor visibly deflated a touch before leaning in, foreheads flushed against one another. “I know you are correct, My Dear,” Qifrey whispered, leaning forward to press a peck against Olruggio’s waiting lips. “I… am worried.”
The two worked hard on this, opening up to one another after all the years of keeping things hidden or false truths. It took years, trial and error, arguments and nights spent full of regrets; but they were here now.
“The girls are improving exponentially; I know they will be incredible witches once they graduate.” Qifrey continued while his partner deftly removed the spectacles sitting on the bridge of his nose. “I am worried about being their Master while shortly post-partum, I will not be able to take them on outside jobs, or even get out of bed for a short moment to check their spells.. I will not be a suitable Master to our girls.”
Olruggio couldn’t help the lopsided smile that graced his face. “Love, I think yer thinkin about this too hard.” He brushed the white locks out of Qifrey’s face, letting his thumb gently glide over the scar that decorated the right side of his orbital. “The girls have already passed their third test, an’ they’ve been loud an’ clear about wanting to push the fourth test back as far as humanly possible. I think they’re more excited about this babe than ev’n Alaira.”
Qifrey couldn’t stop the small sniffle, letting his forehead drop to the other’s shoulder. “I know you’re correct, but I cannot help but worry,” he fussed, arms moving to wrap against the other’s neck. His body went slack in the other’s arms, exhaustion finally catching up to him.
“A master’s job is never done.” Olruggio pressed a kiss against the witch’s temple. “C’mon... let’s get you to bed.” He spoke sweetly, both of them getting to their feet before the taller of the two leaned onto his partner.
“Your baby is heavy,” Qifrey grumbled sleepily, free hand propping under his bump as he stumbled towards their bed once they entered their quarters.
The fire witch approached his partner from behind, carefully wrapping his arms around the other’s waist; pressing kiss after kiss into the shoulder blade that protected their girls all those years ago. “Let me help ya get changed, then ya can get all the sleep you could ev’r want,” Olruggio whispered, starting to undo the ties of his partner’s robes.
Qifrey hummed in satisfaction as he was disrobed layer by layer, warm hands touching his tender muscles over and over again until he was bare. “Yer so beautiful…” Olruggio murmured, warm palms caressing over the witch’s swollen breasts.
A small sigh that sounded more like a whine escaped the witch as he leaned his entire weight back onto his partner, letting Olruggio explore every inch of him with his calloused hands.
“Olly... May I lay down?” Qifrey whispered, gently placing his hand atop one of Olruggios to get his entire attention. Even though he was enjoying the attention, he very much would rather it be when he was off swollen ankles.
“Course love.” Olruggio smiled, leading the very heavily pregnant man to bed, helping him lie atop the covers and find a comfortable position.
Qifrey smiled as soon as he was comfortable for at least a moment, peeking an eye open to look at the other. “Olly Dear.. Would you please lie with me? I would appreciate the warmth. I believe the babe misses it as well.”
It didn’t take long for the fire witch to crawl into bed next to the other, wearing little but light undergarments to keep himself modest and comfortable in their sheets. He nuzzled himself close to the professor, pressing small kisses against the top of his baby bump.
“Oi, I ‘ear yer giving papa some troubles…” Olruggio whispered to their babe, hand caressing the underside. “Papa’s workin’ real hard right now, I know ya probably want ta stretch and move around.. But Papa wants ta rest now.”
Delicately, Qifrey ran his fingers through the raven colored hair, a soft tune escaping him in a hum. “I do wish to rest.” He spoke sweetly. “Although.. I do have an.. itch, I would like you to scratch.”
Olruggio’s gaze immediately shot up to meet his partner’s, eyes wide with awe as he swallowed thickly, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “An itch…?” he echoed, palm inching to rest against the pale skin of his hipbone.
“Mm.” Qifrey hummed, letting his hand trace from the other’s hair down his cheek, thumb rolling affectionately across his cheekbone. “Would you be a dear and.. check under my bump for me? I haven’t been able to see down there for quite a while... I’d like you to double-check my.. facilities are still in working order…”
The watchful eye barely blinked as his partner spoke, mouth opening and closing uselessly as a flush spread across his cheeks. “I..” He sputtered, immediately pushing himself onto his forearms. “Of course..!” He spoke all too hastily, all but flinging himself off the side of the mattress to reach for their side table drawer, pulling out a fluffy gray towel that they used solely for these occasions.
Qifrey couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of him as he lifted his hips off the bed, allowing Olruggio to slide the soft fabric underneath his waist, flopping back onto the bed as he didn’t want to hold his weight up any longer.
The torched mage pressed soft kisses against the other's bump, starting just above his belly button and trailing down further and further, maneuvering around the mattress so he could lie between his partner’s thighs.
Olruggio let his warm hands trail along the outside of the other’s thighs, adoring the white hairs that covered the span of pale skin. “So gorgeous..” He whispered, pressing a kiss against the underside of the bump, visibly disappearing from Qifrey’s view.
“Olly..” The Witch whispered into the cool spring evening air, chewing on his bottom lip as the warmth of his lover’s lips ghosted down his hips, inching in towards his groin. “Please hurry.. I need this..” Qifrey quietly pleaded.
“Anything for you..” Olruggio agreed without argument, moving his hands from the outside of the other’s thighs to the inside, spreading his partner’s folds apart and adoring the engorged bottom growth, not only from the treatment his husband had been on for years, but the hormonal changes that came with pregnancy gave an additional growth spurt to his partner.
He couldn’t help himself as he pressed a gentle kiss against the other’s dick, adoring the hitched, breathy whine that came from his partner. “Fuck yer stunning..” Olruggio groaned out, opening his mouth to take his husband’s length into his maw.
“Oh, Olly..” Qifrey moaned out, eyelid fluttering close as his entire body all but melted into the mattress, “So good…” he praised, rolling his hips against the other’s face, chasing the pleasure that coursed through his nerves.
Olruggio hummed silently around the girth in his mouth, letting his tongue run along the bottom side of Qifrey’s growth while he pulled back, his thumb massaging little circles into the witch's thigh. Pressing his tongue flat against his lover’s dick, left hand moving closer toward his wet sex.
The white-haired male panted hard into the open air, his eye slowly opening as Olruggio eased up on his twitchy cock. “Can you—” Qifrey began, clearing his throat as his voice came out more choked up than he wanted. “—Can you please put something in me as well?” The words came out more in a begging tone than he intended, but it was truly how he felt.
Being eight months pregnant, he often wasn’t up for the task of fornication, either getting tired by just the foreplay or having to stop halfway through because of the ache in his back. So sue him for wanting to get his pleasure on while he could.
“‘M getting there.” Olruggio laughed as he pulled his mouth away from Qifrey’s dick, gazing at his wet growth. “Do’ya want me to drag this out, or just get it over wit’?” He asked, rubbing his left middle finger around the ring of muscle guarding Qifrey’s sex.
Qifrey whimpered softly as the digit sank into his core, chewing at his bottom lip. “I need to cum tonight..” He mumbled out, rolling his hips down onto Olruggio’s hand. “And I’m not sure how much longer I can lie on my back..”
“Hear ya loud and clear.” The fire witch whispered, pressing his ring finger in beside his middle finger, pressing in and out in a steady motion that pulled little whines and breathy moans out from Qifrey’s plump lips. Olruggio pressed his tongue back against the aching growth of his partner.
The Water mage choked on his own noises, his thighs quivering as the shockwaves of pleasure traveled up his spine. “Oh, yesss—” he drawled, hips bucking involuntarily against Olruggio’s mouth and fingers. “—-There, yes..! Keep going.”
Olruggio’s free hand grasped under the pale thigh of his lover, hefting it over his shoulder to give him a wider range to move, lapping at his partner’s cock like a dehydrated animal reaching a pond. Greedily taking in the wet release his fingers gingerly pumped out.
Qifrey felt like a live wire; his heel pressing into the muscle of Olruggio’s back, right near his spine. His back arched off the bed as far as his plush body allowed. “Olly!” He cried out in pleasure. Slender, pale thighs squeezing around the other's head, keeping him in place while grinding to chase the pressure building in his abdomen.
“Ol—! Yes! Oh Lord—” Qifrey all but whimpered as his body jolted like he was electrocuted, shaking with tremors as wave after wave of pleasure coursed over his nervous system, Olruggio never stopping in his ministrations through all of it.
Eventually, Qifrey’s hand entangled in Olruggio’s hair, pushing him away weakly from his sex. “Olly—Olly.. Ol..” He babbled, far too sensitive for his partner to keep sucking away at him.
Olruggio responded with a soft grunt before pulling off with an audible ‘pop’, fingers slowly pulling out, coated in Qifrey’s pleasure. “All better?” His voice was gruff, deep with the unused vocal cords for a moment.
The water mage let his eyelid flutter close, sighing in relief as his entire body went fully relaxed. “Yes, thank you, Darling..” Qifrey cooed, all the exhaustion from the day finally catching up to him. “Help me roll over.” He whispered, lifting his arms so Olruggio wouldn’t push at his side.
The laugh that escaped Olruggio’s lips was full of adoration; shuffling onto his side of the bed, he helped his companion onto his right side, being gentle, with an extra hand cradling his waist.
A new moan pushed out of the teacher’s lips, this one from content as he snuggled into the pregnancy pillow Beldaruit gifted him months prior. Shoulders drooping as he drifted in and out of a conscious state.
The fire witch chuckled faintly, pressing a small kiss against Qifrey’s shoulder blade, just above the scar he showed affection to earlier, his beard still wet from his feast not minutes prior. The professor hummed in acknowledgement before his eye widened slightly, turning to look over his shoulder.
“What’s the matter?” Olruggio questioned, warm hand massaging little circles onto his bony hip. “Aye.. Is this uncomfortable?” He knew sometimes that Qifrey could become too suffocated when he was pressed between the pillows and his partner, especially with how warm Olruggio ran.
A small laugh escaped Qifrey as he shook his head. “No, no. I am quite comfortable. I suppose I just did not have the foresight for… another presence to join.” He said with amusement, eyelid drooping as he ground back onto Olruggio’s painfully hard cock still encased in undergarments.
Olruggio hissed out a quiet groan, his hand stilling against the flesh of Qifrey’s waist. “You don’ need to worry about it.” He whispered, left hand gently moving to the underside of Qifrey’s bump. “I can take care of it; you get some rest.”
“Olly.” His tone dropped dangerously, grasping his lover’s wrist in his own hand. “I may be pregnant, but I am still your husband.” The words made Olruggio swallow thickly, and his head run hot. “And I would like it if my husband would stop doting on me hand and foot for a moment and instead fuck me.”
“Shit—” Olruggio’s voice came out shaky as his hips rut up against his lover’s ass, chasing the friction with purpose now. “I hear ya loud and clear—” he huffed, shifting around on their mattress to tug his thin undergarments off, lying back down just behind his lover.
Pressing open-mouth kisses against Qifrey’s right shoulder, Olruggio shifted as close as he possibly could to his significant other. The tip of his cock slid between Qifrey’s thighs with ease thanks to the slick release from earlier.
Qifrey let out a contented sigh, letting his eyelid fall shut once he knew that his husband was taking care of him now. The warm, grounding pressure of Olruggio’s hand on his waist and the anticipation of his husband’s girth nudging closer made his heart swell.
“Relax..” Olruggio’s voice made Qifrey whimper softly, flush creeping up his cheeks as the tip of his lover’s cock pushed past his rim of muscle, slowly filling his cavern. Olruggio groaned into his partner’s shoulder, eyes screwing shut as his hips involuntarily snapped forward, enveloping his entire length into the professor.
A moan ripped out of Qifrey’s throat as the scratch he was dying to itch finally had some pressure on it. The air left him like it was knocked out of his lungs as he whined, reaching around his bump to wrap his index finger and thumb around his cock, jerky movements as he chased the pleasure he had pushed off for months now.
“Yer so tight—” Olruggio groaned, rutting his hips forward in a slow drag, the scratch of his curly pubic hair adding a satisfying discomfort that had Qifrey moaning openly into the cool air. “Fuck.. Yer so perfect.” He grunted out, his pace a slow drag as blunt fingernails dug into the thin layer of skin over his hip.
“Olly—Ollyyy..” His voice came out whiny, his head feeling light from all the pleasure coursing through him. “More.. Oh please more—Ha.. Fuck..” Qifrey sputtered with a trace of drool dripping down his cheek, his arm beginning to shake as he kept jerking off his growth.
Olruggio’s lips found the back of Qifrey’s neck, licking up vertebrae in a slow drag until he sucked a bruise near the edge of his hairline. “Olly!” Qifrey all but shrieked, his entire body shaking from the overwhelming bouts of pleasure from several points of interest.
His eye snapped open as Olruggio’s hand left his waist and instead cupped one of his breasts, the tissue tender from the growth due to his pregnancy. His calloused fingers gently pinched and rolled the sensitive nub, causing Qifrey to jolt in his arms. “Olly!” He sobbed, thighs squeezing shut.
“No—ugh..! Ha— Oll— I’m—” Qifrey stuttered, whining loudly into the empty room, completely fucked out of his mind from the overstimulation to his sex and tissue. “Plea—Oh Lor—Fuucc—” Qifrey couldn’t finish his words as Olruggio’s hips snapped in a brutal pace now.
“Qif—I’m.. Shit 'm so close—” Olruggio moaned right behind his lover’s ear, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the skin there.
Qifrey panted hard as he rocked back to meet Olruggio’s thrusts. “I—Inside.. Oh ple—In— Olly!” Tears started to drip down across the bridge of his nose, his hand that was pleasuring his cock becoming sloppy as he neared his second orgasm.
He cried out in pleasure as he came, body jolting and jerking in small movements, whining throughout as Olruggio never stopped, fucking him through his orgasm even as his core tightened so heavenly around him.
It didn’t take more than a few thrusts before Olruggio reached his own peak, messily thrusting into the tight, wet heat of his husband before stilling. A small whimper escaped his lips as he shook behind the other, gently palming his breast instead of toying at the nipple.
The two stayed lying like that for a moment, silently panting and basking in each other’s afterglow. Olruggio eventually laid his forehead against the other’s shoulder, letting out a huge sigh and fully relaxing into his partner.
“Olly.” Qifrey’s voice came out a little scratchy and hoarse, his hand moving from his twitchy, overstimulated dick to rest on his bump.
The witch in question hummed in response, pressing tiny pecks against his shoulder. “Aye?” He whispered, his warm palm caressing down his sides until their hands were right next to each other on his bump.
“I’m tired—” He mumbled, and Olruggio could tell he was slipping into sleep. “—Be a dear and clean me up please?” A soft moan tumbled out of his lips as his partner slowly pulled out, a trail of his seed leaking out with him.
Qifrey could hear and feel his husband climb out of bed, and smiled to himself sleepily as he heard the vapor bubble opening. He flinched slightly as Olruggio shimmied the towel from under him and dipped it into the water, wetting it before starting to wipe down between the mess of his thighs.
“Get some rest, Love.” Olruggio placed a kiss to the side of his head, taking his time in cleaning up the mess he made. “I’ll take care of this.” His right hand gave a gentle squeeze to his thigh.
He didn’t need to be told twice, cuddling further into his pregnancy pillow, Qifrey drifted off into the plane of unconsciousness. “Love you..” He mumbled, being the last thing he remembered of that evening.
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The sun filtering through the windows stirred the professor, blinking tiredly as the sun began its rise over the horizon, just barely light enough to make out the shadows of his room. Slowly, he looked around the room, a small smile gracing his lips as he noticed Olruggio nuzzled into his back, arms wrapped protectively around their babe still encased in his womb.
Qifrey slowly peeled Olruggio’s arms away from his stomach, smiling as he noted how well he had been cleaned up the night prior. Taking his time pushing himself onto his forearms before crawling out of bed, that action alone already causing him to be out of breath.
He plucked through their wardrobe, pulling on one of his loose-fitting gowns and tying the belt just above his bump, feeling around the table for his spectacles before setting them on the bridge of his nose.
Qifrey took a moment to adore his sleeping husband before setting off to the kitchen, taking pride in his routine of making breakfast for the girls to start the day.
Thankfully, his morning sickness ended with his first trimester, so he need not worry about rushing towards the restrooms early in the morning anymore. He sighed softly as the ache in his feet returned the moment he took the stairs, resting his palm on his bump while the other held onto the railings.
Once in the kitchen, it felt like home once again, a soft smile gracing his lips as he got to work, grabbing a basket to go gather fresh fruits from the garden.
With everything gathered, his back was thoroughly in pain from leaning and squatting down to gather everything he needed for breakfast. Trudging his way inside with a tiny groan, the sun now rising higher in the sky as it took longer than expected to gather everything. He blinked silently as four pairs of eyes stared at him.
“Master Qifrey..” Agott’s voice came out level, much like when she would converse with Tetia when trying to calm her down. But she couldn’t get another word out when the pink-haired girl made a broad movement as she moved closer.
“You’re not supposed to be overexerting yourself!” She exclaimed in a slightly whiny voice while Richeh walked over to take the basket from his hands. “We could have gotten the fruits! Master Olly is going to be so worried if he knowsss!” She shook her head as she ushered her professor to sit on the couch.
His heart swelled as a soft laugh escaped him; it felt nice for the girls to be so worried, but truly, they shouldn’t be. “Girls.. I am fine; I can conjure us breakfast.” his voice was so soft, but he was up against the most stubborn girls he knew.
Coco came up and sat next to him, a worried look on her features as her hand bunched in the fabric of his sleeve. “Please let us help…” she spoke with a frown, wide green eyes he couldn’t say no to.
“We can just have fruit for breakfast.” Richeh’s quiet voice was heard on his other side, hidden since he could not see to his right. “You gathered more than enough anyway,” she spoke as she took a bite of the grapes he had collected.
Qifrey jumped slightly as he felt a warm hand land on his shoulder, then a pair of lips on the top of his head. “There’s gonna be no winnin’ this one.” Accent heavy with sleep, Qifrey relaxed back into the cushions.
“I suppose I have no choice then.” The professor sighed before a warm smile graced his lips. “Very well, we’ll make breakfast together in the mornings then.”
Agott smiled softly as she came into the living room with cups and a vapor bubble, sitting atop a cushion on the floor. “I believe that is the correct choice, Master.” She placed the cups down onto the small coffee table.
Qifrey couldn’t help the smile that kept growing, gently placing his hand atop of Olruggio’s as he watched their girls do into the basket of fruits, giggling and laughing among one another.
He placed his other hand on the underside of his bump as he felt movement from their youngest, leaning his head back to lie on Olruggio’s torso. “I think they want to meet their sisters.”
“I don’ blame em.” Olruggio whispered, gently rubbing his thumb along the muscle of Qifrey’s shoulder. “Who wouldn’ want ta know our girls?”