John gently rubbed her back, holding her to him for as long as he could get away with. “I think we can agree on that. Did you like the place? Were they good to you? They better have been good to you.”

The demon didn’t know what to do with himself. It was like she yanked his soul from his body, if he had one. “Babe?” he asked, slowly stepping back to look at her. His eyebrows furrowed, confusion evident on his face. “You’re pregnant?”

“𝘔𝘢𝘥?” John placed his hands on either side of her face, gently pushing her gaze to meet his. As soon as her eyes met hers, he knew that he’d never loved her more than right then. He was in awe of her. “How can I be mad when you’re having my 𝘣 𝘢 𝘣 𝘺?”

⠀ ⠀⠀𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘴 sounds like i have good taste. ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘴 you are stressing me out ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘴 nothing but the best for my wife. ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘴 it’s not about winning or losin’. ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘴 no one should be markin’ you up like that. not when i can such prettier marks on your skin with my mouth. ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘴 bark bark. ⠀

⠀⠀⠀ blaine? BLAINE? 𝐵𝐿𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸!

⠀⠀⠀ happy yelling!

⠀⠀⠀ “ my friend ! how are you? “

|| oof not the knives, NOT THE KNIVES

⠀⠀⠀ “ the same! “ he gives him a side bear hug of his own in greeting. “ great, actually. come to think of it, i really couldn’t be better? “ ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Long day? ⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀” for some? my days are well spent. can’t complain. “ ⠀

⠀⠀ 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛. 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑟. 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 #𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝑇𝐸𝑋𝑇: 𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑳𝑬𝒀 psycho blondie is trying to get to you. by that, i mean, she’s trying to you through me. ⠀