The dramatic way Théadan regarded the blanket drew a small laugh from Navia while she watched him point out how far away the blanket was. It was mere feet from him, he very easily could have taken a step and leaned down to grab it, but he acted as though it was miles off. Still, the alternative of him having to cuddle up to her to keep her warm was preferred anyway. Grinning as Théadan leaned over the bed for a kiss, Navia happily returned the affectionate way his lips met hers, but was soon laughing when he added it was a burden. Shaking her head, Navia went to snuggle in once Théadan joined her and slid an arm around her waist, their bodies curling together. She pushed a little closer to him so her bare back could press against his warm chest and the tops of his thighs could meet the bottoms of hers.<br/><br/>His lips found her shoulder and she sighed her contentment while listening to Théadan point out all the ways he considered having done for her. Chuckling at the way he accused her of getting used to him doting on her a bit too much, Navia shrugged despite the wide grin on her dark lips. Shivering softly at the way he used his teeth to tease her, Navia let a hand brush across the back of the one he had squeezing her waist. “You carried me on the beach without me asking,” she felt the need to point out. He had been carrying her in a somewhat uncomfortable fashion, so she had asked for a different position, but he had chosen to do that without any prompting from her. Surely that didn’t count against her?<br/><br/>“And the only reason why I needed to be carried to bed just now is because you decided to force such a strong climax out of me that I’m still not sure my legs would have the energy to hold me up,” Navia laughed, glancing back at her lover before sighing dramatically, “And you pushed me up against a rock earlier, then a floor just now…We might have to wait another day here just so I can recover from how rough you’ve been with me today.” She said it jokingly however, for she knew if they spent another day in the spa, they would just find more ways to drain each other and likely make each other all the sorer. “I’m kidding,” Navia was inclined to point out in case Théadan took that as a challenge, “It’s time we move on to Mandira.”<br/><br/>With a hum of satisfaction that she had him cuddled up to her and they were so blissfully exhausted from sharing themselves with each other, Navia brushed a hand along Théadan’s forearm, enjoying having his skin beneath her touch. “I like hearing you call me that,” Navia said softly with a smile, her hand lying atop the one he had resting on her waist. Her fingers slid between his, interlocking loosely so she could pull his hand across her smooth tawny flesh until his palm was warm and encompassing the small bump on her abdomen, “’The mother of our child.’ I hope our child has your patience and your kindness. I hope he or she will be able to see how much we’ll consider it a blessing to call them our child.”<br/><br/>Navia allowed that to settle between them for a few quiet moments, to enjoy holding their hands over the spot where the perfect combination of them grew beneath. “Except when this baby keeps waking up in the middle of the night, then they’ll be<i>your </i>child,” Navia laughed, giving Théadan’s hand an affectionate squeeze while snuggling in more despite the little jab, knowing that no matter what she teased him with, they would tackle whatever the baby threw at them together.