That’s because I’m not that man with you. That man is a fierce businessman. I’m not too good for you. You are an Asgardian goddess, after all, and I…a mere mortal man.
Fierce. You can be fierce at times. *rests her hands on his chest*
Goddess, that’s a matter or religion and opinion. I’d prefer a foreigner, who happens to be very well versed in sorcery and is also relatively durable. You’re not meager. Don’t talk that way about the father of my child! *presses her lips together, smiling*
You’re a goddess, I don’t care what you say. *He smiled.* Well, regardless, I’m a man who’s doing the best I can to take care of you.
*pouts slightly* I should do more. *takes his one hand and gently pulls him to along to bed*
You do more than enough. *He smiled and let her pull him.*
Oh? Name something. *lets go of his hand and starts arranging her pillows a little*
You…make sure Dakota is happy, you’re always there if I have a bad day and you make me feel better, you were by my bedside almost constantly while I was in the hospital.
*slowly slides under the covers* But those are things expected of me. *pulls the covers open for him and pats the space beside her*
And taking care of my wife isn’t expected of me? *gets into bed, settling in.*
*she smiled unable to say anything to that. She moved as close as she could manage and held one of his hand between hers. Her heavy eyes started to close*
*He turned out the light and laid down, getting comfortable. He closed his eyes, moving as close as he could get to her.* goodnight.
