Only Pregnant Women Are Allowed to Start Fires
In the early morning, Leon slowly woke up, opening his eyes to find that Roswiser was not beside him.
On the bed lay her flimsy spaghetti strap nightgown from last night, and the blanket still held some warmth, indicating she had just gotten up.
He sat up slowly, tossed off the covers, and, while rubbing his messy hair, made his way to the bathroom.
As soon as he entered, he spotted Roswiser standing at the sink, brushing her teeth.
She was wearing that pink couples’ pajama set, the zipper at the chest not fully closed, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her fullness.
The part of the pajama meant for a tail had been removed, and her silver tail extended out from the back, with a bit of tender skin showing at the base.
Further down was her lovely hourglass figure, like rolling hills that even a loose pajama set couldn’t hide.
One hand on her hip and the other holding a toothbrush, she lazily yet rhythmically brushed her teeth, toothpaste frothing at the corners of her mouth, making her look adorably puffy.
Seeing Leon, Roswiser shot him a glance but said nothing, merely shifting to the side to make a bit of room at the sink.
Leon moved in, grabbed the toothbrush brought over by the kids during the move yesterday, squeezed on some toothpaste, and began brushing.
Swish, swish—swish, swish—
His brushing rhythm was much faster than Roswiser’s, with way more froth.
The couple stared blankly at their reflections in the mirror.
Dressed in matching pajamas, one blue and the other pink, they stood side by side, giving off a strong cohabitation vibe.
However, it was merely a facade; this mismatched couple was not going to portray any warm fuzzy scene so early in the morning.
Noticing Leon’s rapid brushing, Roswiser frowned. Naturally, she wasn’t one to fall behind.
She placed her hand off her hip and sped up her brushing.
Leon paused for a moment, sensing the competitive spirit from the Mother Dragon—it had begun again, hadn’t it? A tooth brushing competition?
Rolling his eyes, he thought, how childish!—
Then, he accelerated his own brushing.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish—
“Ah!~”
Roswiser suddenly let out a low sound, covering her mouth and pulling her toothbrush away to reveal a faint red mark.
She had brushed too hard and drawn bl**d.
Leon peeked over, chuckling triumphantly; it seemed he had won this round of the tooth brushing contest.
Returning his gaze to the mirror, he continued his leisurely brushing.
Roswiser shot him a woeful glare, initiating their first conversation of the day,
“Is your toothpaste flavored like Dragon Strength?”
Leon blinked, “No? Why do you ask?”
“Then why are you brushing so vigorously?”
“……”
So, she couldn’t handle losing a tooth brushing match and was trying to regain her dignity?
Leon wasn’t about to let her have the last laugh.
He leaned toward Roswiser, “Wanna know what my toothpaste tastes like? Come here and find out.”
Roswiser quickly raised a hand to push against his chest, “Ew, Casmod, don’t make me yell at you on our first day of living together.”
“Why didn’t you say it was gross last night?”
“Shut up.”
“Hey, why do you get to say that and I don’t?”
“I’m a pregnant woman!” Roswiser declared emphatically.
Great, Leon could already foresee how Roswiser would wield her “I’m a pregnant woman” card during their cohabitation, getting away with all sorts of nonsense—
Although she was never one to reason much as the Mother Dragon, her current pregnant status would only make her more audacious with Leon.
But Leon was stuck; since the night they confirmed baby number two, he had promised to endure her emotional rollercoaster and quirks during her pregnancy.
Of course, Leon’s commitment was not solely for Roswiser; it also involved the little one in her belly.
If Leon’s concern was divided into 100 portions, the soon-to-arrive baby would take 51, leaving Roswiser with just 49.
Even less than half, how could you say he cared more about Miss Melkway, right?
Ugh.
No, that was too generous.
Forty-nine was high.
Forty-eight, yes.
That cherished second baby definitely edged her out slightly in importance.
Uh-huh, forty-eight it is. Can’t change my mind!
After finishing her grooming, Roswiser shuffled out of the bathroom in her dragon-wing slippers.
Leon tidied up a bit and followed her out.
Upon exiting, he found Roswiser already seated at her vanity, taking care of her appearance.
Her silver hair flowed down to her waist, and she held a little hair tie in her mouth as she gathered her long locks, then began to braid a small section at the left side of her head in the mirror.
Leon remembered that he had secretly done that to tease Roswiser when she was out cold from her bl**d Distortion.
Who knew it would become her signature look after all this time?
Leon leaned against the wall behind her, hands stuffed in the big pockets of his pajama set, watching her style her hair in silence.
If he had known how much she liked the hairstyle he had given her, he would have done pigtails instead.
But pigtails might compromise her regal image.
While lost in thought, Roswiser’s voice broke through,
“What are you doing today?”
Still facing the mirror, she sat up straight, her silver tail cascading down as she continued working on her hair.
“I’ll take Noia and Moon to the backyard to play. If Moon wants to study this afternoon, we’ll do that; if not, I’ll let her have the rest of the day off so she can hang out with Noia,” he explained.
The sisters could only see each other on Saturdays and weekends. Learning was important, but maintaining their relationship was equally essential.
Plus, Moon was only a little over a year old—more interested in playing than studying; Leon didn’t want to pressure her too much.
“Hmm.”
Roswiser, still with her back to him, acknowledged with a casual reply, “I’ll arrange a pest control session at the Silver Dragon Temple today, around three. Make sure the kids don’t come back.”
“Got it.”
“Also, remember to set aside some time tomorrow; we’re heading to the Sky City.” Roswiser turned to face him.
Leon blinked, “What are we going to the Sky City for?”
“To buy some things I might need during the pregnancy.”
Roswiser added, “We can’t let Anna and the others go; otherwise, they’ll know I’m pregnant.”
Leon shrugged, “No problem.”
With their plans for the next two days organized, they split up—one headed to the bathroom, the other stayed in the bedroom—
To change clothes.
Even though they had been intimate numerous times and knew each other through and through, they still maintained some decorum when it came to changing.
There had never been a precedent for a queen to change clothes in front of a prisoner.
Ah, of course, there were no precedents for having babies, kissing, or living together either.
But those were different from the nature of changing clothes.
Baby-making, kissing, and cohabitation were unavoidable, while dressing in front of each other could be.
This couple, for all their quirks, kept trying to draw lines between them.
Yet perhaps they didn’t even realize that the more they attempted to separate, the more entangled they became.
After changing, the couple emerged from their room, one after the other.
At the door, they shared a simple farewell—just a nod to each other.
Thus passed the first night of their cohabitation.
It felt… not bad?
At least it wasn’t as tense or explosive as one might have feared.
But with this couple’s personalities, who knows what the future would hold?
