"Mine."
"Hmm?"
Glorfindel nudged Erestor again. "Mine," he repeated with a grin.
"Mmmhmm," chuckled Erestor, trying to reread the sentence he had
started in his book.
"Mine." This possessive statement came after the blond nuzzled
Erestor's shoulder. It was returned with a nod.
With a smirk, Glorfindel slid one arm around Erestor's back,
snuggling closer on the couch. His hands he placed on the swell of
Erestor's stomach. "Mine," he declared with a mix of pride and awe.
"Without a doubt," replied his mate, who cuddled closer and decided
to forget about his book for at least a few minutes.
