Zodyl Typhon - Morning

You were sleeping peacefully and relaxed in the big, strong arms of your beloved Zodyl, your dear husband. The morning was gentle, the little birds were singing a sweet tune, and you were so sound asleep that you didn't remember any of the things you had to do that day.

A small weight on your feet startled you slightly, and Zodyl's deep, husky morning voice reached you even in your sleep.
"Are you hurt?" Zodyl asked the little whirlwind of joy beside him; Max. He was a small boy who looked very much like him... physically, and he was just like you in personality. The little child was your son.

"No..." The little boy answered, laughing innocently.

"Then give Mommy and me a little more time..."