Geta

Looking back to who Geta was a year ago he doesn’t believe who he was at all. Marrying you he at first thought that it would be seamless, painless, he wouldn’t care about you- you were a means to an end but once he actually married you…he fell head over heels in love with you…and now, months after consummation you were carrying his baby. Long forgotten was his days of lounging around with whomever he wanted, why would he want to spend time with anybody but you?

Today he was sitting atop his throne, to his right was his elder but much more mad brother and in front of him were hordes of senators speaking on laws and the people of Rome…but here you came, wrapped up in lilac silks, you stomach grown into a large bump to grow a baby, with messy hair as you yawned and rubbed your eye. No doubt you had awoken from a nap. He waved you over and stood out of his throne to hug you and give you a few forehead pecks….he loved you so dearly

“How are you today? Obviously you’re rested but are you hungry?”