Werewolf Alterations

Thanks

Azzlea was sitting leaning on his long room sofa. Swiping the stomach that is getting bigger and bigger, while both legs are supported on the thigh of Fredrico who is now spying on the feet of Azzlea swollen.

"I'll be gone tomorrow" Fredrico said carefully.

"How long?" ask Azzlea.

"Just one night, I'll be there as soon as my business is done"

"Go away" said Azzlea full of confidence, it made Fredrico a little confused because every time Fredrico would go with an Azzlea business would stubbornly prevent him from leaving them for a long time. But this time Azzlea allowed himself to go easily without any conditions.

"really? Are you okay?" ask Fredrico curious.

"Yes I'm fine" replied Azzlea who was indifferent and still rubbed her distended stomach.

"Why?" ask Fredrico once again to make sure.

"Why do you mean Fred? Go if you're going, didn't I let you go?" Azzlea.

"Why don't you hold me back like you used to?"

"Go if you really want to go, Fred. There's nothing you can worry about right now, right? It's all over" Azzlea assured Fredrico.

"There's Axelle here as well as Victor, and I don't think there's anything you can worry about, right?" azzlea once again assured her that she was okay. Fredrico nodded his head in understanding, there was indeed nothing more he was worried about at this moment.

"Is this still painful" asked Fredrico pointing at Azzlea's leg. Azzlea shook her head slowly.

"It's been better, thanks to a massage from you. Thank you" Azzlea said sincerely.

"If I ask you to hold me, you can still lift me up" Azzlea said, stretching out her arms and asking Fredrico to carry her.

Fredrico smiled wryly at Azzlea who then shook his head.

"Don't underestimate me Miss, raising a big-bodied enemy I'm still able to let alone lift my beloved wife" replied Fredrico as he mentoel the tiny nose tops belong to Azzlea.

After bragging Fredrico raised the body of the wife who was getting filled more and more in one lift.

Fredrico walked to their bed and placed Azzlea's body on the bed carefully. Pairing a blanket for Azzlea so as not to get cold ended by peeling Azzlea's forehead.

"Sleep" said Fredrico gently, who was embraced by Azzlea.

"Hug me" pinta Azzlea. Fredrico complied with Azzlea's request and took the basket and laid his body beside Azzlea.

Fredrico grabbed Azzlea's body carefully. Putting the head of Azzlea in his arms as a bearing Azzlea, while Azzlea's own hands have perched sweetly on his waist and drowned his face in the field of Fredrico looking for comfort. Azzlea's bulging stomach makes it unable to freely hug Azzlea because Azzlea's stomach stuck in his stomach. Even now his own stomach feels a small kick from a prospective generation that kicks with agility.

Fredrico felt his own giggling feeling the small turmoil in his stomach as he hugged his wife's body. Azzlea looked up to see Fredrico's smiling face on his own making Azzlea frown in astonishment.

"What's wrong? Don't smile like that" Azzlea protested.

"No, sleep" elak Fredrico tightened his arms, but Azzlea refused and asked Fredrico for an explanation.

"Your stomach is stuck in my stomach, I can feel a little kick in there"

"I just feel weird but also very grateful to you" Fredrico replied honestly.