—Raoul—
She's still sleeping and it's already six in the morning. I know that she's tired from our play. But her mother is already in the living room sipping on the wine. I woke her up and told her to dress up while I went to the living room and greeted her mother, the Queen of all werewolves. I bowed at her.
"Good morning, Raoul!" She greeted cheerfully.
"Good morning, your majesty. I'll tell her to dress up."
"Yes, do that." She waved me off. I nodded and went back to the bedroom. I smacked Iris's butt under the duvet.
"Hey, get up! Your mom is here." I pulled her up but she pushed me away. "Babe, get up."
She moaned and sat up like a zombie.
"This is your fault!" She complained. I went to the closet and took her clothes and put it on her. I brush her hair quickly and put her slippers on. She pouted at me.
"You'll get tight soon." I kissed her pouting lips. "I'll call you. I promise."
