(From Blue's Perspective)
I woke up when it was almost morning. My body was sore. Maybe I should have told him to be gentler. It was on me. I was the one who told me to do whatever he wanted.
Dem was sleeping like a log, like he always did after a full moon night. I put on his shirt which was on the ground and went to Dion's room. I woke up hearing his cry.
"You have woken up, baby? Are you hungry?"
Dion was on his stomach, raising his head and his black eyes on me as he cried more after seeing me, although the tone was different.
I picked him up and sat down on the single couch, which was placed there so I could feed him. Dion calmed down as soon as I started feeding him.
"Ah, my back is so sore," I groaned.
I tried to position myself as comfortably as I could on the couch, however, I wished it was a bit larger. The size just was not comfortable enough. Maybe I should change it.
