Ezekiel
"I am not sick," I argued as I stood in front of the King's desk. Specifically King Adonis whilst our other King, King Cloud, sat firmly on his lap whilst he paged through a few files. Adonis had his hands firmly on Cloud's growing stomach which left the man with fiery hair, redder than the sun.
"Taking a day to take care of yourself doesn't make you sick Ezekiel," Adonis sighed for the one hundredth time. "You've been working hard, spoil yourself a little. Go out to town and do something fun. Do you even remember what fun is anymore?"
"I can't go out and have a day by myself when I'm supposed to be taking care of the family," I frowned. "It is my responsibility-"
"And your duty," he rolled his bright green eyes then playfully gagged which made Cloud giggle. "Cloud back me up on this one."
