"No work on honeymoons" Stefan said exasperated. "How many times do I have to sing babycakes." He threw some of the books he was holding into a box near him.
Lucia hated when he called her that. "And you? What are you doing up here instead of in bed?" She looked at him accusingly.
"Not working I can assure you. Now go back to bed." he waved her off.
She scoffed, "You're forgetting a little something. And don't shoo me away like I was some annoying little pet."
"You are a tad bit annoying, but little?," he said and his eyes came to focus on her chest, "that I beg to differ"
She suddenly became self conscious and folded her arms across her chest.
He chuckled, "I'm not opening it up for you Lucia. Go back to bed." He said with a note of finality and turned to continue with what he was doing.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and Lucia held herself from yelping in fear.
"Stefan!"
"What Lucia?!" He yelled.
