DANISH FATIGUE 30

"What about your pain, Dew? Is that better?" Cayla asked as she lightly rubbed the belly of the God who had gotten a lot of stitches.

"It still hurts, try if you kiss it maybe it will lessen the pain a little." said Dewa staring spoiled.

Cayla smiled then kissed Dewa's belly with great affection.

"How? Has it been reduced by the gods?" Cayla asked with a smile.

"There's still a little more. Maybe a few more kisses, Cayla." said Dewa increasingly spoiled.

"Hem ... since when have you become spoiled like this Dew?" Cayla asked with a flushed face.

"Since my wife is going to become a mother. I have to be a little spoiled before my children are born and take my wife's love." said the god in a deep voice.

Cayla was silent, truly God's words had made him embarrassed.

"Is it possible that your love and attention will be lessened, Cayla?" asked the god with a full gaze.

Cayla shook her head quickly.