THIRD PERSON'S POV
Next day, everyone were in the living after lunch talking about random stuff or business. Eliora was in her room, and Azriel was in kitchen, preparing juice for her.
"Look at our friend being a wife slave!" Aaron tease Azriel and stand against the counter.
"Say it, bro, but when you'll be at my place and your wife will be pregnant than I'll say this to you too." Azriel rolled his eyes and continue squeezing fresh orange juices in juicer machine.
"Well, I'm not getting married. Anytime in my life." Aaron shrugged his shoulders. Azriel and Matteo looked at him with same expression.
Are you sure about that?.
"I'm proud of my friend. He's a good husband and father..... that's a different thing that he forced Eliora to drink juice." Matteo said patted Azriel's shoulder.
"Hey, I do this because she doesn't drink juice. And juice is good for health." Azriel explained and poured the juice in glass.