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Amara's pov

Orian had a lot of sides to him and they were too much for a normal person to keep up with.

There was grumpy Orian, forest Orian, and daddy Orian. I loved when he was daddy Orian but there could be a new side that I would cherish, drunk Orian.

Drunk Orian worried about me leaving him and he could creep under beds with me. He made jokes about my forehead and kissed my stomach like he needed it to breathe. Drunk Orian turned me over in the middle of the night still heavy on the booze he had consumed. He pulled my dress up and massaged my ass with the same oil he had used when we were stranded in the forest with apologies coming from him repeatedly, being sorry for not doing it earlier, I think he called it aftercare.

And when he was done massaging and laying kisses on my ass cheeks, he turned us back to our previous position, nuzzling his face in my stomach and murmuring something about how our babies should look like me. He made the statement of how ug