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Once she got a taste of falling asleep with his arms around her, it was difficult to sleep in any other position. Waking up without him in bed with her always made her frown, but she knew he was an early riser.

He would wake up early because of his internal clock, not because he wanted to leave her alone in a warm bed that would turn cold without his unnaturally high body temperature.

He would go out into the sea with his pelt on and swim until he felt ready to go back on land. Occasionally, he would catch fish for his breakfast if he didn't feel like making human food that day or if he decided grilled fish could be a good meal for his imprint that night.

She still hadn't asked him where he kept his pelt, but she knew it was a sensitive subject to talk about so she decided against it. Selkies were very protective of their pelt, as it controlled whether or not they had freedom.

"Welcome back," she greeted.

He smiled, walking up to her and rubbing his nose against the top of her head. She sighed, nudging her head against his nose.

It was an odd action she loved. He reminded her of a small and curious puppy. He would always return home to her and shower her in affection.

"How was your swim?" she questioned.

"Good," he murmured before pressing a kiss to the top of her head and moving away in order to strip and take a shower.

"I'm glad. Any requests for dinner?"

He hummed, turning on the shower. "Pasta?"

"Okay."

The next fifteen minutes were spent with the shower running in the background and the sound of Florence dicing tomatoes. 

He walked out of the shower with a towel around his waist, drifting into the kitchen where the smell of meatballs were wafting through the air.

"Smells nice," he complimented.

"Thank you."

"Need help?"

She paused in grabbing the pasta out of a cupboard. "Maybe put some clothes on?"

He shrugged, a coy smile on his face. "If you say so."

"Pregnant Witch says so," she retorted.

He grinned. "Say it again."

"Pregnant Witch?"

"Just the pregnant part is fine."

She smiled at him. "I'm pregnant, Steve. Go get dressed."

"Whatever you say, pregnant Witch."