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"I want to hold you in my arms. Close enough to make you feel what you do to my heart. I want to take your hand and walk you through my dreams, just to show you how much you mean to me."

"Have you thought of a name yet, amor?" [Love] Alvaro asked, his eyes watching Genevieve as she pet both the dogs by their ears.

They were preparing for bed now, but somehow, Genevieve managed to convince him to let the dogs inside their room. They were trained to stay outside, by their doghouse and the garage, but his little wife wanted them to sleep with her in the room.

Nice. He had competition with the two dogs now.

How did he even approve of this? With this two mutts inside their room?

Oh, right. Genevieve's wide eyes and pouty lips made him do it. That's why.

He sighed, Genevieve wasn't even paying attention to him. Her full attention was on the two dogs who were obviously enjoying her coos and pets.

Maybe he shouldn't have adopted them. It was a wrong idea.

But somehow, seeing his wife happy made it all worth it. Even if it seems like she adores them more than him.

Did she, though? Adore him? They've only been married for a day but Alvaro knew that he was whipped. Her small smiles, her blushing cheeks and just her was enough for him.

He adored her. He was ready to worship the ground she walked on if she asked. He would do anything for her.

"Huh? What was that?"

It was like a decade before she answered, and it wasn't even an answer. She didn't hear his question earlier because of the dogs.

He badly wanted to kick them out. If only he could.

"Names, amor." [Love] he repeated, his eyes not leaving her. He was seated at the leather chair by the corner of their room, Genevieve was on the floor by the bed. And the dogs were beside her.

That was his spot.

"Oh!" her eyes shined, but dimmed right after "Not-not yet. I don't know what I should name them."

Her eyes met his, and there goes her pout once again. It was like she was begging him to kiss her.

"Help me, please?" she said, her eyes begging. He already knew his answer. Anything for her.

"Of course, mi querida." [My darling] he replied, a small smirk was forming on his lips. "Anything."

"So-so I was thinking... maybe something cute? Or something soft like them? Both of them are just so soft and cute and soft. I can't help myself! I could just squish them to death! But of course, I won't hurt them. I can't hurt them! They're too precious to be hurt!"

She was babbling on and on. It was entertaining.

"I just-I don't know what to name them! There's so many to consider? Should it be a color? Food? Like cupcake? Or like an adjective? I really don't know!" she turned to him, her eyes still begging. Her lips was on a full pout and she put her hands together, both her knees on the floor "Help me please, Alvaro. Pretty please"

Mierda. [Fuck] The things he wanted to do to her.

She didn't know the effect she had on him, and what her words does to him. He wanted to tease her or punish her about it, but not yet. She wasn't ready for that just yet.

But her lips. God her lips. So pink and plump and waiting to be kissed. He haven't even kissed her yet but he was already addicted.

He cleared his throat, clearing his head of his thoughts. Those thoughts included him staring down at Genevieve while he had his cock in her small mouth, gagging and her eyes watering, begging for more.

He couldn't wait to take her.

But all in the right time. When she was ready and ready to give him her consent.

'All in the right time, Alvaro. All in the right time.'

"Have you any ideas in mind?" he asked, asking for her thoughts. It was all on her to name them of course. He just had to push her imagination.

Even though her own was already enough.

"Well-uhm-they're both so cute and fluffy and sweet." she started, and it was the start of her babbling once again. "I just want to cuddle them all day. They're so fluffy! And sweet, too! They're like candy!"

He smiled, she was just too pure. He's said it so many times and he was willing to repeat it a hundred times over. It was the truth, after all.

She was the epitome of innocence and purity.

She was so good to be true.

"Like gummy bears, or chocolate! Or fruits, too. Soft like strawberries and sweet like cherries." Genevieve sighed, her mind overflowing with ideas of names. She continued on mumbling, her lips moving, but her voice was too low to be heard by him.

He let her drown in her thoughts. He liked watching her babble and babble about.

All of a sudden, Genevieve stopped mumbling and her eyes widened. Her mouth parted, too. It didn't help the problem in his lower regions.

Her whole face just shouted 'Big Idea!' and she was so adorable.

"I know!" she jumped, her excitement evident. She hopped about and neared him too, it was like she was dancing and prancing at the same time. It was messy movement, but she looked so elegant.

"I know, I know, Alvaro! I got it!" she squealed, her cheeks reddening from excitement "Marshmallow and Cottoncandy!"

Well, he couldn't say it was unexpected. All she could describe them as was soft and cuddly and sweet after all. But he couldn't stop his forehead from creasing a bit. It was... glazed with sweetness.

"Hmm" he hummed, waiting for her to continue. Whatever her decision was, even if it was too sweet for him, he'd agree.

Anything for her.

"Marshmallow for you..." she started, gesturing at the black Rottweiler and hugging him all over "because you're so soft and fluffy and I could squish you all day. You're like a giant chocolate marshmallow, Marshmallow!"

"And you" she gestured to the big Dobermann on her other side, the one who was cuddling the side of her legs and begging for attention. Alvaro's eyes squinted at him, he didn't like the way the mutt was acting.

"You're Cottoncandy! You're just so sweet and cuddly! You like me hugging you, don't you? Don't you, baby Cottoncandy? You're so soft, too. Both of you!"

She was delighted with her choices, who was he to complain.

Minutes later, Alvaro convinced Genevieve that it was time for bed. Her eyes were also getting droopy. Exhaustion was getting to her. It was almost eleven in the evening.

After getting ready for bed, showering and saying goodnight to Marshmallow and Cottoncandy, Genevieve stood by the left side of the giant bed. It was unlike her former one. This was soft, too, but it was so gigantic! It's like 10 Genevieves could fit in here.

She giggled. Having nine other Genevieve would be so fun, they would be able to play all day.

Her train of thoughts stopped when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. It was her husband.

A blush blossomed on her cheeks. Alvaro was so sweet, like the dogs. He also liked touching her and cuddling her.

Should she name him too?

No, he had his own name.

'I could go for a nickname, though?' she thought 'What's a good one?'

"Ready for bed, Evie?" he asked, he was so close!

His mouth was near her ear and his breath was tickling her. His arm was wrapped around her, too. And his chest was plastered on her back. He was so, so close! They're like honey stuck together!

"Uh huh."

"Hmm. Vamos a dormir, mi querida." [Let's go sleep, my darling] he ushered her to the bed. He saw how her cheeks reddened as he held her by her waist. She was so adorable.

Genevieve took the left side of the bed, Alvaro on the other. He turned her to him, they were now facing each other. He wrapped his arms around her again and lay her head on his chest.

They were still so, so close!

"Duerma bien, mi amor." [Sleep tight, my love] he whispered, watching as his wife's eyes slowly closed, drifting into sleep.

"Sleep tight, my love." it was like an automatic switch on her to translate that simple phrase, not knowing that she said it out loud. It was only a whisper, but he heard it loud and clear.

Alvaro smiled, leaning in to kiss Genevieve's forehead and nose.

Precious.

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"I want to hold you in my arms. Close enough to make you feel what you do to my heart. I want to take your hand and walk you through my dreams, just to show you how much you mean to me."

"Have you thought of a name yet, amor?" [Love] Alvaro asked, his eyes watching Genevieve as she pet both the dogs by their ears.

They were preparing for bed now, but somehow, Genevieve managed to convince him to let the dogs inside their room. They were trained to stay outside, by their doghouse and the garage, but his little wife wanted them to sleep with her in the room.

Nice. He had competition with the two dogs now.

How did he even approve of this? With this two mutts inside their room?

Oh, right. Genevieve's wide eyes and pouty lips made him do it. That's why.

He sighed, Genevieve wasn't even paying attention to him. Her full attention was on the two dogs who were obviously enjoying her coos and pets.

Maybe he shouldn't have adopted them. It was a wrong idea.

But somehow, seeing his wife happy made it all worth it. Even if it seems like she adores them more than him.

Did she, though? Adore him? They've only been married for a day but Alvaro knew that he was whipped. Her small smiles, her blushing cheeks and just her was enough for him.

He adored her. He was ready to worship the ground she walked on if she asked. He would do anything for her.

"Huh? What was that?"

It was like a decade before she answered, and it wasn't even an answer. She didn't hear his question earlier because of the dogs.

He badly wanted to kick them out. If only he could.

"Names, amor." [Love] he repeated, his eyes not leaving her. He was seated at the leather chair by the corner of their room, Genevieve was on the floor by the bed. And the dogs were beside her.

That was his spot.

"Oh!" her eyes shined, but dimmed right after "Not-not yet. I don't know what I should name them."

Her eyes met his, and there goes her pout once again. It was like she was begging him to kiss her.

"Help me, please?" she said, her eyes begging. He already knew his answer. Anything for her.

"Of course, mi querida." [My darling] he replied, a small smirk was forming on his lips. "Anything."

"So-so I was thinking... maybe something cute? Or something soft like them? Both of them are just so soft and cute and soft. I can't help myself! I could just squish them to death! But of course, I won't hurt them. I can't hurt them! They're too precious to be hurt!"

She was babbling on and on. It was entertaining.

"I just-I don't know what to name them! There's so many to consider? Should it be a color? Food? Like cupcake? Or like an adjective? I really don't know!" she turned to him, her eyes still begging. Her lips was on a full pout and she put her hands together, both her knees on the floor "Help me please, Alvaro. Pretty please"

Mierda. [Fuck] The things he wanted to do to her.

She didn't know the effect she had on him, and what her words does to him. He wanted to tease her or punish her about it, but not yet. She wasn't ready for that just yet.

But her lips. God her lips. So pink and plump and waiting to be kissed. He haven't even kissed her yet but he was already addicted.

He cleared his throat, clearing his head of his thoughts. Those thoughts included him staring down at Genevieve while he had his cock in her small mouth, gagging and her eyes watering, begging for more.

He couldn't wait to take her.

But all in the right time. When she was ready and ready to give him her consent.

'All in the right time, Alvaro. All in the right time.'

"Have you any ideas in mind?" he asked, asking for her thoughts. It was all on her to name them of course. He just had to push her imagination.

Even though her own was already enough.

"Well-uhm-they're both so cute and fluffy and sweet." she started, and it was the start of her babbling once again. "I just want to cuddle them all day. They're so fluffy! And sweet, too! They're like candy!"

He smiled, she was just too pure. He's said it so many times and he was willing to repeat it a hundred times over. It was the truth, after all.

She was the epitome of innocence and purity.

She was so good to be true.

"Like gummy bears, or chocolate! Or fruits, too. Soft like strawberries and sweet like cherries." Genevieve sighed, her mind overflowing with ideas of names. She continued on mumbling, her lips moving, but her voice was too low to be heard by him.

He let her drown in her thoughts. He liked watching her babble and babble about.

All of a sudden, Genevieve stopped mumbling and her eyes widened. Her mouth parted, too. It didn't help the problem in his lower regions.

Her whole face just shouted 'Big Idea!' and she was so adorable.

"I know!" she jumped, her excitement evident. She hopped about and neared him too, it was like she was dancing and prancing at the same time. It was messy movement, but she looked so elegant.

"I know, I know, Alvaro! I got it!" she squealed, her cheeks reddening from excitement "Marshmallow and Cottoncandy!"

Well, he couldn't say it was unexpected. All she could describe them as was soft and cuddly and sweet after all. But he couldn't stop his forehead from creasing a bit. It was... glazed with sweetness.

"Hmm" he hummed, waiting for her to continue. Whatever her decision was, even if it was too sweet for him, he'd agree.

Anything for her.

"Marshmallow for you..." she started, gesturing at the black Rottweiler and hugging him all over "because you're so soft and fluffy and I could squish you all day. You're like a giant chocolate marshmallow, Marshmallow!"

"And you" she gestured to the big Dobermann on her other side, the one who was cuddling the side of her legs and begging for attention. Alvaro's eyes squinted at him, he didn't like the way the mutt was acting.

"You're Cottoncandy! You're just so sweet and cuddly! You like me hugging you, don't you? Don't you, baby Cottoncandy? You're so soft, too. Both of you!"

She was delighted with her choices, who was he to complain.

Minutes later, Alvaro convinced Genevieve that it was time for bed. Her eyes were also getting droopy. Exhaustion was getting to her. It was almost eleven in the evening.

After getting ready for bed, showering and saying goodnight to Marshmallow and Cottoncandy, Genevieve stood by the left side of the giant bed. It was unlike her former one. This was soft, too, but it was so gigantic! It's like 10 Genevieves could fit in here.

She giggled. Having nine other Genevieve would be so fun, they would be able to play all day.

Her train of thoughts stopped when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. It was her husband.

A blush blossomed on her cheeks. Alvaro was so sweet, like the dogs. He also liked touching her and cuddling her.

Should she name him too?

No, he had his own name.

'I could go for a nickname, though?' she thought 'What's a good one?'

"Ready for bed, Evie?" he asked, he was so close!

His mouth was near her ear and his breath was tickling her. His arm was wrapped around her, too. And his chest was plastered on her back. He was so, so close! They're like honey stuck together!

"Uh huh."

"Hmm. Vamos a dormir, mi querida." [Let's go sleep, my darling] he ushered her to the bed. He saw how her cheeks reddened as he held her by her waist. She was so adorable.

Genevieve took the left side of the bed, Alvaro on the other. He turned her to him, they were now facing each other. He wrapped his arms around her again and lay her head on his chest.

They were still so, so close!

"Duerma bien, mi amor." [Sleep tight, my love] he whispered, watching as his wife's eyes slowly closed, drifting into sleep.

"Sleep tight, my love." it was like an automatic switch on her to translate that simple phrase, not knowing that she said it out loud. It was only a whisper, but he heard it loud and clear.

Alvaro smiled, leaning in to kiss Genevieve's forehead and nose.

Precious.

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