We can be lovers

Xcelia yawned and sat up, smiling as she saw how peaceful Hood looked.

Hood rolled over disturbed by Xcela sitting up and fell back in to a deeper sleep.

Xcelia looked down at the sleeping John.

John lay there perfectly still except for his breathing and the occasional twiching of his nose.

Xcelia stroked John, smiling faintly.

John stired and lept to his feet whinning loadly and barking.

"Shhh, it's alright." Xcelia soothed gently.

John continued the sound waking Hood. "What?" He said groggily.

"John's barking..." Xcelia muttered, unsure how to calm the puppy.

Hood looked up at the clock. "Oh, he's just hungry. Pushy little thing isn't he." Hood swund his legsoff the bed.

Xcelia smiled faintly, "Yeah..."

Hood went over and sniffed the bottle of milk on the side. "We should really try and get some goats milk rather than this stuff." He refilled the glove and carried it back to the bed.

"What's wrong with it?" Xcelia shifted slightly.

Hood looked up at her, "Nothing it's just healthier, it's got more anti bodis or something, but a puppy fed on goats milk always gets bigger and is healthier than on cow milk."

"Oh." Xcelia looked at John and smiled sheepishly, "If he gets too big he might eat us."

"Nah, most husky's are big softies." said hood ruffleing John's fur.

Xcelia chuckled quietly and leant back against the pillows.

Hood picked up the still yapping John and sat him on his lap gently opening the puppies mouth and slipping the glove in before whipping his fingers out of the way. "There you go baby woof"

"Baby woof's happy now." Xcelia muttered, chewing on a hangnail.

"Ohh for the little joys." said Hood smiling at the way John attacked the glove.

Xcelia smiled and stretched out slowly, stomach throbbing.

Hood looked over at her. "You want to take over the feeding for a bit?" He asked.

Xcelia frowned, "I can try..."

Hood lifed John with one hand under his stomach holding the glove in the other John seemed not to notice he was so intent on drinking.

Xcelia slowly took the glove and fed John, brow furrowed ever so slightly.