|Mars look at him and smile as she place her hands on top of him, "Spoiling me, hmmm? Well I better prepare for the treatment!" She joked before kissing him.|
He shrugged playfully. “I may make dinner every so often,” he joked and chuckled at her. But then his face became more serious. “Mars… you are -not- going to be doing any magic when everything… develops,” he insisted. He was worried anything would drain her, or the baby.