>>8554
I want to tame his promiscuity and turn him into the shy, gentle, and caring male-wife he's meant to be so bad
>wake up from your peaceful sleep to a groggy Stolas gently prodding you
>one hand is on his belly trying to calm either a furious or a rather playful baby using his insides as a boxing ring; you have no idea which
>his soft voice meekly asks you if you can get out of bed to go get some midnight snacks and a hot water bottle for him
>return and come across him whispering to the baby while delicately rocking his gravid middle, watching the swollen mass sway back and forth with a definite heft to it
>you help lift him up from his pillow mountain and slide the bottle behind his back before letting him settle against it
>the tub of ice cream, jar of pickles, and various other bizarre snacks rest on a tray that he can't really reach around, owing to his tummy, so you just give him what he wants when he asks
>once his meal is over, he burps softly and apologizes fervently for being so impolite
>you put the tray on the bedside table and slide in next to him to poke a little fun at him by complimenting how motherly he looks
>when he starts melting from your teasing you ease up and alternate between stroking his head and giving his chin a little scratch
>lean right into his middle and give his sensitive gut a stern but mostly playful talking-to and some much-needed massages until it stops deforming from stray somersaults, as by this point the little tot's in a food coma
>kiss his feathery belly and Stolas himself goodnight before going back to sleep