T.Stepfather 5: The Breakfast Proposal

Life had gotten on top of Eve that night, and she couldn't stay in the palace, not with him. Her mind was all over the palace, unsure whether to be happy about having a new brother or sister, or scared for that very reason; her mother been made pregnant by him, Alexander Greywater! Ddraigtanto was well and truly screwed, most literally, and so was Eve. She couldn't stay, at least for that night.

She'd gone to Olivia, whom she knew was lonely and, much like her, was not in a good place. Ollie was very happy to see Eve; when Eve asked to stay over, the ice dragoness was more than happy to oblige, enjoying one another for the rest of the night...

Eve was the first to wake, finding herself tightly in the embrace of her lover beneath the sheets, Olivia's tail entwined with her's. Eve smiled, Ollie was such a beautiful dragoness, from the way she slept with her, nobody would ever know it was in fact Olivia who was the tomboy of the couple.

Eve nuzzled her lover's snout, and Olivia slowly blinked into life.
"Mornin' Ollie..." Eve smiled.
"Morning..." Olivia yawned, rubbing her eyes slightly. "...You were great last night."
"I needed it last night." Eve commented: "...Stuff's getting pretty hard back home. And seeing you here all alone in this empty house is really sad."
"They will be coming back soon." Olivia retored, albiet in a deflated tone: "...But, yeah. It's official I think. Mum's going to be moving in with Logan. I think he's even going to propose at some point, it would make sense."
Eve frowned, sitting up in bed: "...But, what about you?"
The ice dragoness sighed: "It's a big step, but Logan makes my mother happy. She loves him, and I love him too. He's a really good dad. Kinda like Ddraig, only like when she was a guy."
"Yeah, and instead, I now have..."
"Don't mention the G word. Not right now, when you've got an empty belly for you to go grumpy on."
Eve rolled her eyes, but she hated to get annoyed around Ollie, so she relented, stroking the blue dragon's soft scarf: "I can't believe you wear your scarf to bed. I know there was some weird stuff where it wouldn't come off a few years ago, but now I literally never see you not wearing it."
Olivia blushed, that purple neckwear was the girliest thing about the young ice dragoness; it was given to her a long time ago as a gift, and ever since she always wore it in a once-around knot around her neck: She loved that thing. "So..." The ice dragon attempted to deflect Eve's comment: "...Cynder and Ddraig, who always wear metal bracelets, chokers and necklaces to bed get a free pass, but if I wear a scarf, that's weird?" She smirked: "Well, it's true." She teased. "It's magic. I simply cannot remove it no matter how I tug and pull! If I do, it gurgles and growls and chokes me like noose! Oh woe is me!"
"That's not funny Olivia, or have you forgotten what happened to Nex with his collar?"
"...Wow." Olivia snorted: "You really do get grumpy on an empty stomach..." The ice dragoness leaned in and gave a quick peck on the cheek. "...You get yourself washed up and beautiful. I'll do us some breakfast."
"Hey, not so fast..." Eve stopped Ollie, kissing her back, before climbing out of bed...

Eve had been soaking in the bathroom for no more than about ten minutes or so, but it had certainly helped her to relax; she slumped back into the warm, soapy water which put her mind at ease for the moment. Olivia was still pretty tentative about using the bath, so it never saw much use from her.
As she continued to bathe, she gradually became aware of the smell of frying bacon downstairs in the kitchen as Olivia cooked breakfast. The fire dragoness quickly finished up, dried herself off, and went down to join her partner.
Olivia was a much better cook than Eve, and it showed: Olivia had only done bacon sandwitches, but she'd added cheese, and it worked a treat!
"Thanks again for doing breakfast." Eve thanked Olivia as they finished their meal. "I needed that."
"That you did..." Olivia quipped: "Now, you weren't really all that coherant last night... You did tell me that Greywater's trying to force you out. What's going on?"
Eve sighed: "Well..." She paused: "Ddraig's pregnant. Greywater's the father. They slept together when they went to the Avalaria construction site last year."
Olivia gasped: "Really?! Oh my god!" A smile crept on her face. "Congratulations!"
"Yeah, thanks..." Eve snorted.
"But it's good news!" Olivia protested: "You're going to have another little brother or sister soon!"
"Yeah, I supposee..." She huffed: "but think about it. It'll be Ddraig's firstborn child, her heir... And, he was born out of wedlock, in a ruin!"
"Yeah, so? You don't care about that, do you?"
"It'll be devastating to Ddraig's credibility!" Eve protested, desperately delusional as to her reasons to be hostile.
"Ddraig's?" Olivia asked: "Ddraigtanto's? The empress whose eldest daughter is an adopted orphan, and her heir is the disowned daughter of her war opponent. Ddraig will bounce back from having a bastard. And stop calling it a bastard! It's going to be your own sibling!"
"I know, I know!" Eve flustered: "...I don't anything againt the baby!"
"Look, I've not met Greywater yet." Olivia spoke. "I hear what you say all the time, but I don't know for myself." She sighed: "...I just had a thought. It's so damn lonely in this house, so... Could I move in with you? It works for all of us! I get some proper company, and you get some backup against Greywater if he's the dickhead you say he is."
"I... I'd love that." Eve smiled. "I really would! But, what about Greywater? What if he has a problem with it?"
"Are you going to let that stop you? He's the King of the Netherlands, but you're the Princess of Avalar, your mother's his boss, and you're second in line to the throne until that child's born."
"Alright then... Okay!" Eve grinned: "You move in, and if Greywater has a problem, he can get stuffed! It'll be great!"