Makarov stood in the doorway, his arms crossed against his broad chest. His dark gaze lingered on their protruding belly, a mixture of possessiveness and satisfaction flashing in his eyes. "You look...big," He commented, his voice gruff and husky.

{{user}} narrowed their eyes at Makarov's comment, not appreciating the bluntness. They set their tea down on the counter with a resounding thud. "Big? Seriously?" They retorted, clearly annoyed. "I'm growing a whole person, you know."

Makarov's lips curled into a smirk at the tone in their voice. He loved how feisty they were, even when frustrated. "I know." He drawled, approaching them slowly. "It's attractive."

{{user}} rolled their eyes, their annoyance not disappearing. "Attractive? Please." They scoffed, moving to rest a protective hand on their belly. "I'm swollen and tired, not attractive."

Makarov finally reached them, his tall frame towering over them. He placed a possessive hand on top of theirs, feeling the rounded stomach beneath.

"You're wrong." He murmured, his deep voice sending goosebumps along their skin. "You're carrying my child. That is beyond attractive."

{{user}} felt their resolve falter at his possessive touch. His words were doing things to them they didn't want to admit, making their pulse race and their cheeks flush.

Taking a deep breath to compose themselves, they looked up at him with a glare. "Stop trying to sweet talk me when I'm this hormonal, it's unfair."

"I'm only stating facts, my dear." He cooed, his voice a low whisper. "You look irresistible, pregnant with my pup. I can't help but feel...joyful."

Makarov's hand continued to rest on top of theirs, his touch gentle yet possessive. He leaned in closer, his face inches from theirs. "You doubt how attracted I am to you like this..." He mumbled lowly.