“Why wouldn’t he like it?” he smiles. “I mean, this is Heaven on Earth. Especially now that you’re here.”
He makes me blush with his comment, as he usually does.
“I don’t know… it’s that I need for him to approve of it,” I smile.
“I think no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop being daddy’s girl,” he hugs me. “And, that’s OK. As long as you allow us to love you equally.”
“Of course,” I hug him back.
We stay like that for a while, just hugging. Even the baby decides to take part, and kicks a few times.
“Whoa there, cowboy!” Anderson moves away and presses his hand against my belly. “That’s some kick.”
“Try feeling it from the inside,” I chuckle.
At that moment, the door opens, and Fynn peeks in. His face is slightly sun-kissed from all the time we spend outside here. Surprisingly, he has been hands on with the twins, just as much as Anderson is. Even though, I can’t say I expected that. He always seemed like he’d be the type of dad who would just pat his kids on the forehead, tell them they’re doing a good job, then retire to his study. But, he has surprised me – in so many ways.
He walks over to us, and smiles.
“How are we doing today?” he asks.
“Still pregnant,” I grin.
“Still glowing,” he replies.
“Oh, you,” I pinch his cheek. “I was thinking – “
But, I’m not allowed to continue. Someone is shouting from the room across the hallway.
“Looks like they’re up,” Anderson sighs. “I’ll go get them. Meet you downstairs in the kitchen.”
With those words, he leaves the bedroom, and gives us a few more moments alone. I appreciate every second spent with my men, especially because they are sometimes gone for a bit longer, and the house always feels so empty without them. However, that makes our time together all the more precious.
“You know what occurred to me this morning?” Fynn suddenly asks me.
He is standing in front of me, wearing a shirt and trousers. He has dressed up for today. I appreciate it, because I know how much he dislikes it.
“What?”
“I never thanked you.”
I look at him, puzzled, not sure what he’s referring to.
“Thanked me for what, Fynn?”
“For saving me.”
His words are soft. I can tell they’re coming straight from the heart, from some inner pocket that he’s never opened before. Not until now.
“Where is this coming from now?” I smile at him gently, cupping his face with my hands.
His eyes are cavernous, gazing at me like I’m a well of beauty and power.
“You’ve given me so much,” he continues. “You’ve changed me in more ways than one. And, I never thanked you for the most important thing.”
“You can thank me now…”
He goes down to his knee, and takes my hands into his. He brings them to his lips, and covers them in a bunch of little kisses. Then, he presses my hands to his cold cheek.
“Thank you…”
His words seal the air between us, filling it up with love, gratitude, adoration. I help him up, and we hug each other tightly. My nose digs into his neck. My stomach pokes at his. But, nothing matters, as long as I have him, and Anderson, in my arms.
I want us to stay together like this, always. I want all of my breaths to be linked with theirs. I want always to be able to keep listening to their hearts beating the sound of my name.
Always.
Always.
Always.
*****
THE END
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That's the sales pitch I got after being rescued by the tribe of dragon shifters that live in the mountains above my town.
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CHAPTER ONE
ALICE FORREST
The night seemed darker, under the cover of heavy clouds. It was threatening to rain, and smelled like an oncoming storm as I pulled my hood up tighter around my face and ducked my head, hurrying through the narrow path that led from the tavern to my house.
Everyone else had remained, sharing drinks and the leftover food that the kitchens had cooked, laughing to themselves over inside jokes I wasn't invited to. It had been that way since I started working there, since I moved from a smaller town on the edge of the mountain range.
I wasn't good at making friends. Never had been. I had been a big fish in a small pond back home, much smarter than everyone around me, and honestly it was still true here. And I was good at reading people, but in a way that tended to make them uncomfortable.
People didn't like being around someone that could see right through the social constructs and meaningless platitudes and get to the heart of what they were – or weren't – saying. And yeah, I probably could do more about keeping my mouth shut and playing nice, but it didn't seem worth the effort for something as plebian as a social group who would rather drink their intelligence away than anything else.
The trees swayed above my head as the wind began to pick up, and I pulled my thick clothes tighter around my body, hurrying along. It was a near half-hour walk back to my home on the edge of the forest, which grew in thick clusters at the foot of the mountain.
The forest was almost whisper quiet, aside from the creaking branches and rustling leaves. Storms tended to hit this part of the world hard, and everything was hunkered down to wait it out. If I didn't hurry, I would certainly be caught in it, and end up with mud caked up to my thighs and soaked through.
It was cold, and grew colder as the path opened to the little clearing that marked halfway home. I don't know, to this day, what made me pause and look up. But I did.
The clouds were a little thinner, blown out by the wind so that I could see higher up the mountain. This village was in the heart of dragon country, and there was a known roost high up in the mountains. On a clear day, if you were lucky, you could see the great beasts flying to and from their caves, carrying their hunts or going out to forage for gems. The mountain was well-known for being rich in minerals, and to my understanding, there was an agreement amongst the people who lived nearby and the dragons that lived on top of it.