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“We had Italian food,” Ronen rolled his eyes at Logan, and they both nodded, and said at the same time, “Garlic.”
“Yeah, I’ll be avoiding that from now on.”
“Thank you for doing this for us,” I told Logan, as we walked out to our respective vehicles.
“It’s no problem,” he assured us. “And, you don’t need to worry about me telling the fam. I won’t say anything until you do.”
“Thanks, Logan,” Ronen told him quietly, clutching the ultrasound picture tightly in his hand.
We waved good-bye and I helped Ronen up into my truck. Even though he didn’t need help, it still made me feel good to be able to do it.
Starting the ignition, I looked over at him. “Eggs? Really?”
“What?” He clicked his seatbelt. “It was a valid question. Dragons lay eggs. It’s a known fact. I,” he pointed to his chest, “do not want to lay an egg. At least, I would like some kind of heads up before that happens.”
“That’s fair,” I decided, heading back to my place.
I would need to talk to Papa about this. Did this mean Ronen wasn’t carrying a dragon? If we had more children, later on, and one was a dragon, would it be in an egg? Or did the fact that we were different shifter species come into it? So many questions.
We were quiet for the drive, both lost in our own thoughts about our baby, and our future.
“Mason,” Ronen laid his hand on my arm.
“Hmm?” Glancing over at him, I gave him a smile.
“Will you show him to me? Your dragon?”
Looking at the time, I nodded. “But not until it’s dark. I can’t take the chance of anyone seeing.”
“Is that why you have so many acres, away from people? So you can let your dragonout?”
“And I needed them for my animals,” I told him. “I’d like to get some beef cattle. Some more goats. Maybe some sheep. But yes, I needed a place for my dragon to be able to fly and not be noticed. I make sure it’s dark and I stay on my land.”
“I can’t wait to see him,” Ronen whispered, “I bet he’s magnificent.”
My dragon preened under the praise, content with our mate.
“I thought you’d be more excited when I told you,” I admitted. “With your tattoo and all.”
Ronen’s mouth fell open in a small O. “I…I think I was a little shocked at first. I mean, of all the things I had come up with that you might be, I did not have dragon on my bingo card.”
“Most people don’t. Now you know why I couldn’t tell you until I was sure of us.”
He laid a hand gently on my arm, his voice quiet. “And, you’re sure? Of us?”
Turning to look at him, I gave him a soft smile. Not wanting to remind him that I wasn’t the one who had needed a minute to wrap my head around the fact that we were fated. “I am. Are you?”
His free hand rested on his stomach, and he nodded. “It’s pretty amazing to think our baby is half dragon. Will they be able to fly? Breathe fire?”
“You sound way too excited by that prospect,” I muttered. “Can’t we just have a nice honey badger and be happy about it?”
Though I wasn’t sure nice was the best word to describe a honey badger.
“Ohhhh,” Now he sounded even more excited, rubbing his hands together like an evil cartoon villain. “A honey badger, dragon hybrid. Imagine what a little badassthey will be!”
“That’s a truly horrifying thought.”
He was grinning now, his eyes teasing me, and I rolled my eyes at him.
