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He was going to have a baby.
“You’re not selfish.”You’re the least selfish dragon I know. We’ll get back to trading and singing and dancing and eating in a moment.Sloan kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He took a deep, deep breath, then let himself relax. He had a mate, a home, friends, and safety.
It was the perfect time to add to their hive.
Chapter
Sixteen
Ababy.
They were going to have a baby.
Sloan accepted congratulations all night at the fall festival. He ran a lot of interference for poor Tyr, who was overwhelmed, and who wanted to just enjoy himself.
Shit, he even enlisted Brayden and Harden and Cade to help when it was time to dance.
He wanted to give Tyr his perfect night, dammit.
Tyr was standing at the edge of the dance area, tapping his foot and sipping his tea, when Sloan finally came to him.
Sloan slipped his mask down over his face, pulled out the fall flower Harden had handed him to give his mate, and moved to bow in front of Tyr with a flourish.
“Good dragon, may I have this dance?”
Tyr’s lips parted, and a rush of pleasure and desire flooded their bond. “I would love nothing more. Nothing, sir dragon.”
“Wonderful.” He handed over the flower, which Tyr tucked into a little loop on his tunic, and he pulled his mate out into the throng of villagers. The music reminded him of a ren faire, and he got the steps pretty quickly, so off they went.
Tyr’s happiness was like a drug, and he sipped at it, letting himself become drunk on the emotions, the pure joy that his lover fed him.
I could dance with you for an eternity,he vowed.
I accept. I will dance with you until you stop asking.
Never.He swept Tyr around gently. His mate was not yet showing signs of morning sickness or any other time sickness, but he didn’t want to bring it on, either.Not that he was going to treat his sturdy mate like spun glass, but he wanted to show some care. And he kept their gazes locked, letting Tyr know he was so very desired.
Tyr’s pupils flared, and Sloan stole a quick kiss, letting it burn for a brief second and set them both alight.
Hand gripping his, Tyr danced with him, joy shining from him, his braids swinging, his scales rattling. Sloan had never seen anything more lovely, and he was damn happy to have given Tyr this night the way he’d dreamed of it.
The crowd was beginning to thin, couples sneaking off away from the fire.
Where are they going?
Tyr chuckled softly.Where do you think? They’re finding a quiet piece of grass.
Oh, he wasn’t sure he approved. He didn’t need to be bedding his pregnant mate on the cold grass. No. They had a luxurious bed with blankets and light and pillows.
Somewhere he could easily feed his mate in the morning and pamper him.
Laughing, Tyr put a hand on Sloan’s chest. “You should see your face.”
“I’m wearing a mask.”
“But I can still see what you think of that. We’ll have to take all of our trade goods home anyway. Some need to go into cold storage. But we can dance a while longer, yes?”
