Page 53 of Under the Dragon's Spell
Adrian was sweet about it. Tired as he was, whenever he noticed me get distracted with negative thoughts, he tried to cheer me up.
"Have you thought about names yet?" he asked me one night, sitting cross legged on our bed while I was staring out the window, contemplating our situation.
"I admit, I haven't given it much thought." At this point, I only wanted the baby to be born happy and healthy and far away from my mother.
"Really? I have a list."
"You may pick a name then."
He pouted. "No. You need to like it, too."
"Alright. I suppose you have a point. What's on your list?"
"I'm not telling you until you've made a suggestion of your own." He grinned at me as I frowned. "Only one," he added. "C'mon."
"If I must." I sighed for effect, even though he wasn't bothering me that much. I liked to think about him and our child, though I truly hadn't thought of a name yet. I'd always figured he would have one, and that it would be perfect.
"So, what's it going to be?"
I closed my eyes for a moment, going through a list of names in my head. "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"
"I'm not sure, but let's say it's a boy."
"Fine." I liked the idea of a little boy with his features. "In that case, I think Taryn is a good name."
He tilted his head. "Why that one?"
"You wanted a name, not a reason."
"It's a good name."
"We have a custom of naming your first born son after your father, but I will never name any child of mine after that coward, so a grandfather's name it is."
Adrian gave me a soft smile. "I like that."
He stood from the bed and wobbled a little on his feet. I was at his side to steady him in an instant.
"Maybe you should sit back down."
He did, slowly. "Just got dizzy. I know you said this was going to be tough, but is this really normal?"
I took a deep breath, and admitted the truth. "To be honest, I'm a little concerned." That was an understatement. I wanted to strap him to a bed and feed him through a straw just to make sure he was going to be fine. I'd never thought I needed a mate, but now that I had Adrian, I couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to him. He was my perfect companion. The human I hadn't thought existed.
Funny how I'd wanted to see if he could resist me, and now it was I who couldn't resist him.
"Are you worried?" Adrian asked.
"I don't know how well versed human doctors are in these issues, but I'm going to make an appointment for you."
"Okay." He snuggled up to me as if I was a giant plush doll. I let him. "Do you think they'll be able to tell the gender?"
"Maybe. There's a possibility" But I wasn't concerned with our child's gender now. Only with my mate's well-being.
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ADRIAN
I know Tyrel tried to hide how worried he was on our way to the doctor's, but I could see it in his posture. The man was tense all over. I wanted to look forward to this appointment, to finding out more about my child, but it was difficult to do.
