Page 129 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
“I’m good, promise.”
He did seem fine, and I knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t risk us if he felt off even a little. So I nodded and put my seatbelt on.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Winter
We made it to Miles’s house quickly, and everyone took turns showering before meeting in the living room to build a nest for the egg. While we showered off the pixie dust, the egg was placed in one of the many cat beds with a blanket or three wrapped around it.
Miles was already looking into buying an incubator—not that I thought he’d find one big enough—or at least investing in some heated blankets or something else to either set the egg on or wrap it with. His house was warm enough for us humans and the animals, but apparently, a dragon egg needed a lot more heat.
Which I supposed made sense since they tended to breathe fire.
Miles stretched after placing yet another blanket over the egg. “Holy crap, my ribs feel soooooo much better.”
“You hurt your ribs?”
He nodded. “When I fell, yeah. And those little asshats seemed to know exactly where I was hurting because they kept dive-bombing right into my ribs. Ugh.”
“But you’re feeling better now?”
“A lot better. I’m just a little sore.”
“Good.” I was feeling a lot better than expected too.
When Miles had found me tied to that tree, I’d felt really out of it. I’d even felt out of it while we walked. But after Miles left Chaos’s shield to get the egg, and Aeson had been helping me stand, I’d suddenly felt… perfectly fine.
And I still felt fine. Good, even. That was so weird, but I’d take it.
Both kids seemed good and uninjured, which was a major relief.
We’d come out of that a lot luckier than I’d expected after the pixies had taken us all down and dragged us away from one another.
What little dickheads.
Shaking that off, I pulled Miles over to sit on the couch with me while the kids sat on the floor and played with the cats. I draped an arm over his shoulders and kissed his temple.
“You doing okay?”
He nodded, still looking at egg-related things on his phone. “Yeah, I’m good. Just want to make sure the egg’s okay. I think I’m going to order a heated blanket.”
“Don’t you have some of those self-heating blankets or cat beds? They reflect your heat off of the cat or whatever animal sits on them or something?”
His eyes widened. “Oh! I do have some of those.”
Before I could blink, he was out of his seat and running around the house, grabbing even more blankets and beds.
When he came back into the living room, I couldn’t even see his handsome face. He had a pile of blankets in his arms, and they were so high they were above his head.
He was going to break a leg or something like that.
I started to jump up to help him, but Ace beat me to it, grabbing a big armful of the blankets and helping Miles carry them over. The two of them got to work, setting the egg on a self-heating pad, then wrapping it in some of those blankets, then putting even more blankets around those.
If that egg wasn’t warm enough as is, I’d eat my foot.
When they were finished, Miles sat beside me and didn’t hesitate to snuggle into my side, making me smile and kiss his hair.
We turned on a movie, ordered some food, and snuggled in—thank god. We’d have to drive the kids back to their car eventually, but for now, we could relax.
