Page 138 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
“Thanks, sugar butt.” He pecked my lips, grinned at me, and pulled out his phone.
I yawned and stretched. This was really exciting, and I didn’t want to miss it, but I also wanted to get some sleep. It could take literal hours for the dragon to hatch.
After Win got off the phone, Chaos and Ace were talking excitedly, which was cute.
I said to Win, “Oh, I have an air mattress upstairs. We could set it up in here for the kids, and you and I can nap on the couch—and Lyric, Maggie, and Nash, if they come early. We can all take turns keeping watch until it’s ready to come out completely.”
“That’s a good plan. I think those three are waiting until we text them that it’s actually happening.”
“That works.”
“Where’s the air mattress? I can go grab it.” I waved him off, but he grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Why don’t you move thecoffee table out of the way and maybe get some snacks and stuff while I get the air mattress and set it up?”
“Okay, fine. It’s in the last bedroom’s closet. On the floor.”
“Got it.” He gave me a wink and headed for the stairs.
“Miles!” An excited whisper woke me. “Miles, wake up!”
I jerked awake and hit my head on something hard.
A groan that sounded like Winter filled my ears, and I winced.
“Sorry, Win.”
“It’s okay. Didn’t need my chin, anyway.”
I snorted, turned from where I lay on his chest, and gave said chin a quick kiss before focusing on the teenager in front of me. “What’s up, Ace?”
He bounced on his toes. “The dragon’s hatching!”
My eyes widened, and I sat up, narrowly missing Win’s chin. “It is?”
Ace bounced in place again. “Yes! Come on!” He ran back over to the nest where Chaos was already sitting, staring at the egg.
I helped Win to his feet, and we lumbered over at a slower pace, and I pulled a chair over because I was way too tired to stand around at—I checked my phone—four o’clock in the morning.
Win sat in my chair before I could, and when I pouted at him, he pulled me onto his thigh. Since I was too tired to get another chair, I decided to allow it, and I focused on the dragon egg while he texted his sister and Lyric.
The last time I’d been awake, it’d been covered in many cracks, but it hadn’t actually broken open yet. Now, there was a nice chunk missing from the top, and I was pretty sure I could see a claw.
The claw moved, and I gasped at the same time as Ace. He let out that excited noise again that made Odin, Goliath, Sola, Clucky, and Confetti all come over to us.
So now the poor baby dragon had an entire crowd just… staring.
Lyric showed up in their pajamas—griffins all over their pants. Clearly, they were excited to get their baby griffin tomorrow, but they hadn’t wanted to miss this either.
They pulled a chair into the living room and took up residence beside Winter. The twins remained where they were, seated on the arms of the big armchair, as close to the nest as they could be without being inside it.
“This is so exciting,” Lyric whispered.
Win said, “It really is. Are you going to record it like we talked about?”
“Psh. Like you have to ask.”
The baby dragon’s claw moved again, and I watched in amazement as it pushed another big chunk of the eggshell off. The shell fell into the nest, and now, I could see a whole scaly arm—or leg. The scales were a shiny green and were reflecting the soft light in the living room.
I’d been told to keep the light dim when the hatchling first came out of the egg so it wasn’t such a shock to the system.
