Page 39 of Ruling in Flames (Reborn 5)
“How?”
“Dreams, visions, pictures we draw.” She shrugged. “It was how I knew I was finally having a girl—you kept appearing to me in dreams and talking to me about flying. It was adorable.”
Something tugged on my mental strings, the situation sounding familiar, but I couldn’t quite grasp why.
“That’s sort of cool,” I admitted.
“I promise you, it will happen when it’s meant to,” my mom assured me, squeezing my hand. “The fates know what they’re doing, from placing you with your mates to bringing us here. While I have always imagined you taking the throne in my place, even after we lost you, I know this is where you’re meant to be, Maya. You will be an amazing leader.”
I couldn’t help but hug her, wrapping my arms around her as she made an emotional noise and hugged me back. After a long moment, I pulled back and offered her a watery smile. “Thank you. I needed that.”
“Anytime. I know tomorrow Nascha’s community will have an answer for you, so get some sleep.” My mom tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “Besides, I can hear your mates waking because of your absence.”
I nodded and stepped back before grabbing the door handle. “Night, Mom.”
“Goodnight, my Sol.”
As I stepped back into the room, a wave of emotions hit me, an immense appreciation. Henry was sitting up, a confused look on his face as I crawled back into bed between the two of them, letting out a happy sigh. Immediately they wrapped me up, and it was easy to fall back into the lull of sleep.
“Mommy.”
This time there was no confusion on my end, just realization as the piece of my previous dream connected to this moment and what my mom had told me. My eyes opened, and I saw the scene in a different light.
A young boy with curly chocolate hair with golden streaks sat cross-legged in front of me, offering me an excited smile. I began to see little traits of my mates in his features, and if I was to believe my mom, this could be my magic creating the concept of our future child. It was a bit jarring, but I loved it.
The idea of being a mother had always been appealing to me, not only to right the wrongs of everything I’d gone through, but because of the idea of watching a wide-eyed innocent grow up to live an entire life of their making… I mean, the possibilities were endless. I wanted to create a household and family that was filled with love so that all of our children would never go a day without questioning how much they were cared for.
“Hi,” I offered, completely focused on him. “You’re back.”
Technically we were both back since this was in my head.
“I missed you.” He shrugged.
Emotion clogged my throat. “Well, I sleep every night, so maybe this will happen more often? I’m sure we can hang out for a bit. Do you have any games you like to play?”
I understood that he wasn’t real, at least not yet, but he seemed to feed into the idea that he was, and I didn’t mind.
“Games? What are those?”
A sudden rumble had me freezing as a pop sounded, causing the boy to scamper to my side. I looked around, feeling defensive of the sudden intrusion into my dream… Until I saw a familiar figure walking towards us, a smile breaking onto my lips.
“Don’t worry, Henry is nice,” I promised. The boy peeked up from where he was hiding against my arm.
“Sweetheart.” Henry came forward and crouched down, examining my face. “Everything okay? I didn’t want to interrupt your dreaming—”
“I didn’t know you could do this,” I said, smiling with a slight blush. “This is really cool.”
“You were mumbling, so I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he explained, concern painted in his features before he looked down at the young boy. His eyes widened as he undoubtedly noted the same similarities I’d seen myself. It was also when I noticed that the boy’s wavy hair, despite being a different color, was the exact same texture as Henry’s.
“Who is this?” Henry asked curiously.
“He doesn’t have a name yet,” I explained.
“I will one day,” the boy said proudly.
Henry’s gaze filled with awe, and he looked up at me. “Is he—”
“I think so,” I whispered, my smile growing.
