Page 48 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

“Yes?” he frowned. “How else are you going to get them around when they’re infants?”

“You … you … you strap them in?” I stammered. “Nope. No way. Not happening. I’m not—”

“It’s perfectly safe,” he assured me.

Tried to assure me would be more accurate. My head was still shaking in complete and utter denial at the entire concept.

“You’ll be stuck here for years, then,” he countered. “Unable to ever leave if you refuse to take a baby on dragonback. You know, things we dragons have been doing for centuries.”

“We don’t even know I’m actually preg—”

I rushed for the bathroom.

“You were saying?” Damon asked a moment later as he followed me to the door, resting far too comfortably against the wall.

“I want proof,” I said, the boxes of baby things forgotten about for the moment. “Even if it’s just a stick to pee on. I need something more concrete than ‘your dragon says so’.”

“We don’t have those here,” he said softly. “We just sort of wing it.”

“I hate you,” I muttered through another bout of morning sickness. “How long have you been waiting to use that line?”

“Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad, was it?” he asked, smirking. “Seriously, on a scale of one to ten, how—okay, okay, I’m going!”

He laughed as I pulled the roll of toilet paper free and chucked it at him.

“I can take you to a dragon healer,” he said from a point of safety farther outside the bathroom. “It’s the closest we have. If that works?”

“You have those?”

“Broken bones often need setting,” he explained. “And they can help with a few other things.”

He didn’t elaborate.

“Okay,” I said. “That would be nice. And appreciated. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Sorry for throwing toilet paper at you.” I got up to flush, wash my face, and use some mouthwash.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure I could work on my timing better.”

“Maybe.” I smiled. “So, when can we go see one of these healers?”

“I’ll set up an appointment. Maybe we can get in to see the sovereign’s palace healer. That way, we can kill several birds with one stone.”

“How?”

“You can meet her, for starters, and to read a bit more about the prior human birth, if there’s anything more to it. Help put you at ease. And then, perhaps, ask her or Vicek about the bonding process with humans. Just, you know, to learn more. That’s all,” he said, holding up his hands at my reaction.

“What bonding process? What does that—”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Both our heads whipped around.

“Are you expecting more deliveries?” I asked.

“No,” Damon said, sliding forward until he was between the door and me, his entire posture completely changing as he moved, protecting me from whoever it was. “No, I’m not. Nor am I waiting on anyone. Stay here while I see who it is.”

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