Page 67 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

“I am,” I said.

There was no denying the fact. It was true, and I was ready—mostly—to move on to the next stage. Acceptance and planning. Damon had already gone wild with preparing for the baby, but there was so much more to it than just building a crib and the like. It was time we got to work on that.

“I guess, then, we need to ask a serious question in regard to that,” he said, quite obviously working himself up to ask it.

“What question is that?”

“You and I,” he said, bulldozing his way right through the tension. “Are we going to give it a shot and try to make it work to create a family? Or is that not something you want.”

“There’s no doubt in your mind?” I asked, his tone making it quite clear what option he wanted to choose.

“None.” It was a simple answer, given without hesitation and backed up with all the confidence I wish I felt.

That wasn’t, however, to say I felt none. There was definitely something there. More than just physical. There were certainly no issues with our attraction. We’d slept together several times now, and each time, it was just as heated and intense as the first. If anything, the more often we gave ourselves to one another, the better it got.

There was more to a relationship than that, however. There were other things. Like kind gestures, such as organizing a surprise party. Or butterflies in the stomach when the other person winked at you. Or kissed you. Or held you close.

“Okay,” I said.

“Really?”

I nodded. “Yes. Let’s give it a try.”

Those same butterflies returned as Damon came close, cupping my chin to kiss me softly and slowly. The tender hesitation was actually kind of cute, given how it was the polar opposite of his usual confident attitude.

“So, what now?” I asked as he pulled away.

“The bedroom.”

I smiled. “Maybe later,” I said. “I’m not really in the mood to be ravished right now.”

“No, not that,” he said. “I’ll take you up on that mention of later, don’t you worry, but no, that’s not what I was referring to. You asked what now. If we’re going to make this official, then it needs to become the bedroom. Not mine or yours. You’re already sleeping in the same house as me. Why not the same bed? Stop sleeping in the guest suite.”

If he’d told me I should come move into his bedroom, I may have declined. But that wasn’t what he was proposing. Instead, Damon wanted to make it ours. To share it.

“Okay,” I said slowly. “That seems fair. I’ll get my stuff.”

He grinned from ear to ear, a hint of boyish youth emerging. “I’ll go clean some drawers and closet space for you.”

“I don’t have too much stuff,” I pointed out. “Just a couple of human clothes, the new glanis you bought me, and then bathroom stuff.”

“That’s going to change,” he called over his shoulder as he hurried off. “Don’t pretend like it won’t.”

I shrugged and headed for the guest room. It wasn’t like he was wrong. A girl needed options after all. Not to mention maternity clothes. Though I suspected the glanis would end up being comfortable to wear throughout. There was plenty of material in the traditional dragon garb, and they were fairly stretchy. Perhaps I would have a collection of them.

Gathering up my meager belongings took no time at all, as I’d said. Two armfuls were all I needed. Damon, meanwhile, was moving around like a hurricane when I entered what was to become our bedroom.

“Not so sure I need this much space,” I said, glancing at the empty closet and contents of drawers strewn across the bed. “Yet.”

Damon just grinned. “If we’re going to do this and go in as equals, then I have to act like you’re an equal. Which means splitting things with you. Even if my stuff is twice as massive.”

“Yeah, but you wear the same stuff all the time. So, you don’t need nearly as much.”

“Ahh, see, we’re already acting like a couple,” he joked. “Talking about how much clothing you need and how you need more space for it.”

I rolled my eyes. “Hoo, boy. What have I gotten myself into.”

“You have no idea,” he said with a laugh as I started to put the few things I had into drawers, like the socks and underwear he’d procured for me along with the glanis.

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