Page 13 of Cam's Treasure

"You go first," Cam said after a moment, nodding at his dad.

William and Raiden shared a glance, and then he took a deep breath before looking at us. "After you left for your trip, and Amelia left for the Amazon, we got to talking, and we realized we want more kids." William smiled as he gazed over at Raiden with hearts in his eyes, and my eyes shot to Cam's, my surprise reflected in his green gaze.

"Are you going to adopt?" Cam asked after a moment, and William blinked, looking a little surprised. Did he think Cam would have a problem with it? He'd accepted Amelia fully when she'd joined the family more than ten years ago, and I had no doubt he'd love any future siblings just as much.

Raiden fielded his question, shaking his head as he clasped his hand around William's. "No. We thought about it, but it wouldbe practically impossible to find supe kids, and we're not quite ready to adopt a human kid and watch them grow old."

"Couldn't you turn them into a dragon like you did Cam?" I asked, and Raiden shook his head.

"I could only do that because Cam is William's biological son. My magic recognized him as an extension of William, so to speak, and that's why it worked."

I nodded in understanding, and Cam's hand slid into mine under the table. I gave it a comforting squeeze, and his lips curved just a little as he squeezed back.

"So...surrogacy then?" Cam asked, then tilted his head. "Or are you going to change your form?"

I knew dragons were genderless, and Raiden had offered to take on a female form when he first started dating William. I supposed he could take a female form now and have a kid that way.

But Raiden shook his head, a smile on his face as he glanced over at William. "No, nothing like that. We...we're doing it the dragon way."

Cam and I both stared at him, utterly confused. What was the dragon way?

"Eggs," Raiden elaborated when we didn't say anything, and I stared at him, stunned. Did he just say eggs?

"Eggs?" Cam asked in a strangled voice, and Raiden nodded quickly.

"Dragons hatch from eggs, you know," he said, then smiled ruefully. "Unless they're you, of course. Or a human mated to a dragon."

"So...you're going to lay eggs," Cam said in a disbelieving tone. "And then my siblings are going to hatch from them."

"Well, create them, to be precise. They're made with William’s and my combined magic," Raiden explained, then ducked his head, the tops of his cheeks turning pink. "And we already have."

There was silence for a long moment. Then Cam shot to his feet, his hand still tightly wrapped around mine. "What? Where are they?"

The visible excitement in his voice seemed to relieve his dads, and I didn't even have to read their thoughts—not that I could, with Raiden's strong magic guarding both their minds—to know they'd been worried how he'd react.

"They're with Raiden's hoard," William said smoothly, a small smile on his face. "Would you like to see them?"

Cam nodded quickly, then pulled me to my feet because apparently I was too slow.

As we followed his dads up the stairs, I wondered what Cam would look like as a big brother. While he had helped take care of some of the younger kids in the clan over the years, this would be different. I couldn't wait to see him in this new role.

Cam

I was buzzing with excitement as I followed DD and Dad to the room where DD stored most of his hoard. He'd transferred it here from his house when he moved in, and over the years, he'd added quite a few things in it. It'd been a while since I'd been inside, though, so I was curious to see how much it'd changed.

The door beeped, and DD held it open for us. My eyes widened as I stepped inside, and it wasn't because of all the gems and gold gleaming in their shelves, or the medieval weapons hanging on the walls.

No, the reason for my surprise was the big-ass bed in the middle of the room that most definitely hadn't been here the last time I was in this room.

There used to be a recliner here, one my dads did unspeakable things on. But the bed was new.

Pillows created a circle on the bed, and blankets I recognized as mine—from when I was younger—were curled up inside the circle, creating a nest of fluffiness. Something glittered in the center of the nest, and I took a few steps closer, pulling Micah with me.

When I finally got a peek at the eggs, I sucked in a sharp breath, mesmerized by their gleam. I must've moved, because the next thing I knew, I was kneeling at the edge of the bed, my free hand reaching out toward the sparkling eggs.

"Can I touch them?" I asked in a hushed whisper, as if even speaking too loudly might make them crack.

"Of course," DD said, but a glance behind us showed me Dad was shaking his head.

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