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We flew a sort of zigzag path that kept us aloft and out of the way. It was only then that I looked down and saw the ground was not that far away. It was the best flying I'd ever seen my dragon do.

Above us, the two alphas continued to clash. Jinnan slowed our escape, not wanting to leave his mate. He hovered on the air, wings moving slower, and we both watched our mate land with claws extended on the back of Coltan.

Coltan screamed and vomited fire into the wind over and over again as Lyric lashed at him with his powerful claws, removing scale after scale and tossing it to the wind.

In the distance, our three security dragons were coming closer. I heard sirens from far away.

Coltan screamed again, threw back his head and suddenly a naked human man was falling from the sky. That meant Colt had given up. His dragon had given up and was going to let his human half die.

Lyrican swooped beneath him and scooped him up in his two front arms, then dove to the ground and let the human gently down. He flew back up and gave a dragon call to the security team who immediately swooped in and surrounded the fallen man. Then he turned in the air and headed straight toward me.

Jinnan gave a chirp of glee and flew toward Lyrican. The two met in midair, chirping at each other, entwining their necks. Their wings pumped in unison. Inside my dragon, I laughed in abject relief.

We flew in circles around each other, fondling each other in midair, our snouts meeting and rubbing. They communicated in rapid fire emotions. All I could catch was:

I love you.

I'll always protect you. The baby?

Yes, the baby is fine.

Together, we all flew back to the house.

Our security detail returned about ten minutes later carrying an unconscious Colt between them as they flew slowly and landed in the backyard.

Police cars with flashing red lights littered the long driveway. An EMT unit was at the forefront.

As Lyric and I stood on the patio, naked and holding hands, we watched the uniformed EMTs look over Coltan and hook him up to various contraptions. We heard them pronounce him alive.

Even though he didn't move, the cops still handcuffed him before they allowed the EMT's to take him away.

Then the police turned to us, wanting a statement.

We invited them in, got dressed, and spent the next couple of hours taking care of that paperwork.

What an evening to spend before our glorious day of celebration.

But I didn't mind. All I cared about was Lyric and the baby, both of whom were healthy and fine. Throughout the evening, I never let go of his hand, squeezing it tightly to let myself know he was here with me. He was by my side. And he would never leave.

The wedding was perfect.It was everything I had ever dreamed a wedding could be.

I wore a white skirt that hid my baby bump, and a beautiful embroidered white shirt that fell about me in soft waves.

Lyric wore a vintage tuxedo complete with red bowtie.

We were surrounded by friends and loved ones.

I choked up once while uttering my vows. It was the one that went:

“Wings unfurled, always by your side, we take this flight together, never to part.”

Our minds opened to each other as we kissed.

I heard clapping and sounds of approval and praise.

Then I heard a thrumming beside my ear. I turned my head, our kiss ending, and saw two hummingbirds floating on the air.

“Lyric, look at that.”

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