Page 31 of Her Dragon Daddy Disaster
I swallowed a boulder-sized lump in my throat, feeling it work its way down. Was that why he’d insisted on bringing Jakub there? Had he somehow known the truth?
Then I recalled the distracted air with which he’d reentered the house. Skin that had perhaps been a shade pale. The lack of focus when I’d approached him. No, it was a shock to Levi as well.
“Tell me the truth, Sarah,” he ground out in a voice harder than granite. “No morelies. Purposeful ones. Not misunderstandings.”
I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to admit it. To tell him the truth. Speaking it would make it real. Until I did, there was always the chance I could brush it off, somehow, that I could—
“Say it,Sarah.”
My mouth didn’t work.
Anger flared across his face, but he quickly restrained it, his eyes darting to Jakub.
“Your son is born of a dragon, isn’t he?” Levi hissed furiously.
I nodded, feeling dizzy as everything came crashing apart.
“Is he my son?” Levi asked. There was a hint of fear, of nervousness. “Is Jakub my boy?”
“He’s your offspring, yes,” I said, finding my backbone. “But he’s not your son. Not yet.”
“What do you mean? Are those not the same?”
I snorted. “He’s nearly five years old, Levi. Where the fuck have you been for that? You don’t just get to waltz into his life. If you want to be hisdad, then you’re going to have to prove you deserve to be first.”
Levi blinked in surprise, but a moment later, a fierce determination filled his eyes as he glanced past me at the four-year-old who was still flying around like a dragon-plane.
“I will. I don’t know how, but I will,” he promised fiercely, eyes glowing with purpose.
Chapter Thirteen
Levi
All at once, the reality of what I’d just learned hit me.
I was afather.
The world spun crazily off-axis, shapes and colors blurring together as a whole new reality took shape. One where I had a child. No, not a child.
Ason.
Reaching out to the wall, I steadied myself, taking some deep breaths, watching the little boy,mylittle boy, entertain himself excitedly while running from window to window, looking at all the goings-on below us. He would grow bored soon, the little ones always did. But for the moment, there was nothing other than absolute joy on his face.
I studied Jakub, trying to see bits and pieces of myself in him. He had my eyes—that much popped out almost instantly. I berated myself for not seeing it in the picture the other day because in person it was clear as day. So should his age. That should have been a clue.
Except why would it be? I’d had no reason to suspect Jakub was mine. If he were, Sarah would have told me. Or so I’d believed.
“Are you okay?” she asked, peering into my face and examining me. “You look a little pale.”
“It’s a bit of a shock to the system to find out one has a nearly five-year-old son,” I muttered, keeping my voice low.
Sarah just stared back.
“You never told me,” I accused, surprised at the level of my own hurt.
Her head tilted back, a single bark of laughter ringing off the ceiling.
“Mommy?”
