Page 35 of Her Dragon Daddy Disaster
Chapter Fourteen
Sarah
“Which one do you think I’ll be like the most, Mommy?”
Jake’s tugging at my hand pulled my focus away from the stairs and over to the giant wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that made up one side of Levi’s condo.
“I don’t know, baby,” I said, watching his little face dart left and right as he watched all the dragons in the sky.
“Maybe that one? He’s blue!” Jake’s eyes lit up with excitement as he watched the dragon in question turn lazily through the air high above the crowd on the streets below.
I watched those orange-brown circles. They were the eyes of his father.
Again, I looked over to the stairs. He wasn’t there. Iknewthe sounds of dragons on the roof had to be someone arriving. It couldn’t have been him leaving.
Could it?
“Mom, look! Purple dragon!”
I followed his finger, nodding. “Yes, it is, dear.”
“Do you think I’m purple?”
“I’m not sure, baby. If your dad is a red dragon, that could mean you’re a red dragon. Like that one there!”
I pointed at one headed away from us, toward the thickest congregation of people in the streets below. My eyes narrowed. I was no expert in telling dragons apart, but that one looked oddly familiar.
It couldn’t be him … Could it?
“When can I change into a dragon, Mom? Can I go do it now? Can I? Can I? Can I?”
I laughed. “Darling, I don’t knowhowyou do that. I’m not a dragon.”
“You’re not?”
“Do I look like one?”
“Umm. No. I guess not. But …”
His little brain was working furiously, likely trying to point out they could shapeshift. Then again, with a four-year-old’s brain, sometimes it was impossible to predict what they were thinking.
That distinction didn’t seem to matter whether a dragon child or human. Or did it? Levi had been raised around human children. What was it like to raise dragons? Did they have “dragon school”? Practice their flying and fire breathing? Were they thrown into a pit for the strongest to survive?
I crossed that idea off right away. Levi would have mentioned that. I hoped.
“What’s that, Mom?”
My ears were already attuning me to the newfound noise, but my distraction with the fact I’d birthed a dragon child meant I hadn’t noticed the movement below.
“A parade, by the looks of it,” I said, watching the organized marchers appear from between two buildings and turn to our right.
There were streamers and flags and signs all decked out in wild patterns of color that made no sense to my eye. People lined the streets. I even noticed a number of children with their parents, clapping and cheering, smiles on every face as they celebrated the parade marchers.
Next came a double handful of dragons playing some sort of musical instrument. Not a saxophone, not a tuba, it was a wild combination of both, but the crowd loved it. Dancers and acrobats cavorted down the street next, followed by men and women in tight leotards with their dragon wings out, building moving pyramids of bodies.
“So cool! Can we go watch, Mom? Can we? Can we? Can we?”
I laughed at his enthusiasm.
