Page 33 of Her Dragon Daddy Disaster
“He’s definitely yours,” she said.
“You’re sure?”
“It would be impossible to be anyone else’s,” she said. “There was nobody but you. Not for years.”
I lifted my eyebrows in surprise. Years? That was unexpected. Given the intense frequency with which she’d come to me, I’d expected her sex drive to be much more demanding than that.
“Then, in that case, yes, Jakub is a dragon.”
Sarah was silent.
“I’m a dragon?” a tiny voice asked.
Both our heads whipped around to see Jakub standing facing us.
“Uhhh,” Sarah stammered.
“Yes,” I said, not willing to lie. “You are.”
Jakub stared for a moment, processing. Then his face broke out into a huge grin. “That’s socool!Mommy, did you hear? I’m a dragon!” He ran into her arms.
She scooped him up robotically, holding him to her side.
“What color dragon am I? Can I breathe fire? I want to breathe fire.Rawr!” He held both hands up like claws.
I chuckled.
“Wait.” He gave me a serious frown. “How do you know, mister?”
“Because …” I hesitated. As much as I wanted to, I knew it wasn’t my place to say.
“He knows your daddy,” Sarah said, swooping into the rescue.
“Youdo?” he asked. “What color dragon is he?”
“Red,” I said.
“A red dragon! Cool!” Jakub shouted. Then another look. “Are you taking me to see my dad?”
“Maybe one day, Jakub,” I said after a hard look from Sarah. “Maybe one day. That will be up to your mom.”
“Can I go, Mommy? Can I?”
“We’ll see, baby,” she said. “Why don’t you go practice your dragon wings. You’re going to have to learn not to knock stuff over with them. Do you think you can do three laps without knocking anything over?”
Jakub snorted with perfect childish confidence. “Of course,Mom. Watch this!”
And just like that, he was off.
“Thank you,” Sarah said as she watched.
“For what?”
“Letting me decide if and when to tell him.”
“When,” I said coldly. “There is noif, Sarah. He deserves to know. I will show you I can be a good father. I also know you can’t just spring it on him. But you will have to tell him, and soon. If you don’t, I will.”
“Prove to me you can be a good father figure, and we’ll talk,” she said, trying to be defiant, but in the backs of her eyes, I could see the acceptance.
