Page 45 of Her Dragon Daddy Disaster
His eyes found me as they embraced.Thank you, he mouthed.
Don’t fuck it up,I mouthed back.
His face tightened, and he should his head ever so slightly.I won’t.
That remained to be seen, of course, but the morning was off to a good start.
“Is it breakfast time yet?” Jake asked, pulling away with all the squirrel-brain attitude of a young child. “I’m starved. We’ve been up forever!”
I laughed, glad for the mood-breaker, even if he had no idea he’d done it.
“It sure is,” Levi said, then snatched Jake up. “Did you wash your hands?”
“Yep!”
“On your stool?”
“Yep!”
“Did you tell your mom about the stool you helped build?”
And so, we walked into the kitchen as a trio while I listened all about the stool he’d built that morning with Levi. By the end of the story, I turned to Levi with a quizzical look on my face.
“So, just what the heck didyoudo during all this building?”
The big dragon just grinned. “I guess I mostly supervised. It certainly felt like I did a lot more at the time, but I mean, listening to him tell it back, I guess he did all the work.”
I bit my lip as we laughed, my cheeks warming with happiness.
The stove came alive, and Levi tossed bacon in the pan, followed by toast. Then he set about doing something I thought I wouldneversee after the past few days of pancakes and meat.
He started slicing up some fresh fruit, putting half in front of me and keeping the rest for himself. Other than the one piece of melon he nabbed from my plate with a flirtatious wink. I giggled.
Next up, he snagged a bowl from the cupboard and put it in front of Jake. A box of multicolored kids’ cereal appeared next.
I frowned.
“That’shumancereal,” I pointed out. “We get that at the grocery store back, uh, stateside.”
Calling ithomewas no longer accurate, I supposed.
“Yes?” Levi shot me a glance that said I should wake up and look around. “Have you seen the logos on the stove? Or microwave? The toaster? Most of the advanced manufacturing is supplied from your factories. We don’t have the industry to produce it ourselves.”
I frowned. “How the heck do you get it?”
He laughed. “You don’t think the Bermuda triangle got its name for no reason, did you? Things disappear in there all the time.”
“Isthatwhere we are?”
Nobody had actually told me. I’d heard rumors the hidden dragon homeland was suspected to be somewhere in the northern Caribbean, but nobody seemed to know for sure.
“Yep.”
“Why are you telling me that?” I asked. “You know everyone is working their asses off to find you. If they do …”
“They won’t,” he said confidently.
“I guess.”
