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"Are you sure?" she asks. "Valeray is a good person, but she isn't as experienced as I am. She also won't know how to handle him when he gets hungry or needs to be changed. I don't want to leave him with just anyone."
"She is a friend of ours," I tell her. "Besides, it's only a short walk to the village square."
"But still..." Emma sighs. "What if something happens?"
"Then maybe you should stay here in our house," I say to Emma.
"No," she shakes her head. "You need me."
"I know," I nod. "We need each other. Take the baby with you."
"Okay," Emma nods. "Thank you, Dhakar."
"Anything for you, my love." I hold her close to me. "Now, let's go and get ready for the celebration."
After we've said goodbye to Valeray, Emma puts on a white dress and carries our baby boy in a blanket. Everything is arranged for a grand ceremony. There are many flowers, colorful ribbons, and even lanterns hanging from the trees. A lot of people are standing outside the city hall. They are all waiting for us to arrive.
When we finally reach the village square, Emma steps out into the crowd. I follow her and walk up to the stage. When I hear the loud cheers, I look down at Emma and see that she is crying. I wrap my arms around her, hug her tight, and then kiss her.
"Long live Veerha Dhakar and Veerhala Emma," the people of Bellaria cheer.
"Love is eternal," I nod. "It lasts forever."
"Forgive me, Dhakar," Emma whispers. "I didn't mean to cry."
"Never apologize for your tears," I whisper to her ear. "They're a sign of happiness."
"I am happy," Emma smiles. "Very much so."
"And I'm very lucky to have you beside me," I kiss her cheek.
I wave to the people and thank them for their kind words. I take my son in my arms and show him to my people. "I present to you the future ruler of Bellaria, Vektal, my son."
"Look who has arrived!" someone calls out. "The king and queen of Bellaria!"
Emma looks up at me. "He's really a prince, isn't he?"
"Of course, he is," I laugh. "Everyone knows princes wear crowns."
I put the baby in his cradle, and he starts cooing and kicking his legs. Then Emma wraps her arms around me, presses her body against mine, and kisses me passionately. We both giggle as the crowd applauds.
"This is your son," I whisper to Emma. "Our son."
"Yes, he is," she nods. "And I will protect him with my life."
"I know you would," I nod. "That's why I chose you to be my mate."
"I hope you're right," Emma says softly. "Because there are some dangerous aliens in this universe, and I don't want him to grow up in danger."
"He will be safe, love," I assure her. "I won't let anything happen to him."
"Dhakar," she whispers. "Please, please be careful."
"I will," I kiss her forehead. "Now, let's go and celebrate with all of our people."
"Yes," Emma nods. "Let's enjoy the feast."
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