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Story: Cosmo
“Love you.” Cosmo gasped it out, and that birthline… Goodness, it was splitting.
“Push! Push, let’s do this!” Corbin was there, ready to catch.
“Okay.” Cosmo whooped for air, and Hawk chanted his name and Elliot’s while Cosmo pushed. He was working so hard. Doing so well.
It took forever and absolutely no time at all before it was over, Elliot screaming in his uncle’s hands.
“Oh, loves. You did it.” He wanted to laugh. To roar. He whispered it.
“Our son.” Cosmo stared, his eyes wide. “Our son.”
“Yes. Elliot.” He stared at them, because Corbin had cleaned Elliot and handed him to Cosmo.
“Help me, Hawk. Close up the birthline with your heat when I tell you.”
“It won’t hurt him?”
“Eagan says it’s natural as breathing. Don’t worry.”
“You can’t hurt me, love. You’re my mate.” Cosmo’s utter faith gave him the impetus he needed, and he reached out, sealing the birthline with some of his internal fire.
The sight of his mate, holding this healthy little baby, his scales a pale, silvery gray, made him smile.
“Look at you both,” Hawk breathed, as proud as any dragon could ever be.
“He’s beautiful. Our boy.” Cosmo’s sigh was utterly satisfied. “Our baby boy.”
“He is.”
Papapapapadadadada.
“I can hear him.” Hawk was ecstatic.
“So can I.” Cosmo laughed. “They can probably hear him in the dragonlands.”
“That’s a lovely thought.” He sighed softly, shaking his head. “You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful, Cosmo. Thank you.”
“I love you.” Cosmo held Elliot close and closed his eyes. “But I’m tired now.”
“I’ll watch over you, love. I promise. I’ll keep you both safe.”
“I know. I believe you. We’re your clan.”
“You’re my family.” And that he would never lose. Not now.
Cosmo had made him a believer.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
“Corbin, Cullen! Come say hi to Dad.” Cosmo laughed, looking out the door at his father, who stood where their house met the Land of Summer.
He wanted his dad and Hawk to meet face-to-face and for his mom and dad to meet Elliot before they headed to the dragonlands to show him off to everyone else.
“Can I hold him, son?” Mom’s eyes were filled with tears. “Our first grandchild. He’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
Dad nodded, handing him a beautiful carved dragon.
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