Page 9 of A Very Denarius Christmas
How were Alex and I expected to survive their youthful years?
Mother did it with us.
Way to drive the knife in, dragon.
Just saying…
You’ve spent far too much time with Odem.
Considering he’s the only one succeeding with Kane and Hunter, I’ll take that as a compliment.
My dragon’s loyalty was shit…
As soon as the dragonets passed out—literally, Gramps, Angus and I scooped them up and deposited them into their respective rooms since they no longer shared a nursery. Kane and Hunter were in one while Griffin and Luna had their own rooms.
“What a day,” Angus said as we finally got a chance to clean up the holiday shredded paper bomb our family room had become after the four tiny tornadoes ravaged it. “Drink?”
“I’d like an entire bottle. If only it had that same affect on us as it did humans.” Though it did tend to at least take the edge off. Angus handed me a glass three fingers full as the rest of the Drakemyre clan joined us for a celebratory beverage.
“Any word yet on the latest clan member?” Baird asked.
“Last I heard, poor Emerson was still working on it. Let me reach out.”
Mate, how’s Emerson coming along?
We’ve got a glimmer of the most beautiful emerald and teal egg poking out. But only just.
Need me to come over?
No, I think we’re fine. Odem has been here the entire time, fetching whatever we need.
That crazy brother of mine has really come into his own, hasn’t he?
He truly has and is a favorite uncle for all.
Holler if you need me. Love you.
Love you too. How are the babies?
Finally in bed.
Alex’s laughter rang through our connection.
Good, I’ll be there as soon as Cade comes, and Emerson is tucked in for the night.
See you then.
“Sounds like poor Emerson is in for a long night. Alex says he’s barely crowning.” A mutual groan rumbled through the room. “Cheers, brothers.”
They held their glasses up. “Cheers!”
Not too much later, they returned to their respective houses. I must have a conversation with Baird, to see if they were planning to stay nearby, and would they like to have their own house built.
Comfortably relaxing, drink in hand and roaring fire in the fireplace, was where my mate found me. Sleepy eyed and yawning, he slid onto my lap.
“Everyone well at Caro’s house?” I kissed his head. Poor guy was nearly asleep already.
“Yes. Tonight was a reminder for us not to do this again. Emerson and Cade are both doing well. He’s going to be a stunning dragon, a beautiful mix of Caro and Emerson’s coloring.”