Page 79 of Dragon Keeper

“Mmmhmm.” Tyr drifted off to sleep right away, but that was fine.

Because his mate might be snoozing, but their baby was giggling again. And it was quickly becoming his favorite sound.

Chapter

Twenty-Three

“Tyr! Where is the bread?”

Riley’s call made him groan and arch his back, his hand at the small of it. “Um. I don’t know. I missed breakfast.”

He had been so very tired lately, and he was sleeping later and later. He knew he still had a long way to go with his pregnancy, but somehow, he felt as if his mojo, as Sloan would call it, was very low.

“That’s cool. I can find it, or I can go get more.”

“I could make some.”

Riley walked around to the main room of the house, where he lay on the sofa, and kissed his head. “Nope. You are resting today. I’ll make breakfast. Let me just fly into the village and get bread. I really think it would be great warmed up with some honey.”

“Mmmm.” That did sound delicious. “But I don’t wish you to go to any trouble.”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’ll be back in just enough time to get everything made before Sloan returns from patrolling with Cade.”

He leaned back against the couch, hand on his belly. “Thank you, Riley.”

“No problem. You rest before Fredda gets up and no one rests.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I hear Mari’s going to be here to take them back to the ocean soon. Brayden and I are going to stay here, help with the hives.”

He blinked. “You are?”

“Yeah. I think Brayden has a real fondness for the village right now, and I want to be around to help.”

“I— That’s very kind, Riley.”

“Hey, what are brothers for? I’ll be back.” Riley ruffled his braids, making him laugh. Then he was out the door and on his way to the village for bread.

Riley really liked his bread. In fact, Tyr would bet he was the one who had eaten the rest of it last night.

He was just dozing off when he sensed a presence. He opened his eyes to find Tor watching him, sitting in the chair across from him, warming his feet at the fire.

“Oh. Brother. Riley went to get bread so he could make breakfast.”

“That’s fine, brother.” Tor leaned over, reaching for him. “You’re feeling poorly.”

“I’m just very tired. I feel drained.”

“Hmmm.” Tor put a hand on his arm, a warm golden glow emanating from where they touched. “Yes. Your energy is very low. How is the baby? Is she moving? Talking to you?”

“Yes. She’s very active.” He took Tor’s hand and moved it to his stomach.

A huge wave of movement under Tor’s hand made them both laugh out loud.

“Well, she’s not having any trouble. And I know you and your mate have cemented the mate bond. I can see the threads of itwhen you are near each other so clearly. Even now I can see his twined with yours.”

“I’m sure it’s just my body adapting to this pregnancy. And it has been so cold this winter.”