Page 46 of Under the Dragon's Spell

Yeah, I was really suffering.

"I'm glad it worked out that way," Michael said.

"Yeah, me too. But I'm sorry you came here for nothing."

He shook his head. "It wasn't nothing. I still got to take a close look at some dragons. Wish I could go to their island, though. They're taking you, right?"

"Tyrel's working on the permit. We might have to wait until we can confirm the pregnancy."

"I hope that's soon."

"Oh God yes, me too." I couldn't wait to know for sure. Then all the worrying could end. Tyrel assured me every day that things were going to be fine, but my mind was never truly at ease. I couldn't even come live with him on his island if I couldn't give him a child. Policies were strict. They really didn't want any more humans than necessary over there, it seemed.

"How long do you have to wait?"

"Around seven more days for an early test." To me, that sounded like forever away.

"That's not too long."

I made myself nod. "I'll manage. Thank you for stopping by."

He smiled. "Keep in touch, okay? I want to know all about the dragons you'll meet."

I grinned back at him. "Maybe I can set you up with one."

He blushed furiously, which made my grin widen.

"That's not what I wanted to say," he muttered.

"So you don't want me to keep an eye out for you?"

He bit his lower lip. "I didn't say that either."

God, he could be cute. Not my type, of course, but it wouldn't be hard to find someone to snatch him up. "I'll call you," I said.

"Thank you." He looked to the ground.

"No problem."

"Alright then." He extended his hand to me. "Take care."

I shook it. "You, too."

He turned to leave, then he paused, looked at me again. "Does Tyrel's mother know about your, uh, ability yet?"

"She doesn't. And if it's up to Tyrel, she never will." But at the same time that I said it, I doubted I could keep the secret forever.

It didn't help that Michael looked like he thought the same thing.

As much as I'd wanted for a week to pass so I could finally see whether I was pregnant or not… When Tyrel finally entered my room with one of those pregnancy test sticks, all I could feel was dread.

"What's wrong?" Tyrel asked, approaching me. "You look pale."

"I don't…" I gestured at the test. "I hate those."

"Really? You've been waiting for this day all week."

"I know, but…" I sighed. "They've always been negative in the past." I couldn't stand getting another negative result. Not now. I had a feeling this time it would hurt even worse than before. If that test was negative, Tyrel would finally see that he was wasting his time with me, that I would never give him an heir.