Page 72 of Under the Dragon's Spell

I nodded. Something stung me. Probably some anesthetic, but I didn't care because Tyrel entered the room, strode to my side as if he didn't care whether the doctors liked it or not, and grabbed my hand.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." I laid back.

The nurse put a drape up so I couldn't see my stomach, but I figured that was probably just as fine. I couldn't feel them working there now, and I didn't want to know too much about what they were doing.

Tyrel peeked, but didn't say anything. His face turned slightly pale, though. I squeezed his hand.

"You got the nursery all set up?" I asked.

"You know I took care of it."

"All in pink, right?" I teased.

He snorted. "They're dragons. Not unicorns."

"Unicorn babies might be cute, though."

"You picked the wrong shifter, then."

"Damn it. Wait, do unicorns exist?"

He shrugged. "I've only heard rumors, but then, I used to think fated mates were fairy tales, too."

"I guess you have a point."

Dr. Meloy spoke up. "You're going to feel a little pressure now."

"Okay." As soon as I'd said that, I felt like I was being punched in the gut, only without the pain. It was the oddest sensation. And then I heard the sweet sound of a baby crying. My baby.

Immediately, tears welled up in my eyes.

"We have a little boy," someone called out.

"Taryn," I whispered.

Tyrel squeezed my hand a little harder. I watched as someone lifted my first born to a small table to check on him.

Not a minute after, another cry rang through the room as my other baby loudly announced its arrival to the world.

"Another little boy," the nurse said.

"Oh dear, what are we going to call him?" Tyrel asked me with a grin on his face.

"I don't know." I laughed through the tears on my face. "But he sounds like a fighter." And I loved him—and his brother, more than anything. Suddenly I had more love in my heart than I thought was possible, and I found the sentiment echoed in Tyrel.

"You're a daddy," I whispered.

"You, too."

And then the nurse carried my sons to me. "Congratulations," she said as she put the babies into my arms where they rested side by side against my chest. My heart stopped for a moment looking at them and their tiny little hands.

"They're perfect," Tyrel said, voicing what I thought.

"Which one was first?" I asked.

The nurse pointed to the baby on my right side.