How to Date a Dragon(102)
“What do you mean, like me?”
“Beautiful, intelligent, fun, and dragon tolerant.”
She snorted. “Just don’t make a habit of testing that tolerance like you did this morning.”
“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Dragon!”
Bliss startled, then rolled toward the female voice in their spacious new bedroom. She began to sputter, “What is with you people and knock—”
Mother Nature stood there, crossed her arms, and frowned.
“Oh, it’s you,” Bliss said sheepishly. “Sorry.”
Gaia rolled her eyes. “I suppose I can forgive you. I’m here to update you on the Zina fiasco.”
“Zina!” Bliss grasped the sheet to her chest as she sat up. “Is she back?”
“No. And don’t bother covering your breasts. I’ve seen them before.”
Bliss raised her eyebrows. “You have?”
“Well, not specifically yours, but millions of others. Let’s get to that update, shall we?”
Drake pulled himself up and rested against the headboard next to his wife. “Please tell me she’s not in our hemisphere. You warned her not to come back.”
“I realize that. Now be a good dragon and shut up while I talk.”
Bliss opened her mouth to address the way Gaia spoke to her husband, but as soon as she noticed Mother Nature’s intense glare, she quickly shut it. No use poking the beehive. A metaphor inspired by Gaia’s current hairdo.
Mother Nature relaxed and smiled at Bliss. “As you may or may not know, I sent her off with a specific set of circumstances and a warning. I told her she wouldn’t be fertile again until she learned how to handle it. In other words, she’d have to attract a voluntary mate, create a safe and loving environment to bring a child into the world, and try to be the best mother she can be.”
Bliss blew out a deep breath. “Do you think she can do all that?”
Gaia shrugged. “I don’t know, but at least she has a chance.”
“More of a chance than we have,” Bliss muttered.
Gaia waved away her complaint and continued. “I haven’t discussed your reward for trapping her so Vulcan could bring her to me yet. Wouldn’t you like to know what it is?”
Bliss’s eyes popped open. “There’s a reward?”
“Indeed. Now, I understand you two would like to have a family someday, but as we all know, dragons and humans can mate until the sun and moon collide, but no child will come of it.”
Drake hung his head, apparently blaming himself for dashing their hopes and dreams. Bliss reached over and took his hand. “That’s okay. We’re making peace with it.”
A sly smile raised one side of the goddess’s lips and her eyes twinkled. “What if I could change that?”
Bliss gaped. “Can you?”
“Remember who you’re talking to.”
Drake squeezed her hand but didn’t say anything.
“Of course.” Bliss nodded, reverently—at least she hoped she conveyed reverence. “If anyone could change that, it would be you.”
“Exactly. Keep creating the loving, child-friendly environment you have here—and begin using birth control.”
With that, Gaia disappeared. Bliss didn’t know if Mother Nature heard her gasp, but she gasped loudly.
“Drake. Do you know what that means?”
He was grinning. “I think we can have kids.”
“She must have altered your DNA or something. I wish she’d stuck around to explain it. Holy moly, we didn’t even get a chance to thank her.”
Drake chuckled. “You know she’s all business. I get the feeling that was her way of thanking you.”
“Oh, my God! Or goddess. We should celebrate. Tell our friends…”
“Slow down, sweetheart. Let’s take a shower together first.”
Bliss grinned, then remembered their new status. “Shoot. We need some kind of birth control. We don’t even have condoms.”
Drake rolled out of bed and strode over to her. He took her in his arms and said in a low voice, “Or we could take our chances. Either way, I’m okay with the consequences. Are you?”
Bliss didn’t have to think it over very long. Giving birth, taking care of, and loving Drake’s baby would make her happier than ever. Her mother would be insanely happy to babysit if Bliss couldn’t take the little tyke with her when she was needed elsewhere. And she could still make her cards during nap time.
“Yes. I’m fine with whatever happens too. Let’s take that shower together.”
“I’ll race you.”