~Jack’s Point of View~ Nox dropped Finch and Grace off at the cabin he’d rented. We then dove off the cliff and made quick work of finding a large fox and making him our second dinner. We’d gorged ourselves at the restaurant so a larger animal would have been too much, even with the flying around and all the calories burned there. We then had a quick dip in a waterfall to clean up. *Mate. She’s going to be our mate. She saw what we are and she’s not afraid,* Nox said, nodding. He was elated, and why shouldn’t he be? This night was meant to push Grace over the edge in every way. So why was I nervous? Why did I feel like I had to have pause? Her hesitation has now become mine. *Don’t you dare. She’s a grown woman, hell she’s older than us. She chose. She wants us. If you screw this up somehow…* he trailed off as we flew back. He was right. She’s not drunk. She’s not under my trance influence. She knows what she’s doing. We’ve given her so much information about our kind but I felt

~Finch’s Point of View~ When Gloria invited her daughter to “dinner” it was rather silly of me to apparently interpret that as a quiet family affair. I was currently staring at two dozen other dinner guests. Pretty much all couples from what I could tell. The rich travel in pairs. Or with a staff on their heels. *Are we supposed to know what fork goes with what? Cause uhm…* I trailed off, speaking to Jack over mind-link. Elbows off the table, napkin in the lap. That much I know, I can handle that. *Just don’t eat with your hands,* Jack said, practically snorting. Judson certainly did. Gloria was determined to get us all here by 7 yet it was 7:28 and the host had yet to make an appearance. Grace had disappeared upstairs for her awhile ago and I was about to make some excuse to go look for her. I knew where her room was from helping her move, surely that’s probably where she is. Maybe she just needed a minute. I seriously hated that she couldn’t mind-link. *Nox wants to offer to b

~Grace’s Point of View~ “I’m not challenging your ability to count, but 1, 2, 3, 4. You’re sure,” I said, practically calling the doctor a liar. “Baby I definitely heard all the heartbeats with her machine, four. I can’t wait to find out the gender. If we have even one girl it’ll be a huge deal, like massive. If there’s any chance we have a female Jack, like holy shit. She’d be the only one that I even know of,” Finch said, beside himself. Four. Cuatro. Quatre. I zoned out as Finch went on and on, and the doctor chimed in. But I still didn’t hear anything. “Are they all going to come out my whoo-hah,” I shouted, darting up from the bed. Finch snickered as the doctor grinned. IT'S A REAL QUESTION!!! I smacked my mate with the back of my hand in his chest. Don’t tease me! I’M VERY EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW! FOUR! “With a normal human a c-section would likely be the only way to go. But your body is genetically very different, your uterus and your hips are made to birth. I would have

~Jack’s Point of View~ I stared at my incredibly breathtaking mate, baffled still as to how I could be so lucky. How I could get this unbelievable chance at real happiness. Growing up essentially in the wild as we did, I never in a million years thought I’d get to leave. My father still barely speaks to me because of it. I’m a traitor, I turned my back on the kingdom and our family. But she is why. Love is why. I could never treat a female like they were just some breeder, a body to use and move on. Absolutely not. But Grace doesn’t yet know about all that. She doesn’t even understand our old lives and world. I’ve often wondered if I could ever bridge that gap. Torn between wanting the peace and tranquility only the Sky Light can offer. It’s what my body craves and what Nox loves. But we wouldn’t have left if our other halves didn’t agree. He knew that Finch and I couldn’t thrive there. Now the idea that I’d have two dragon heirs was actually a possibility. Though if they all come

~Grace’s Point of View~ “Wow, you really made the goddess happy with this one. She’s stunning Jack. And four pups? You’ll have them here of course,” I heard, as I groaned and moved my dry tongue around in my equally dry mouth. A woman? “Well we haven’t decided on anything just yet,” a voice replied. “Don’t be ridiculous. They will need their own kind,” the female said. “Grace? Can you hear me? Are you okay,” I heard, and popped my eyes open to see Finch. “Water…” I mumbled, as my eyes partially closed again. Someone was pulling me up and then I felt warmth behind me. Maybe Jack? Something was put to my lips and it was cool and wet, I slurped it down. For a second, I think I felt human again. I smacked my lips together several times then took a good look around. I was in a teepee. A teepee?? THEIRS? “Baby, this is our mom, Iris,” Finch said, hugging my sides. “Oh! I’m so sorry I’m a mess,” I immediately said. Do I hug her? Is she allowed to touch me? Is she even a hugger?