Page 31 of Curvy Girl and the Single Dad Dragon

"Fine," she sighs, then brightens. "Can I tell Ruby and Cole about our flight yesterday? Please?"

I nod, knowing how much she loves recounting our family adventures.

Yesterday had been magical. Damon transforming into his full dragon form, his scales gleaming black with gold undertones in the morning light. Ember had shifted too, her smaller dragon body a perfect miniature of her father's, though with more pronounced gold markings around her wings.

They had taken us flying. Aiden secured against my chest in a special carrier Damon had designed, me riding on his broad, scaled back between his wings. We'd soared above themountains, the world spread out beneath us like a living map, the air thin and cold but exhilarating.

It wasn't the first time I'd experienced dragon flight, but it never loses its wonder. The first time Damon transformed for me, nearly two years ago now, I'd been awestruck.

His dragon form is magnificent. Powerful and graceful, with squinted golden eyes that remain recognizably his despite the changed face around them.

"Earth to Luna," Damon murmurs, bringing me back to the present. "Where did you go this time?"

"Just thinking about yesterday's flight," I admit. "How incredible it was."

His eyes darken slightly. "Perhaps we could arrange another... private flight soon. Once the little ones are asleep."

After three years together, Damon still affects me as strongly as he did that first night. Perhaps more so, now that our bond has deepened with time and shared experiences.

"I'd like that," I tell him, my voice dropping to match his intimate tone.

"Daddy!" Ember calls from across the room. "Uncle Sebastian says you have to tell the story about the knight and the dragon!"

Damon sighs, but his eyes are bright with affection. "Duty calls."

As he moves to join the gathering around Sebastian, Aiden reaches for me from his high chair, cake-covered hands grabbing at the air. I lift him into my arms, not caring about the frosting now smeared on my dress.

"What do you think, little one?" I whisper against his soft hair. "Should we go hear Daddy's story?"

He babbles happily in response, a tiny curl of smoke escaping with his excited breath.

I carry him over to join the others, settling on the floor next to Ember, who immediately leans against my side. Damon sits across from us, beginning the tale of a misunderstood dragon and the knight who became his unlikely friend. A story I suspect may be more historical than fictional, though he's never confirmed my suspicions.

As I look around at this gathering, my supernatural family and the humans who love them, I'm struck again by how beautifully unpredictable life can be.

Three years ago, I was a newly graduated childcare worker taking her first nanny position. Now I'm the mother of a dragon baby, stepmother-to-be to a dragon girl, and engaged to a being who has lived through centuries of human history.

In two months, I'll become Luna Thorne, committing myself officially to this extraordinary man and the magical life we've built together.

Dragons may live for a thousand years, but humans have just one life to fill with meaning and joy. As I hold my son close and feel my daughter's warmth against my side, watching the man I love captivate our friends with his storytelling, I know with absolute certainty that I've filled mine perfectly.