Page 70 of The Platinum Dragon's Courageous Mate

“Have you tried?” Alban asked.

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Have you tried to make music or art? Have you taken a moment to yourself to create a conservatory? We could do that.” Alban’s smile was warm, not mocking at all. “Lachlan would be overjoyed. The house would love it — to have art and music inside of it.”

“Oh.” He pondered that. “I would love to be able to enjoy doing that again. I really would.”

“Then we will make it happen.” Lachlan came wandering in, Micah in his arms. “Whatever you need, mate.”

He grinned because he had heard Lachlan coming in his head and knew that his mate was worried about him. But he was very positive about this actually. He thought he really enjoyed just making art for art’s sake, not necessarily to redecorate a room.

“I think I can’t wait to see what you do.” Lachlan handed him Micah, then took a kiss. “How’s it going up there?”

“It’s going. I got frustrated, so I did some laundry, came down for a snack.” He popped a bite between Micah’s lips. “And then Alban and I had a chat.”

“About art, hmm?”

“Yes. I would love to make some again.”

“What kind do you do, love?” Lachlan stole a cinnamon roll, and Alban got busy making other food. Lachlan needed protein.

“I love music, painting, sculpting. I love to draw and…I like creating. And I love the yarn room you made me already too.”

“Of course you do. I’ll pull up catalogs, and we’ll make orders.”

“As easy as that?” he asked, and Lachlan nodded.

“As easy as that, my love. I want your life to be full. And I happen to know where there’s a piano we can restore if you like to play.”

Tears stung his eyes. “I love to play. Oh, Lachlan, thank you.”

“Cwy?” Micah patted his cheek. “No cwy.”

“Happy tears, baby boy.”

“No cwy, Daddy. Luff luff baby.”

He nodded, nuzzling his son. “Yes, I love my baby. More than anything.”

“An’ Papa?”

“And your papa.”

“And sisser?”

“Yes, baby. And your sister.” He still couldn’t believe how wonderful his boy was being about his sister. Micah was so curious about the changes to Kieran’s body, and how life would be once his sister was born.

“Luff sisser.” Micah leaned on his shoulder. “Happy.”

“We’re very happy, love. You’re right.”

“Here we are.” Alban laid out a tray of meat and cheese, which Lachlan tucked into with gusto.

“Come sit with me, you two. We’ll look at art supplies.”

He slid into place next to Lachlan at the through bar, and Alban handed them the tablet they all used for recipes in the kitchen.

Lachlan called up an art supplies site, and they scrolled it for anything Kieran might want. He felt terribly spoiled.