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“I didn’t feel pain when I left,” I tell him.

“Yes but you’re not a Dragon. It would have affected you if you stayed gone. For Dragons it’s different,” he says holding out his arm. I can see faint scarring I have never noticed before like tentacles wrapping up his arm barely visible.

“That’s from me?” I ask. He nods, kissing the side of my face. Silas bites his hand and offers it to me.

“You’re still bleeding, and I like this rug,” he says, making me look at my hand which is still bleeding and dripping on the rug and my leg. I press my lips to his hand, letting his blood flow into my mouth. Opening my hand I see it has healed. I wipe the remaining blood on my pant leg, getting rid of it.

“Thank you,” I tell him, turning in his arms to sit sideways draping my legs over one of his, our baby neatly tucked in my arms while he suckles.

“Have you thought of any names yet?”

“Yes, one.”

“Are you going to tell me or are we going to call him baby for the rest of his life?” he says with a chuckle.

“You can wait, like Matitus and Dragus. Abbie is getting the forms tomorrow,” I tell him.

“Are you aware I have to sign said forms to register him?”

“You register the births?” I ask confused.

“Yep, always, I have to keep track of how many people live here, though now I found out there were a lot of hidden people like the Fae living here not registering births,” he says with a chuckle.

“Well, you can wait till tomorrow,” I tell him, and he nods. He kisses my forehead then grips my chin, hesitating to see if I would pull away, when I don’t, he presses his lips to mine soft but firm. I run my tongue along his lips wanting access. His lips part as I deepen the kiss, kissing him back when I feel something wet touch my face making me pull back.

“Are you crying?” I ask, and he shakes his head looking down. I know he is, the evidence dripped on my face.

“Liar,” I tell him as he looks down.

“He is asleep,” Silas says, tugging my nipple from his mouth, making a pop sound. I tuck my boob away, then offer him to Silas. Silas pecks my lips and swiftly takes him, placing him on his chest and rubbing his back. I go to get up when he tugs my shoulder.

“Stay, there is plenty of room,” he says, tapping his chest. I put my head on his chest, his arm wrapping around me as he rubs baby’s back, and I close my eyes letting sleep take me.