Treasure Of Dragons, Royal Dragons Book 1 Chapter 57

Ash

Hearing Cole say that one of our children’s heart rates was dropping gutted me. I was determined to stay calm for Ria and my brothers, but inside my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I saw Ria reach down and place a hand on her abdomen. 

Then I realized her hand was rippling with iridescent scales, her dragon was very close. I looked and I could see a few ripples across her cheeks, and when she opened her eyes they were violet and slitted. Her dragon was very much at the forefront.

“Her dragon is very close, her scales are rippling and her eyes are changed.” Everyone paid attention to what was happening and the monitors were still beeping that something was wrong. 

I watched as Ria and her dragon closed their eyes, then she made this sound. It was sort of like a hum but more high-pitched, like the call of a dragon. It had a trill in it, so it was definitely her dragon mostly making the sound, although it sounded a lot like the song Ria would hum when she was upset and trying to calm herself. 

Then a very faint glow began on her fingertips, not bright, and you might miss it if you weren’t looking for it, “Look at her fingers, please someone tell me I’m not hallucinating.” 

“No, I see the glow as well,” Drago said from beside me. 

As she continued to make the sound and the glow intensified ever so slightly, my skin tingled, and my dragon surged forward. He didn’t come out, but it’s like he could feel what she was doing. 

“She’s using some kind of magic, my skin is tingling, and my dragon just went nuts.” I heard Cinder from the other side of Drago. 

We were all mesmerized, and then the beeping on the machine stopped, and the heartbeat returned to normal. Ria took a deep breath, and the monitor on her abdomen began to show that the contractions had eased, not stopped, but eased. 

We all sat down and just watched, totally gobsmacked by what we had witnessed. Her dragon had never done anything like that before, but of course, she hadn’t needed to. The kids had always been very calm around her and liked it when she came around, so we always knew there was some familiarity and connection, they still recognized Mom in the dragon. 

Now, here we witness her dragon having the power to help save her child. I’m not even sure if that was a dragon power, or just her, or what, Ria has done a lot of things I had never heard of or seen before, so who the fuck knows at this point. The main thing is that the babies are safe, and it looks like the emergency situation is calming down. Maybe we will make it through the cluster fuck Senator Mitchell unleashed this afternoon, the bastard. 

Ria

I will admit for the first time I appreciate my dragon. I guess if the animal thing is a dragon power I appreciate that, as I have always loved animals. This however is different. I recognize the song she was singing, I’m not sure what it sounded like to the guys, but from my perspective, it sounded like soft high-pitched singing. It sounded almost like my voice, but it was different.

I felt a warmth embrace my womb and the children inside. It was like she could speak with them or the dragons inside of them, I don’t even really know, and it’s not like she can sit down and articulate it to me. I just know she did something and it calmed the whole situation. 

As much as it’s hard for me with the pregnancies, I would have trouble if something happened and I lost them, I know myself well enough to admit that. So, I am grateful that she fixed the situation and that the babies are okay now. 

I still wish she would back the fuck off with the guys, but I know that is never going to happen. Is it possible to see someone as your enemy and still be grateful for a good thing they do? I don’t know and my head is going in circles already. 

I am trying to avoid thinking too much and just try to stay in the moment. I know I’m going to have to let it all out at some point, but I can’t see myself breaking down like that in front of the guys. They wouldn’t mind it, but I would. I most definitely can’t break down in front of my kids. I am already worried about what they saw today.

“Did someone check on the kids?” I ask the guys without even opening my eyes.

“Yes, I went up there. They were upset and Brand was crying, but I stayed with them for a bit and told them you were okay, and they could see you tomorrow, but you needed to rest because you were so tired.” That totally sounds like something Cinder would say.

“Ah, okay, as long as they were okay, that’s the main thing. I definitely didn’t anticipate that I would pass the fuck out in front of the kids.” I took a deep breath and held it for a moment before letting it out slowly.

“Ria, I am so sorry about him dumping that on you, we had no idea, if we had known, we would have made sure to tell you and done it much differently than a bomb dropped on you around the kids. What a fucking bastard. He has the emotional depth of a rock.” Drago grumbled and I actually had to peek at him. 

I actually look over and manage to smile, “A rock?” 

“Yes, he is clueless, I realized that immediately but I didn’t realize he was totally brain dead until he talked to you. I’m sorry, we should have just sent him away and taken care of you.” Drago is beating himself up I can see it, and while I sort of want to help him, I decide to take the high road.

“I’ll be fine, we’ll be fine. My dragon apparently did something and fixed it. So, who knew? Anyway, it’s done, and I will deal with it later, I don’t really want to think about it right now.” 

The guys all nod, but they stay close. It actually isn’t until the next day that my contractions finally stop. I am on bed rest for the next week, so that is going to pose problems with helping with the kids. The guys put a chase lounge in the nursery so I can lie down with the kids. That was actually sweet. 

At the end of the week, I climb the stairs to the 4th floor, I’m going to the tower room, it’s time to deal with my mom’s death. Hopefully, this doesn’t affect the babies. Even walking up here the tears are falling down my face, after a week, they refuse to be bottled any more.