“He’s usually in such a sweet mood. He doesn’t like it when Cullen’s unhappy.”
Evander could understand that. “I don’t like it when you’re unhappy either. It makes me sad.”
“I don’t like being unhappy. I don’t think I like being pregnant very much either. Everyone else was so happy. Every time I try to do something to make everything happy, it just goes to shit.”
“Love, you are not at fault for Cosmo having a vision.” That had been what had set off this chain of events, and no, it wasn’t Cosmo’s fault either.
“And your father is not taking no for an answer.”
Not to mention that Hawk had told him Cosmo had gone through some truly miserable moments while pregnant.
“Father can be a bit bossy.”
“I know.” He chuckled. “So can I.”
“You can.” But Corbin was already perking up, wasn’t he?
“So now we go see your dad and let him cheer you up some.” He carried Corbin out into the sunshine.
“Ah, just the son I wanted to see!” Bron cried out.
Corbin just looked at his father, blinking a little bit, still holding on to Evander’s neck with both arms for dear life. “Hello, Dad. How are you doing?”
“I’m doing well, son, but you look a little dull. It’s been too long since you got out here and played in the dirt.”
“I just haven’t felt like it. You know how it is. Mom was the same way, wasn’t she?”
Evander looked at Bron, who rolled his eyes. “Occasionally. I think that we ought to go flying.”
Evander couldn’t help it. He felt his eyebrows rise up like a dragon taking off a little too fast.
Corbin sniffled. “Dad, I can’t fly. You know that I’m too overbalanced now. I could hurt myself and the baby.”
Bron snorted. “I don’t mean you should fly. I said we should.” Before Evander could even blink, Bron was shifting and changing into a huge dragon, his wings outstretched. He held out one paw. “Come, my son,” he said. “Step into my paw, and I will carry you.”
Corbin glanced up at Evander, who nodded, smiling happily. That was a perfect compromise. “I’ll run with you, Bron, if you’ll stay low enough.”
Kristofer laughed. “Who wants to ride me?”
“Me!” Little Isabelle threw her arms up in the air, her little face creased with joy.
Elliot frowned. “Too heavy.”
Before anyone else could even think to speak. There was a thundering of hooves. And Gregor, who had not returned with Bron, arrived with Evander’s father. “You’re not too heavy for me, son,” his father trumpeted. “My Elliot needs a ride as well.”
Three of the guardian brothers were grinning now, even his Corbin, and they all looked incredibly pleased. “We would fly with you, Dad. You and Corbin.”
“Come along, all of you.” Bron crouched and then sprang into the air, Corbin cradled gently in one huge clawed hand. He didn’t rise up too high, but he did easily take Corbin up with him, and Cullen and Cosmo shifted, and all of a sudden, the sky was filled with dragons right there in the Land of Summer.
Orion boosted Elliot up onto Evander’s dad’s back, and then they were off and running. Orion changed into his unicorn form and took his kids along for the ride.
He couldn’t imagine what the inhabitants of the Land of Summer must be thinking about such a thing, but it was astounding. He was sure. Bright, colorful dragons, unicorns, and the Lords of the Hunt all running together, flying, leaping with squealing little children on their backs and in their arms.
The beauty of it and the joy of it made him incredibly happy, and he could hear his mate in his head just screaming out for sheer happiness. Even Hawk was cheering them on from back at the house. He could hear the roar of it trumpeting his pleasure, and Evander felt bad for him that he couldn’t come flying with them, or that Hawk couldn’t have Bron fly with him in Lunastra. They would never get to be together as father and son-in-law that way.
It doesn’t matter,Hawk said to Evander in his head.Not as long as my mate is happy and as long as his brothers are with him. I can see you from here.
You’re the best of dragons, Hawk.
