I heard the smile in his voice when he replied, “News, eh? Yes, I’ll get right on that. Shall we meet atseven?”
“Weshall.”
“Good. I’ll see the two ofyouthen.”
I rolled my eyes playfully. Of course Lorenzo already knew it was about Gabriel. I bet he already figured he waspregnant,too.
After hanging up, I turned to my mate. He had araisedbrow.
“Let me guess,” he began, “The Sky Cafe isn’t on the ground,isit?”
* * *
We arrived fifteen minutes early,mostly due to Gabriel’s insistence that we beontime.
“Failed step one,” I said withagrin.
He shushed me. “Being early counts as beingontime.”
He looked nervous. His hair was combed back neatly but he kept running his hand back through it to make sure it stayed in place. The beautiful white shirt he wore was tailored just for him - Gabriel seemed flustered when I told him I memorized his measurements - and his simple black pants accentuated his nice ass. Not that anybody else but me was looking at it, ofcourse.
“Are you sure he’s gonna like me?” Gabriel asked for the hundredth time. I knew he meant my alpha-father.
“Of coursehewill.”
“Okay, but what if hedoesn’t?”
I sighed and curled an arm around Gabe’s shoulders. “Then I’ll banish him for being abaddad.”
Gabriel’s eyes widened. “Is that athing?”
I smirked. “It could be if my dad was a bad dad. But I promise heisn’t.”
That seemed to calm him down. He breathed deeply a fewtimes.
“Honey, why are you so nervous anyway?” Iasked.
He frowned. “I don’t know. I mean, I’ve never been introduced to my mate’s dad before, obviously. And I haven’t had the best luck with being judged by olderalphas.”
“He’s not going to judge you,” I promised. “Just beyourself.”
“I’lltry.”
It was a bit crowded - the Sky Cafe was always popular, but especially on weekend evenings - so I held Gabe around the waist and kept him close to me. We had reservations, but we decided to wait near the landing deck for the rest of our party. Dragons and other flying shifters made their way onto the sturdy wood deck before changing forms and joining the rest of the waitinggroups.
When a raven landed gracefully on the deck, Gabe gasped. “Oh! IsthatRuby?”
It was. She shifted and joined us with a prim smile. “Hello, Dante.Gabriel.”
She had a knowing gleam in her eyes, like she already suspected the reason for this little get-together, but she didn’tmentionit.
Soon another familiar figure banked towards the landing deck. The silver dragon flared his wings and touched down. But behind him, there was another dragon - a deep, gunmetal grey.Mydad.
Gabe tensed and clutched my arm. “Isthat…?”
“Yes.” I kissed the top of his headreassuringly.
Both the dragons shifted and made their way over to us. My older brother looked the same as usual, with his roguish silver hair tucked behind his ears and his broad shoulders held back in proper posture. He was almost as tall as my alpha-father, who walked beside him. Dad’s dragon form was bigger than the last time I saw it, which happened with age, and I could see the wise wrinkles in his face when he smiled atmenow.
