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Chapter 62

I wake to Matitus picking me up. “Go back to sleep love, I got you,” he says. I sit up wide awake. I look frantically around for my son only to see Silas getting up off the floor with him, cradling his still sleeping form.

I slump back against Matitus, watching Silas follow us upstairs when I hear the castle door open. Abbie walks in with the documents. Matitus sets me down on the ground and Silas continues upstairs.

“I have some things to do. Dragus is in the room waiting for you,” Matitus says, pecking my lips and leaving. Abbie follows me upstairs, Silas leaving the room as I step inside. I grab his arm, stopping him.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“To help Matitus with something. I will be back soon,” he says, kissing me before walking down the stairs. Dragus sits on the bed, smiling as he watches us. Our son is tucked in his arms. I walk inside and join him on the bed. Abbigail also does the same, sitting on the edge, holding her arms out for my son. “Come to aunty,” she says, excitedly stealing him from Dragus. I chuckle and Dragus moves closer to look at the forms Abigail passed me.

“You finally have a name?” he asks, and I nod, wondering if they will like it or hate it.

Dragus hands me a pen. He watches over my shoulder as I lean on a book, filling it out, when I realize I actually never knew Matitus or Dragus’s last names. I stop looking up at him.

“Draquin,” Dragus says, pointing to both him and Matitus names.

“You’re all married?” I ask and he nods.

“Yep, we just don’t like wearing rings, irritating for Matitus and Silas with shifting and they irritate my fingers,” he says moving to sit behind me. I nod, filling out the form when it asks for the baby’s last name. I pause again, uncertain I was the last of my blood line, if I write Draquin, my family name will be gone for good.

“Aziza Draquin has a ring to it, they won’t mind you keeping your name on the forms Elora. You can probably keep it when you marry us if you want,” Dragus says, making me look up at him. “What?” he asks, and I shake my head. “You will be marrying us Elora,” Dragus says with a chuckle. He kisses the side of my face.

“What if I say no?” I tell him, my lips tugging up.

“As if you would turn me down, you don’t need to marry them, but you are definitely marrying me. No choice, I will just pester you till you say yes,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. I chuckle and so does Abigail, who is watching us. Dragus points to the form wanting to see the name I chose. I fill the form out and hand it to Dragus, who scans it.

“I like it,” he says, taking the form from me and signing his part.

“You need to get Matitus to sign it and Silas, then Silas needs to approve it.”

“You think he will say no?” I ask and he shakes his head, yet I can feel he is a little uneasy about it.

Matitus comes in at lunchtime. I am still in the room; I hardly ever leave the room. This is our little bubble, though Abigail left hours ago, I always find it easier to remain in the room. When the baby starts crying, I try to get him to latch but once again he won’t. Then, Silas walks in with Matitus.

“What do you want to do?” Silas asks. Matitus and Dragus also nod, looking at me struggling to feed him.

“You want the pump?” Dragus asks and I shake my head, tears springing in my eyes at my complete failure to breastfeed, guilt hitting me.

“Have we got formula?” I ask and Silas nods.

“You want to use formula? It’s completely up to you, it’s your body. If you want to keep trying, we will try and help, so if you want to stop, you can,” Matitus says. I nod, looking down at my hungry baby.

“We will try the formula,” I tell them, stroking his cheek. Silas nods, walking out to go get some.

I hand Matitus the form beside me. He looks at it, smiling. He quickly signs it, tucking it back in the envelope. He kisses my forehead then holds out his arms for our son.

“What did you do today?” I ask him just as Silas returns with the bottle handing it to Matitus.

“Nothing much organising a feast for the kingdom.”

“A feast?” I ask, having been the first time I have heard of it. Silas nods.

“I have been working on something for a while and thought it would be good to invite everyone.” he tells me.

“When?”

“Tomorrow at one o’clock,” he says.