“Not in the slightest but at least there’s three of us and only two of them.”
I laughed. “It’s not that easy. Three of us or not we’re still going to have our hands full.”
“You can say that again.” Foster chimed in. “But I think it will be well worth it in the end.”
Epilogue: Rosie
Seven years later.
Myles wasn’t lying when he said that the twins would be a handful. From the start, they managed to get into heaps of trouble. Even as babies, their tails would find each other and coil together until it resulted in a miniature blast. If I didn’t keep my eyes on them at all times then there was no telling what could happen.
Now, at six years old, they were getting smarter and smarter. Which just meant they were able to come up with more ways to get into trouble. And to make matters worse, their fathers wanted to teach them how to hunt. I had the horrible image in my head of them shooting each other.
So, I stalled as much as I could.
“Eat all your breakfast, both of you,
and don’t you dare feed it to the wolf.” I wagged my finger at the boys.
The wolf, before you ask, belonged to the pack Myles had killed all those years ago. When Foster returned to the den, he found one lone wolf pup still alive despite all the odds. Instead of killing it, Foster brought it home and we have raised it ever since. For the most part, it acted like the dog I have always wanted but, it just meant I had one more trouble maker to worry about on top of the twins.
“Alright, mum.” They grumbled in unison. A dragon’s diet consisted mostly of meat but dragon children still needed a good helping of fruits and vegetable to keep them healthy and strong. But, like most children, they weren’t very fond of the taste.
Myles and Foster walked through the door decked out in their hunting gear. I eyed them with interest mostly because their outfits consisted of very little. I grinned, imagining us in the bedroom making love. We had discovered a way to protect against pregnancy which meant the three of us could have fun whenever we wanted so long as the twins weren’t awake.
The twins forfeited their meal and rose to their feet. “Do we get to learn how to hunt now?” Liam asked, eyes shining brightly.
“I want to learn to use dad’s dagger!” Oliver shouted. He was so excited that he could barely contain himself.
I chuckled. It was clear who took after who. Liam had his father’s patience and leadership, while Oliver took after Foster’s playful charm.
“Can mum come with us?” Liam took my hand.
“I don’t see why not,” Foster said with a shrug. “It’s probably a good idea if she learns. Never know what might happen in the future. Such skills might come in handy.”
“Oh no, I don’t think…”
“Mum, please! We want to see you shoot a bow!” Oliver pleaded. “We even promise to eat all our vegetables for a week!”
“Speak for yourself,” Liam whispered under his breath. “I’m not eating vegetables for a week.”
“You two should be eating your vegetables all the time.” I chided.
“What do you say, Rosie?” Myles offered me a bow. It was impossible to deny him when he looked at me with those gorgeous eyes of his. So, I took up the weapon. It felt heavy in my hand. “Come.” Myles led everyone outside.
We had since moved out of the village and created one of our own, high in the mountains where no one could find us. We had a few more dragons living on our land – just enough to sustain a farm and a bit of livestock.
In a nearby clearing, the men had set up target practice. “Now, all we are going to focus on today is the art of drawing your bow.” While Foster helped the children, Myles came up behind me.
Just the feeling of his body close to mine was enough to send a shiver through my spine. I held my breath as he took my hand and eased it into the right position. “How does that feel?”
“A little awkward,” I admitted.
“Lower your elbow and ease your hips back a bit.” He whispered, his breath tickling against the side of my neck.
“Myles…” I whispered, getting distracted.
“I suggest you focus because if you don’t do this right then you aren’t getting any tonight.” He threatened as his lips grazed my sensitive skin. He made sure the twins weren’t looking when he sunk his teeth into my flesh. I nearly moaned. “But if you do get this right then I’ll make it much more rewarding for you. I’ll make it so good that you’ll be screaming at the top of your lungs and I don’t care who hears.”