When she didn’t respond to his question, his eyebrows furrowed. “What?” he said.

“Oh, nothing, just changing the subject,” she murmured, shuffling in closer till her knees pressed against his. “This is all just so unbelievable. How is this my life? How are you all mine?”

Marcus smirked on one side of his face, then lifted a hand to run his fingers through her hair. It was something he did when they were having intimate conversations, lulling her into a deep sense of security and understanding.

He lowered his voice, though the celebration had migrated away from them toward a performance of live music. Rachel could hear the hum of guitar strings and chatter with its pleasant din.

“It’s all real, Rachel. I promise you. Once the mating mark is made, that is it. For me, at least.”

His voice trailed off, and his eyes shifted downward. A rush of fear grabbed her. She seized his face in her hands and forced his eyes to fix upon her own.

“Marcus, look at me.”

He did.

Rachel took his hands resting on her legs and placed them on her belly. She had only just started to show, with the smallest of bumps, the fetus the size of an apple core. But she already felt love for it pulsing through her veins with the strength of a dragon’s fire.

“This is also final for me. This child is our future. A future that we both need to protect and care for so it flourishes. And we can only do that together.”

Slowly, a smile so proudly radiant grew on Marcus’s lips. Rachel’s sense of anxiety vanished completely.

He kissed each palm with intention, then moved to kiss her forehead. His voice made her spine tingle, a sensation that she knew would never be put to rest.

“I know, Rachel. I have known that for a long time now. Our love is something special. The path may not be smooth, but we will forge it together.”

Rachel bit her lip, then kissed him sweetly on each cheek.

He laughed. His tongue slid between his teeth, and his eyes sparkled. God, he was something else.

“I promise to make it up to you later,” he said, rubbing her belly. “I will make it up to you forever.”

Guiding her gently, he held her hand as they strolled toward the band. The music played on, a slow dance, its steps destined for Rachel to master, a graceful rhythm leading her into a wondrous future with a dragon by her side.

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