Chapter Seven
1017 Words
Dewi
Hovering in the middle of Ami’s small living room with the over flowing bucket of chicken in my hands I felt suddenly so far out of my depths it wasn’t funny.
I had never felt this self conscious in my entire life. I had always been so confident, arrogant either. Amelia would have said infuriating.
But I honestly didn’t know what the hell I was meant to do with myself. Was it ok to sit down? Did I go and rummage in her kitchen for plates and silverware? What was the proper behaviour for a situation like this?
From the hallway , I could hear Amis sing song voice clearly. Thanks to my shifter senses.
“She finally went to sleep about ten minutes ago.” The younger girls voice carried more. “I shouldn’t have dragged you home…”
“It’s fine , I would want to be home if Fi is sick. Did she take her medicine?” Ami’s voice was low, soft . A mother’s voice. “I shouldn’t have…”
“I would never have called if I had known you were on a date.”
I grinned right there standing on the rug.
“It’s not.” Amelia sounded flustered.
“Bull,” a giggle.
“It’s nothing more than a business meeting.”
“He definitely wants to get down to business with you.” Another giggle. “And you should definitely let him. Have you seen him. I bet he would be spectacular.”
I liked her sitter, she was perceptive and she definitely wasn’t wrong about me wanting to get right down to business with Ami.
Right here on the rug I was standing on, would do for a start.
The front door closing sounded loud in the sudden quiet. And the strident wailing of a baby sounded from upstairs. High pitched and insistent.
“I’ll be right back, make yourself at home.” Ami’s voice sounded from the hallway followed my her rapid footsteps and she bounded up the stair.
Make myself at home. Hadn’t I said something similar to her when she had moved into my house for the first time?
“Hey.” Suddenly appearing in the doorway she smiled and the breath caught in my throat. She wasn’t alone. “You can sit down you know.” She seemed so at home in her own humble surrounding. As she padded across the room towards me.
The baby, on her hip.
Not the baby, my baby.
My daughter.
Ffion.
And she was not happy at all. Her round face was all screwed up as she wailed her displeasure. Turning redder and redder with every high pitched sound she made.
Definitely my daughter. She had my temper. Although her mothers wasn’t exactly calm when she lost it either.
“I’ll get you a plate…” Suddenly she seemed lost. Glancing from the screaming child to the kitchen with pursed lips.
“Here.” I held out my arms “give Ffion to me.”
For a second she seemed to hesitate. “Are you sure , I wouldn’t want her to spit up on your suit.”
“ Ami,”I sighed. “I don’t know where you keep your things so it’s easier if I hold Ffion. Like I said I have a son . Spit up doesn’t bother me and my suit can always be cleaned.”
Reluctantly she passed the baby over.
My daughter.
It had been so long since I had held young in my arms. Rhydian had always been so quiet and placid that he had rarely needed contact.
“I’ll be thirty seconds tops.”
I wanted to tell her to take her time, as I held my daughter in my arms for the first time in my arms but I kept my mouth shut.
“Hello Ffion.” Gingerly I sat on the edge of her couch , staring down at my own eyes in her mother’s face and the crying stopped instantly.
She was staring at me with an intelligence that far out weighed her few months on earth.
The oracle had said she would be powerful.
Letting my mind turn gentle I probed my daughters mind.
Greeted by the whirlwind of colours and smells that was her life, or at least what she saw of it. There was lots of her mother.
But deeper down, there was something else. Another being lay curled up and sleeping, spike tipped tail flung carelessly over its about as it snoozed.
She wasn’t even a year old yet and her dragon was already there and fully formed. The oracle had been wrong. She wasn’t going to be powerful she was going to be unstoppable. Usually a dragons other self didn’t start materialising until they were at least three or four and yet here she was.
She would shift early, I could tell. And that was going to be problem.
“Wow.”
Glancing up I smiled at Ami’s shocked face as she took in the sight of me, her daughter cwtched firmly against my chest. There were no more tears. No more wailing. The little girl was totally at peace.
My dragon soothing hers.
“I should have told you .” I grinned “children like me.”
“That’s an understatement. She doesn’t settle for anyone but me.”
“I guess she likes me then.” I let my eyes linger on her.
“I guess she does.” She admitted. “You do seem very likeable Dewi, which is surprising.”
I laughed. I had won over my daughter. Now all I had to do was keep it ups and win my mate back as well.
- Writer
