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“I don’t really know anymore.” Cade’s brow wrinkled. “It’s been so long.”
“I just think that it’s a logistics thing.” Poe shrugged. “But it would be nice if she could meet the kids. Make it easier for Harden to meet her, too.”
Cade pursed his lips. “I will go and meet with her and see what she says about all of it, and I will express to her your preference, Poe.”
Poe gave Cade a dark look. “You do that.”
Goddess, he did not want to cause strife between his friends.
I think Poe has a right to be a little salty, Brayden told him.
Fascinating. You do? Why? She is the mystic. She doesn’t leave. Surely Poe understands that
These are her great-grandchildren, and she should make an effort. I don’t care what kind of a mystic she is. Family is too important to be left behind.
Harden pondered that for a moment. Maybe it was time he introduced Brayden to his parents? He hadn’t met them yet and they were going to be the grandparents of their baby. Was that why Brayden was so adamant about it?
Was he just worried?
“One way or the other we’ll figure out what your vision means.” Poe smiled at him, reaching over to pat his leg. Casual familiarity that the dragons from the human world had with one another always made him happy. They always said that dragons on Lunastra were so much more demonstrative, but he didn’t think so.
“I thank you.” Suddenly he made a decision. Pregnancy was making him impulsive. “I was wondering, Friend Poe, if you could watch my bwostfal for a few days soon.”
“Of course.” Poe’s response was immediate. “Why?”
“I wanted to take Brayden to meet my parents, see where they live, and see their bocapol.”
“Oh, of course! I’d be happy to. I’ll have Samuel come to help.”
“That would be wonderful. That way Brayden will get to see where I come from.”
“Wow, baby, that would be awesome.” Brayden leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “I would love to go meet your parents. From what you told me, it would be really nice to see some of their farming techniques.”
Oh, excellent. He had hit on the right thing to do to please his mate. “They are good people. I am their only child, and I am proud to belong with them. They will love to meet you and to know that I am with child.”
Tyr grinned. “Oh, we can send care packages — mead, honey. They need so many things. Perhaps maybe a trade?”
“Of course, what would you like to trade for?” That was how the world worked. I provide this, you provide that, we’re all provided for.
Poe beamed. “Dried meat? That would be well used. I’ll send honey.”
Cade grunted softly. “I’ll send some gold. Perhaps you can do the same for me. I have many mouths to feed.”
They all cracked up as Cade fed cheese to three very hungry triplets.
“You do. You very much do. Perhaps you would like some more bocapol, perhaps to milk?”
He looked at Cade. Cade looked at Poe, who nodded.
“I love animals. Do you have anything smaller, like the goats? Do you remember them? Have you seen the goats up on the mountain?”
His nose twitched. “I have not, but what if they bred with the dafydd? Is that a possibility?”
Poe’s eyes lit up. “We could attempt it and see if everything is well.”
“Lord, look out now. They’re crossbreeding rainbow sheep with goats.” Brayden shook his head. “Goddess help us.”
“I will send a message to Sebby. He will know whether it is possible, I imagine, by now. He thinks it is so, we will try it.”
