Raikū PoV
I rubbed my head as I woke up. My body was sticky with sweat and other fluids. I looked over at Amaya who was fast asleep, her golden hair spread across the pillow like a halo. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable in her sleep. It was a stark contrast to the fiery, opinionated woman I spent my days debating with.
I stroked her stomach. A baby. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. I wondered if they would like dragons like me. Maybe they would want to steal my dragon collection, thinking of them as just their toys. Or perhaps they would be more into literature like Amaya. Or a mix of both. I smiled at the thought of a little girl with Amaya's purple eyes and my hair, arguing with me about why she was more worthy of my collection than I was.
