really short sorry :( ‖_________________૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა________________‖ He gasped. Me. A father. WHAT? “Isn’t it a bit early? I mean, we only met a few weeks ago.” “You’re right, but I’ve already come up with names! If it’s a girl, then maybe we should call her Aurora, and if it’s a boy then we should call him Brisk.” “I like those names, but I don’t know if I'm ready to be a dad,” he admitted. He wondered how his parents would react when they found out that they would be grandparents. Either way, they would still be disappointed. He also couldn’t imagine his child: a clear white dragon with color changing wings. How would they feel when they realized they were from two different tribes? Would they even like their parents? Spike had so many questions. Gecko smiled and twined her tail with his. “you'll do great,” she said. “I promise-” Suddenly there was rustling in the bushes. A large RainWing appeared, much older than the couple. “Gecko, who are you talking to?” She asked. “Mother! Don't you remember Spike, my mate?” “Ah, yes, I remember him clearly,” she said with a stern face, glaring at her son-in-law. “I’m Beryl, if you don’t remember either. Welcome to the family.” “Thanks,” said the Icewing, glaring back. He knew that she didn’t like him, especially since he was from another tribe, and she certainly wasn’t a fan of them becoming mates and having children. He turned to Gecko. “What should we do now?” “Let’s just fly around the kingdom and talk, since we do that all the time,” she replied. “See you, mother!” “Bye, sweetheart! Stay safe from others,” said Beryl. Spike quivered as he realized she was talking about him.
