The Alpha Dragon's Prisoner

Baby Fever-Igneous

The cry of my daughter pierces the air and I rise with a groan as Magma starts to stir. "Our turn" me and my dragon say with excitement as we exit the room. Finally used to the layout of our new cabin I make it to their room next to ours and scoop her up. I gently rock her to soothe her so she doesn't wake her brother. Green eyes like my own blink up me as I smile at her.

She is the epitome of beauty, just like her mother.

The words of my dragon cause her to bring her hand up to touch our face as he pushes forward. She coos at him as a purr leaves our chest. With her in our arms we head to the fridge to heat up her milk. Used to the nightly routine I grab two bags knowing that her brother will also wake up soon. She waits so patiently as she looks around the room to see what I am doing. I shake my head as I think about how impatient her brother is. If it were he who had awoken first he would scream bloody murder until he was fed.

Once the milk is warm I settle her into the crook of my arm as I hand her the bottle. Even though they are only a few weeks old they are already able to hold them for themselves. She drinks the bottle greedily as her eyes start to droop. My dragon and I keep the purring in our chest consistent to lull her back to sleep. For some strange reason she refuses to sleep with us unless we do the sound. It's almost like an instant calling to calm her.

Just as she swallows the last of her milk her arms droop and she lets go of the bottle. I snag it before it falls and place it into the sink as I lay her over my shoulder to burp her. After just a few pats she lets out a burp so loud that I have to look at her face to make sure it actually came from her. As she gets more comfortable with a full tummy her mouth spreads into the tiniest smile.

When I walk her back into the room I have the same problem that I have been having the last several nights. This internal need to keep her with me always just stays with me. I never want to put her down. My mother has scolded me for holding the babies as they sleep saying that they will become too spoiled and want to be carried all the time when they are bigger.

I still think the idea of it is preposterous. There is no way to spoil a baby. We can give her all the love in the world and I still don't think that that will be enough.

"Maybe we can hold her for just a few more minutes. There is no harm in that" I say to Ermias with a chuckle. Just as I finally decide to lay Marble back into her bed Obsidian decides to make his debut. I swoop him up from his crib as I immediately feel his diaper. Marble was dry when she awoke but my sons diaper is full.

That smell should be outlawed for everyone. The hairs of my nose sting and I haven't even shifted yet to see it.

I nearly gag when I release the ties of the thing. It's definitely some type of lethal bomb. I find myself tempted to ask what he has been eating but since its Magma's milk I decide not to. After nearly six wipes I finally get him all cleaned and he is crying once more to demand his food. I curse when I enter the kitchen and see that I left his bottle in the hot water. Touching it my palm feels the heat and I take it to the sink to run it under cool water.

Jostling him in my hands I try to bounce him to quiet him down as I wait for the milk to cool. He is throwing a huge tantrum as he sees the bottle yet is unable to have it. He quiets for a moment when I lift the bottle up to check the temperature but his crying increases once I add it back to the cold water. We try purring to calm him but it doesn't work on him like it works on our daughter.

Magma enters the room rubbing her eyes as she holds out her arms for him. She immediately releases one of the shoulders from her robe to feed him. Just as she brings her nipple to his mouth he pulls away and lets out a growl. Our head whips over at her gasp to see our son engulfed in flames as her robe catches fire.