The Dragon Prince: A Dumb Lump and Salty Dragon

Wish Week (Clean Version)

RK: This version is for those who want to get the important plot points in this chapter without the little spicy part in the middle.

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Yawning and rubbing his eyes, Soren blinked as he greeted the morning. He looked to the side where his wife was still sleeping soundly. After sitting up, he admired her beauty and felt his heart swell with love. She appeared to be only slightly different from the day they'd met, having allowed her hair to grow a little longer since becoming a mother which now flowed partially over her face as she slept.

Exhaling a content sigh, Soren climbed out of bed and left the bedroom in their small home at the edge of the castle. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to make breakfast. Ezran had offered them private quarters in the palace but the family had decided against it. The home was close enough to be summoned when either of them were needed but far away enough to be both private and homely.

After making and setting out breakfast for his wife and children, Soren ate his own meal. He dressed himself in a side room before heading back upstairs to the second bedroom in the house, knocking on it. "Sparkle? You awake yet?" he asked, but when there was no reply, he opened the door and peeked inside.

Inside, across a range of toys and a childish mess, was a bed with a lump still lying in it. Chuckling, the man stepped in and walked to her window, pulling the curtains back and letting the sunlight fill the room.

Jewel gave a hiss as the light hit her eyes before pulling the covers over her head. Soren just chuckled as he reached out and tickled his child's now exposed toes. Instantly, she burst out into giggles, jumping out of bed to avoid any more. "Daddy!" she squeaked.

"Come on Jewel, time to get up. You will be late for school." He smiled, looking over her. "Want me to brush your hair?"

"No, I got it," she insisted, hurrying to her closet to pick out her outfit. At nine years old, she had her mother's dark black hair, keeping it short and neat around her head, and blue eyes with those slightly reptilian pupils.

Watching her for a moment, her father decided to leave her to her morning routine and approached the other bedroom in the house, pushing the door open without knocking. This room was also filled with toys, but far tidier, which was odd considering the occupant was far younger. "Cinnie? You up?"

The boy in bed sat up slowly. "Papa?"

"Hey, time to get up Cinnie," Soren said, walking over and opening the curtains. "I made you breakfast downstairs." He smiled and chuckled, walking over to the bed and trying to smooth his son's hair down as it stuck up everywhere. "Honestly, what are we going to do with your hair?"

The four year old smiled happily. Internally, Soren was glad that the boy had turned out the way he did with an appearance that was nearly identical to Pyrrah: black hair, blue eyes, and slightly darker skin than his mother's. The boy had no idea that Soren wasn't his real father, but they had agreed to tell him once he was old enough to understand. For now, he was Soren's son.

After a moment of trying to calm the boy's hair, Soren kissed his brow and nodded. "See you later."

"Bye papa."

Smiling, he left to check his wife again, who was awake, but he found her already up and putting her earrings in. She just grinned at him in the mirror. "Sorry honey, I'm already up. No tickling today," she teased.

Soren smiled as he walked over and kissed her cheek from behind. "As if I need a reason?" he whispered before going in with wiggling fingers, listening as the dragoness began to laugh and try to get away from him. When she fell off the chair and Soren had to catch her, she just stared up at him. "Dumb human."