Lago stuck out his bottom lip in an equally mocking pout, making it quiver. He winked as Demus left for some water, "No problem there, we'll be waiting." Lago sat up and leaned against the edge of their nest. The nest was quite a feat of dragon engineering. It was made using a combination of mud, grass, tree branches, and that play sand from the western end of the enclosure. They had made a good sized mound, and then had dug a little crater into it. They lined the inside with soft leaves and grass. He dared say it was more comfortable than either of the other two nests he'd made with previous mates.
He sat there rubbing his belly, poking and prodding. Damn these layers of fat! He could just feel the outer most one, closest to his belly button. He'd have to tell Demus when he got back, assuming the egg didn't shift. He looked down at his chest and noticed that they were swelling up as well. His breasts had been getting sore lately. Swamp dragon kits both breast fed and fed on any edible foods the parents brought them. Lago started giggling at the thought of seeing Demus' face if the kits all turned out to be chubby. One thing about swamp dragon pregnancies, their appetites skyrocketed. They ate everything.
Of course he couldn't think about the kits without the thought of them getting taken away creeping into the fray. He felt his eyes start to mist, but he quickly wiped away any tears that threatened to fall. He didn't want to think of that right now. They still had four months until they were born, and who knew, maybe there weren't any buyers right now. They could get lucky and at least get to feed them for a few weeks. Of course that could make it harder to let go. Lago sighed and continued rubbing his belly, at least content in the knowledge that the facility couldn't get at them for now.
He was pulled away from his thoughts by Demus handing him a giant leaf of water. His mate had done well, there was quite a bit in the leaf. Lago tilted his head back and drank greedily. Love making sure had a way of making one thirsty. "Mmmm...the leaf does make it taste better", he said smiling at Demus. "Hey c'mere. You can actually feel one of the eggs", he motioned with his hand.
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Shelly put on her night gown and put some moisturizing lotion onto her face, arms and legs. She may have been a former marine and now an FBI agent, but she still liked to look good. She actually looked younger than most 52 year old women who had been through the military. She had good genes she assumed. Before she left the bathroom, she looked into the full length mirror at herself. She turned sideways and ran her hand over her abdomen. It was flat and toned...as usual. Not the way she had wished for it to be. She should have been seven and half months pregnant today. However, the powers that be decided against it. She had been pregnant just over 2 months ago. One day, she and her husband had gone in for an ultrasound, and there were no heartbeats. It had been too good to be true.
She pushed out her belly as far as it would go, trying to imagine what she might have looked like had the baby survived. She had gotten absolutely huge with her triplets. She shook her head and sighed. She had run out of tears a while ago. Here she was, a 52 year old former marine, mother of 3 grown children, ready to go under cover for the FBI into a facility that was most likely breeding weaponized dragons, and all she could think about now was how badly she wanted to be a new mother again. Things couldn't get any stranger or more stressful if they tried. She wanted to try again, and so did Harold. He was like a kid on Christmas when he had heard the news. She was going undercover though, and trying for a kid now just wasn't a very practical idea. She turned off the light and walked over to the bed, being careful not to wake up Harold. She crawled in and gently wrapped her arm around him, and tried to turn off the thoughts racing through her brain.
He sat there rubbing his belly, poking and prodding. Damn these layers of fat! He could just feel the outer most one, closest to his belly button. He'd have to tell Demus when he got back, assuming the egg didn't shift. He looked down at his chest and noticed that they were swelling up as well. His breasts had been getting sore lately. Swamp dragon kits both breast fed and fed on any edible foods the parents brought them. Lago started giggling at the thought of seeing Demus' face if the kits all turned out to be chubby. One thing about swamp dragon pregnancies, their appetites skyrocketed. They ate everything.
Of course he couldn't think about the kits without the thought of them getting taken away creeping into the fray. He felt his eyes start to mist, but he quickly wiped away any tears that threatened to fall. He didn't want to think of that right now. They still had four months until they were born, and who knew, maybe there weren't any buyers right now. They could get lucky and at least get to feed them for a few weeks. Of course that could make it harder to let go. Lago sighed and continued rubbing his belly, at least content in the knowledge that the facility couldn't get at them for now.
He was pulled away from his thoughts by Demus handing him a giant leaf of water. His mate had done well, there was quite a bit in the leaf. Lago tilted his head back and drank greedily. Love making sure had a way of making one thirsty. "Mmmm...the leaf does make it taste better", he said smiling at Demus. "Hey c'mere. You can actually feel one of the eggs", he motioned with his hand.
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Shelly put on her night gown and put some moisturizing lotion onto her face, arms and legs. She may have been a former marine and now an FBI agent, but she still liked to look good. She actually looked younger than most 52 year old women who had been through the military. She had good genes she assumed. Before she left the bathroom, she looked into the full length mirror at herself. She turned sideways and ran her hand over her abdomen. It was flat and toned...as usual. Not the way she had wished for it to be. She should have been seven and half months pregnant today. However, the powers that be decided against it. She had been pregnant just over 2 months ago. One day, she and her husband had gone in for an ultrasound, and there were no heartbeats. It had been too good to be true.
She pushed out her belly as far as it would go, trying to imagine what she might have looked like had the baby survived. She had gotten absolutely huge with her triplets. She shook her head and sighed. She had run out of tears a while ago. Here she was, a 52 year old former marine, mother of 3 grown children, ready to go under cover for the FBI into a facility that was most likely breeding weaponized dragons, and all she could think about now was how badly she wanted to be a new mother again. Things couldn't get any stranger or more stressful if they tried. She wanted to try again, and so did Harold. He was like a kid on Christmas when he had heard the news. She was going undercover though, and trying for a kid now just wasn't a very practical idea. She turned off the light and walked over to the bed, being careful not to wake up Harold. She crawled in and gently wrapped her arm around him, and tried to turn off the thoughts racing through her brain.