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A Problem Always has a Solution

*Chapter 21 *

The balcony railing groaned in protest as his grip tightened, veins bulging, muscles flexing like steel cables under strain.

Steam curled into the winter sky from his bare skin, still damp, hair beginning to freeze in the wind’s bite.

Conner exhaled slowly, his breath fogging the air. Snow began to drift lazily around him, silent and slow.

The world finally had its confirmation.

Blackout had a second half. A way to reach him. A weakness to exploit.

And the one thing he feared most was now on the board.

He knew how much the U.S. hated not being in control. And deep down, a quiet terror gnawed at him— someone would come for Daniella.

The cold helped. The sting grounded him. Slowed the storm in his head.

Anxiety was a bitch.

The sharp crack of straining metal snapped him back to the moment. He eased his grip, fingers relaxing as he shook snow from his bare feet.

“Sir?” The AI’s voice was calm in his ear.

Conner took a deep breath, let it out in a long, misty plume.

“Yes, Computer?”

“An email from CAF. Medical evaluation scheduling is available. They want confirmation.”

“Schedual the earliest date. Shouldn’t be any conflicts,” he muttered, taking another breath—then stopped cold.

His heart sank.

“How the fuck am I supposed to fly under the radar!?” he groaned, dragging both hands down his face.

“Sir?”

“I ran nearly seventy Ks without breaking a sweat, I can deadlift Daniella like she’s a gym bag—and that’s not even touching the Element in my blood.”

He leaned on the railing, voice tight. “That alone is gonna trip every goddamn alarm they’ve got.”

He let out a sharp, frustrated growl.

“Fuck!”

The word echoed out across the snow-covered trees, raw and loud.

He slumped against the cold railing, head low.

“I don’t mean to piss on already smouldering ashes,” the AI added dryly, “but you’ve been regularly using magic—strengthening your skin over time?”

“Y-yeah?”

“A needle won’t get through your skin, Conner.”

A beat.

“Fuuuukkk…”

Snow tumbled from the railing as his fist thudded against it.

“Needles likely wouldn’t pierce Daniella’s wing membranes either,” the AI continued with a chuckle. “Scales too dense. Hide too thick. And you?” It paused, almost like it was smiling. “You’re a human with needle proof skin. A pair of walking red flags.”

Conner let out a slow, frustrated breath.

“May I quote your father’s words almost exactly?” the AI said. “No problem is without its solution. If you can’t solve it, you’re not trying hard enough,”

He leaned forward, grumbling under his breath.

“I… fuck you.”

…

“Motherfucker!”

The flutter of pages was followed by a thud as a book hit the wall hard enough to knock a picture frame sideways.

Daniella sighed and padded toward the sound.

She found Conner hunched over his desk, shoulders tense, breathing sharp. The surface was buried in ancient tomes, half-unrolled scrolls, and loose notes. All three monitors glowed with arcane theory and magical diagnostics, symbols flickering like static.

“Come the fuck on…” he muttered, flipping through a page with one hand and reaching for a surgical-grade needle with the other.

“Conner—” Daniella started, but he was already pressing the needle to the underside of his arm.

His teeth clenched. Muscles flexed.

TWING!

The needle snapped with a sharp ping, one half skidding across the desk.

Daniella blinked. “What the hell are you doing?!”

Conner slammed his fist down hard. The entire desk jumped. So did the stack of books.

“We got confirmation,” he growled. “Med-eval’s next Wednesday.”

Her eyes widened. Bloodwork. Physicals. Strength assessments.

Their bodies weren’t exactly subtle.

“…Shit,” she muttered, folding her wings as she dropped onto her haunches. “So how the hell do we bullshit our way out of this one?”

Conner didn’t answer right away. He stared at his arm like he could will it to bleed.

“You can dodge the needle,” he said finally, voice low. “Scales are a solid excuse. Saliva sample should cover it.”

“And you?”

He exhaled slowly, jaw tight. “I’m screwed. A needle won’t get through. No way around that. And even if I did manage to get blood out, the Element’s in it. They’ll know I’m not normal within five seconds.”

“I’ll need a fake sample too,” Daniella muttered, her brow furrowed. “Scales or not, if they test anything Elemental... it’s game over.”

Conner rubbed his face with both hands, the frustration burning behind his slowly dulling green eyes.

“We’ll figure out the blood part,” he said eventually, voice steadier. “First priority’s masking the eye glow. And strength. No full displays. No car-lifting. No Olympic-level sprints.”

Daniella snorted. “So… dial it down to ‘peak human and dragon’ and pray they don’t make us arm wrestle a tank.”

Conner cracked a dry smile, even if it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Yeah. That’d be ideal.”

He turned back toward the monitors, mind already racing.

Behind him, Daniella watched, silent. Her wings rustled once before she settled again, tail curling close.

“Try not to throw any more books,” she said quietly. “You’re running out of walls.”

The next few days went by in a blur, none of his own books held answers. He had no way to suppress magical enhancement without risking physical damage.

And he had wasted time looking through Arcane manuscripts… his magic was not Arcane. Fueled by rage and channelled through the soul.

“A minor illusion trick could do the part…” the AI added calmly as Conner stared at the synthetic blood sample he had created.

“I could, or a fake skin sleeve with the synthetic blood in it…” Conner muttered as he flipped through the synthesizer’s display screen.

“Trick them, a manipulation of the light. They place the empty vile aside and you or Daniella swap in the synth samples after one of you sneezes… a distraction.”

“Ye-, will they evaluate us at the same time, in the same room?” Conner took a deep breath before he started ripping his beard out.

“The ‘Partner Program’ seems to talk a lot about a pair being considered one unit. I believe they use it as a way of introducing applicants to their partner. You two might be evaluated together so they can get an idea of how you two interact together.”

Conner collected the synthetic samples before rising from his seat. Glancing at the large black and red speckled egg in the incubation chamber before slipping out the door.

The cold tingle of nervous dread tickled at the back of his mind…

If he could grab Anxiety by the throat and squeeze…

…He would.

Conner took a deep breath to steady himself as he made his exit into the garage. The secret door thudding closed behind him.

“So, your spoofing has still been successful?” Conner asked with a sigh as he opened the garage door remotely, frowning at the volume of snow on the ground.

“Yes, I have made sure your name does not connect to your father. From what they see, a young country boy and his dragon friend have applied to the military.” the AI replied calmly as Conner climbed into his truck.

“Good, hope to God it doesn’t go any further.”

…

“So…” Daniella’s voice cut in over the deep, choppy rumble of the monstrous V8 beneath them. “What are we going to say to your parents—and mine? They’re definitely not going to approve.”

She sighed when Conner didn’t respond, staring out the driver-side window at a flashy sports car pulling up beside them at the light.

“Conner!” Daniella snapped, her voice sharp with annoyance.

“Wha—what?” he blinked, shaking his head like he could will his ADHD brain back into focus.

“Did you hear a single fucking word that just came out of my mouth?” she growled, shooting him a glare.

“Tough shit,” Conner muttered, still distracted. “It was our decision. We’re grown adults…” He glanced sideways at the car idling next to them. “The AI can handle company stuff while I’m out.”

Two quick honks snapped their attention back to the sports car. The driver, some guy in his twenties, leaned across his seat and shouted through the open window.

“Yo! What’re you runnin’?”

“Seven-point-three-liter V8, quad-turbo supercharged,” Conner shouted back with a smirk. “Manual tranny!”

“How many ponies?!”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you!”

Grinning, Conner revved the truck slightly, watching as the intersecting light turned yellow.

As soon as it hit red, he rolled up the window and braced.

The truck’s rear suspension bottomed out as the adaptive system failed to handle the sudden torque. The front tires broke free, spinning wildly as the whole vehicle launched like a missile.

The windows rattled. The sports car disappeared in a blur of tire smoke, standing zero chance against the ridiculous power of Conner’s so-called winter “beater.”

Once Daniella could finally move again—no longer pinned by g-forces—Conner caught the slow turn of her head from the corner of his eye. Her face twisted into a mix of irritation and reluctant amusement.

Conner sucked in his bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh. What came out instead was a strangled honk, something between a choking goose and a dying trumpet.

“Fucking tard ass…” Daniella muttered, turning back to the window. She pressed a paw to the end of her snout, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. She was trying—and failing miserably—to stay mad.

…

The faint, barely noticeable distortion of his vision began before Conner finally felt it start. A twitch. His eye. The muted buzz of fluorescent lights drove him nuts. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. The itch was becoming harder to ignore.

Conner leaned forward, letting his arms rest on his knees.

It was almost like this place was designed to drive a person mad—the ambient buzz, cheap chairs too small for someone like him, and the stale smell of harsh cleaning agents.

Daniella sighed, shifting on the platform she sat on. The tip of her tail twitched slightly in suppressed irritation. Her claws flexed against her seat as she tried in vain to get comfortable.

A human finally stepped into the waiting room, tablet in hand. She glanced around, paying no mind to the large black dragon in the room.

“Conner Stephens and Daniella SanNord?”

Conner bit back a grumble as he rose from his seat.

He noticed the slight twitch of the solider's brow as he looked down at her.

“Come with me,” she said calmly, regaining her stoic expression. “Med eval will be joint—standard for Partner Program applicants. We want to see how well you coordinate, how you respond under similar stressors. If one of you has issues, it’ll show in the other.”

“Understood,” Conner nodded, his tone flat and expression unreadable.

The exam room had the same stale, sterile vibe, but was more spacious than he’d anticipated. A basic medical bed sat against the fair wall and a computer desk with two monitors sat against the left wall. Daniella cautiously scanned the room, while the soldier pulled out the chair to her desk. Conner’s Tek contact lenses gave a mirrored readout of the computer screens—his and Daniella’s files.

"Vitals first. Sit," the soldier instructed, gesturing to a second chair in the room.

A blood pressure cuff was secured around Conner’s forearm. He resisted the urge to flex when it tightened. While she waited for Conner’s vitals, she stuck a pulse scanner just below Daniella’s jawline.

The soldier raised a brow and frowned slightly.

“One eighteen over seventy-two, resting heart rate of forty-eight… Oh my. Even the dragon has some impressive readings,” she chuckled. “Either you two are the most fit recruits we've had so far, or our equipment needs recalibrating.”

“We didn’t just join the military on a whim,” Conner said evenly. “We’ve been training together for about two years to make sure we were ready.”

“My biology doesn’t exactly allow me to be lazy,” Daniella added with a mildly amused snort.

…

Snellen charts. Colour plates. It was standard but boring, Conner had to bite back a sigh as he stepped out of the hearing test booth. Conner braced himself as the soldier paused, studying his eyes longer than necessary.

“Don’t think I’ve seen eyes quite that colour… vivid green. Are you wearing contacts?”

“Nope,” Conner lied. He didn’t need corrective lenses—his vision was borderline anomalous. But he wasn’t going to admit to having advanced tech stuck over his eyes.

“You both have very unique eyes. First dragon I’ve seen with that shade of red.”

Conner felt a shiver crawl down his spine as his heart rate ticked upward.

“Baseline for suspicious eye colouration is nonexistent. Relax. It’s being logged as unique but non-impairing,” the AI whispered in his ear through the hidden earpiece.

“Alright, that’s done…” the soldier turned to look at them both. “I see no need to do a physical test, I’ll send your files off to Ottawa, and unless I missed something, you’ll be notified of the decision in two weeks.”

Conner blinked, surprised. “No samples? Blood, urine?” he questioned.

The medic chuckled, “No, that’s definitely not necessary, you guys aren’t acting drunk or high, I see no need.”

“A little surprised, I expected a fitness test at the least.”

“Oh, the fitness test is done during basic, not yet.” the medic responded.

“Ah, understood. Have a lovely rest of your day,” Conner nodded before opening the door for Daniella.

Conner dug his fingers into the skin of his right arm and pulled. The sickening tear of synthetic flesh echoed through the garage as he peeled it away, finally letting his real skin breathe again.

“Egh.” He shuddered, tossing the torn sleeve to the floor. It landed with a wet, meaty plap. “All that fucking effort, and it was completely unnecessary!” he groaned.

“You better not leave that in the middle of the garage,” Daniella groaned, shutting the passenger door behind her.

“I don’t intend to,” Conner muttered, chuckling as his gauntlet snapped into place. Nanites crawled across his forearm, cleaning away the remnants of synthetic tissue.

With a loud whoosh and a burst of bright light, Conner ignited the discarded sleeve. Synthetic dragon bile sprayed from the nozzle mounted on his wrist, reducing the disguise to bubbling ash in seconds. The nozzle retracted smoothly, folding flush into the plating of his gauntlet.

“You enjoy watching things burn a little too much…” Daniella muttered, tail flicking behind her as she walked toward the kitchen door.

“Oh that’s rich coming from the fire-breathing lizard!” Conner scoffed as he turned away from the slowly shrinking scorch mark on the floor.

A huffy snort was his only response before the kitchen door was shut in his face.

Conner shook his head with a sigh. The corner of his mouth twitching up in amusement as he opened the door.

“What do you want for dinner?” Daniella called over her shoulder as she rummaged through a floor level cabinet.

Conner paused midstep, thinking for a moment before looking at Daniella.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head when she gave a dramatic stretch, flashing him as her tail raised over her back.

“Are you trying to insinuate something or are you actually going to cook something…” Conner chastised with a sigh, trying not to smirk.

Daniella gasped dramatically, “How dare!” she said, feigning ignorance.

Conner chuckled. “Nothing complicated, maybe burgers and fries…”

“And what of desert?” Daniella asked, a mischievous glint in her eye as a deep purr rumbled from deep in her throat.

Conner dropped his head forward as he stifled a laugh. “Fucking hornball…” he muttered under his breath as he left the kitchen and ascended the stairs to the second floor.

He sighed to himself as he pushed open his bedroom door, unbuckling his belt before he had even stepped past the threshold.

Keys, wallet, phone, pocket knife. All taken from his pockets and placed on his desk before his pants were tossed across the room.

As he was halfway through pulling his shirt off, thunderous footfalls charged down the hallway toward him.

“He—OOMF!” The wind was knocked out of his lungs as he was tackled to the floor.

In the struggle to get the shirt off his face, he felt a grip tighten around both his wrists. Conner felt the sensation of cool, smooth scales settle in his lap.

He was pinned, very pinned.

Conner struggled for a moment.

“Oh please, your little grunts are really… mmmh!” Daniella purred over him, her voice taunting.

Conner sighed, arms pinned above his head and twelve hundred pounds of horny dragon, still in Heat! In his lap.

He pursed his lips and rolled his eyes when she began to grind her crotch in his lap.

“If I remember correctly, you offered to make dinner!” Conner grumbled, trying to hold back his own building desire.

“That was until I remembered the very uncomfortable itch under my tail,” Daniella responded with a hungry growl. “And besides, it’s four in the afternoon. Fuck, shower, fuck some more in the shower and then I’ll make dinner,” Daniella declared with a stamp of her hindpaw.

“Well, can I atleast finish taking my fucking shirt off?” Conner groaned in displeasure.

“No!” Daniella giggled, “I think fucking you while you’re blind is hilarous.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s the plan!” Daniella snickered.

“Oh go fuck yourse—MMRPH!”

“Ah, ah, ah! Not the plan,” Daniella tutted as she planted her other paw over Conner’s mouth.

She smiled to herself as Conner went quiet, an annoyed huff came from his nose but he didn’t struggle as she resumed grinding around in his lap.

His penis began to harden inside its fabric prison. She shuddered, anticipating how it will feel inside her pussy.

“Another pair of underwear that will smell like dragon pussy for months.” Conner thought to himself, mildly amused as he felt her fluids begin to seep through.

Her tail coiled around his right leg before the tip began to caress his inner thigh. A shiver travelled up his spine as he shuddered. He let out a muffled moan beneath Daniella’s paw.

She chuckled.

Daniella paused for a moment, taking off her satchel with her phone and wallet inside and tossing it on the bed. She pulled the shirt off of Conner, smiling horn to horn as he glared up at her.

The tip of her tail slid along his thigh slowly, up the leg hole. She navigated by feel, slowly caressing the warm and soft skin. She smirked as goosebumps appeared across his body as her tail found his privates.

Taking her time, she traced every vein she could feel, her tail tip fondled the two warm orbs. It always baffled her why human biology thought something so delicate should dangle there, so exposed.

She giggled to herself as Conner whimpered quietly. So helpless, she found it so cute!

A deep rumbling growl vibrated the floor as Daniella unsheathed a claw and, starting at Conner’s jawline, she slowly dragged it along his jaw and down his neck.

Leaving a red line in his skin as she went, between his pecs before she traced around his abs. She giggled with mirth as the muscles under his skin went taut and shuddered. The hairs on his body stood on end as Daniella continued to tease him with gentle touches.

“You are so fun to tease!” she growled heatedly.

Daniella shivered in anticipation as she sat back on his thighs and grasped the tip of his member through his underwear. She raised an eyeridge as Conner went still, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath.

Before she could even open her mouth, Conner lunged forward, lifting her off of him with a grunt. She landed on the bed on her back with a muted thump, a hand planted firmly on her abdomen.

“Ooohoohoo,” Daniella cooed. “Where’d this come from, Bottom Bitch?” she added in a teasing tone.

Conner’s only response was a mildly annoyed snort as he kicked his underwear away.

Using his other hand, Conner slowly lined himself up to her soaking, dark purple entrance. He paused, letting the tip of his penis brush the outer lips of her slit. The area was flushed with excess blood from her arousal.

“P-please! Don’t tease me! I need you!” Daniella pleaded, huffy and breathless.

Conner smiled as he gently caressed her smooth belly scutes, the dark maroon such a beautiful colour he couldn’t get over. He glanced at the underside of her wings as they fluttered uselessly against the bed, the splattering of red not unlike a night sky of red stars among an inky black adding to her menacing but still feminine beauty.

“Making demands like that after teasing me so?” he chuckled, letting his hand glide down her body towards her sex.

She let out a whine as his fingers grazed the soft, sensitive flesh. He circled the entrance gently, as he knelt down. His face now level with the needy ‘ness’ rump.

“What are you doing!? Put it in already!” she rasped through shaky breaths.

“Patience, woman.” Conner chided.

She growled, but her fire died quickly as she felt Conner use his tongue for something other than speaking. Her tail coiled around his torso as he traced the outline of her slit, poking and prodding at different areas. Gauging her reaction to his actions.

“Hold still, ya horny fuck!” Conner laughed.

“I’m tryING!” she whined, her voice hitching as Conner wrapped his lips around her clit.

He slowly circled her pleasure button with his tongue as he dragged a finger slowly up the underside of her tail. He gently traced around her tailhole before bypassing her slit entirely to trail up her inner thigh.

He clearly was getting better at using his tongue, she could feel herself approaching climax already.

Conner almost felt dizzy, all he could smell was her—it was overpowering. With her still being in heat, the smell was stronger—more musky, not that he minded.

He trailed his finger back down her thigh, thick muscle rippling beneath the armoured hide. She wasn’t curvy like a human was, but that didn’t bother him one bit. He had begun to realize she was far more attractive to him than any human female ever could be.

Wide hips for egg laying, massive muscular thighs for sprinting and launching her into the air. Her tail was a damn bonus, thick and shapely, it added to her exotic appeal.

“Hey numbskull!? Can you quit ogling my ass and make me finish!” she demanded with a growl.

Conner smiled, tracing a finger around her slit before pushing it in. His face returned to the top of her pussy, gently blowing on the sensitive flesh before pushing his tongue in beside his finger and dragging it up.

He added a second finger as Daniella’s breathing sped up, he felt her tail start tensing as she gripped the back of his head with her paws.

Conner removed his fingers as Daniella began grinding his face into her crotch, he could hear her heartbeat as her thighs wrapped around his head. Her claws began digging into his scalp as her moans got louder and breathing more ragged.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Daniella cried out as her entire body tensed, squeezing the life out of Conner as he wrapped his arms around her thighs—holding on for dear life.

Daniella came HARD.

And Conner didn’t stop.

“C-Conner! St-stop! I’m gonna scorch the cei—!” she screeched, Conner didn’t listen.

Her throat tightened and she blasted the ceiling.

Once she finally regained her senses, no longer feeling like she was floating. Daniella opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling in the bedroom. “Conner!” she cried out in dismay. “I told you to stop!” His only response was a satisfied grin.

“Look at the damn ceiling!” she pointed with a growl.

Conner looked up and sure enough, the entire ceiling, baring the corners, was scorched completely black and the spot over the bed Daniella had hit directly was glowing red.

“You do remember who designed this house, right?” Conner chuckled, clearly completely unbothered by the potential fire hazard.

“You designed it before we started fucking!” she exclaimed with a huff.

“Oh please!” he laughed. “I over engineered the damn place,”

“Analyzing… No immediate action required,” the AI chimed in from Conner’s pc.

“Thank you! Now, can we continue?” Conner asked gently as he pulled his head from between Daniella’s thick hind legs.

She rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything, instead, she spread her legs wide for Conner.

“Love ya lots, Ella!” Conner chuckled.

“Put your dick where it belongs before I do it myself!” she barked impatiently.

“Yes Ma’am!”

“I swear to fucking God,” she muttered under her breath.

Conner stifled a laugh as he lined himself up with her passage.

Daniella’s head fell back against the bed as she felt the head of his penis push in. Her tail shot out and pulled him into the hilt before he had any time to react. She pushed herself further onto the bed, dragging Conner with her, grabbing his head gently and guided him to lie down on top of her.

“I like this position better, missionary makes you feel too far away,” Daniella whispered as her hind legs crossed over his back, locking him firmly in place.

“I think you like this more because you still have a lot of control,” Conner muttered back with a laugh as he lifted his hips up slowly, feeling his shaft drag along the soft, hot walls of her sex.

“Maybe…” she chuffed.

Conner rolled his eyes as he pushed himself back in slowly, relishing the warm, wet tightness of her passage. Like he was experiencing sex for the first time—everytime.

“We are going to need to wash the bedsheets again after this,” Conner whispered as he got himself into a rhythm, painfully slow at first.

“Quit worrying about laundry and fuck me!” Daniella moaned. “Squirrel brain…” she added after taking a deep, shuddering breath.

Conner snorted into her chest, but picked up the pace anyway. He was tempted to tease her a little more out of spite for the insult…. He would have if she wasn’t in heat and less moody.

Daniella dragged her claws through his hair as Conner began to slam his hips into her faster—harder.

Oh how she had been needing this for hours… keeping her composure during their medical evaluation was torture. Moaning on every exhale. She was a horny mess.

“Conner! Please, don’t stop!” she rasped in his ear.

Conner’s only response was a muffled whimper as he pressed his face against the base of her neck.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Daniella nearly roared as she reached her second climax.

Conner was caught completely by surprise as the large dragon seized up beneath him, her legs making it nearly impossible for him to keep moving.

But he didn’t stop, and that made Daniella squeal. Her orgasm intensified by Conner now pounding his hips into hers.

“FuUUCK!” Conner cried out.

He had expected Daniella’s orgasm to have ended, but she was still writhing and convulsing around him. Her passage had completely locked up and he could no longer pull out even if he wanted to.

He couldn’t hold back anymore, the pressure finally became too much and he came.

Daniella felt Conner unload deep into her pussy, she squeezed his back tighter with her hind legs. She clenched her eyes shut as she rode out her climax, barely paying any mind to the heat traveling from her core and pooling in her lower abdomen.

Finally her world stopped spinning and she lifted her head to look at Conner, who was barely coherent and panting heavily.

“Call me crazy all you want, but you felt really hot there for a second…” Conner swallowed and took a deep breath before continuing. “Like it actually hurt for a second.”

“The poor human can’t handle the heat of dragon pussy?” Daniella teased.

Conner rolled his eyes.

“Lemme go, fucker,” he grunted as he tried getting up.

Daniella smiled a devious smile as she tightened her grip with her hind legs. “Even if I wanted to—”

“Am I reverse knotted again?” Conner asked with a shake of his head, trying to hide the growing smirk on his face.

“Guess you’ll just have to lie here hilted exactly WE—!”

Daniella yelped as Conner pulled her off the bed with him. He held her tightly as he shuffled as much as he could with her locked around him.

“We both need a shower and I’d like it if we didn’t stain the bedsheets anymore than we already have,” Conner chuckled as he activated the basement shower and carried Daniella to the false rock section of the cave shower.

…

Showering took far longer than it should have as the two continued their bedroom escapades, but it wasn’t until next morning that Daniella noticed something was off.

Her heat cycle had ended abruptly with no warning.

She didn’t want to believe it, how could she have forgotten it was possible.

Daniella inhaled deeply, closing her eyes, she let the energy pool in her chest before searching. Feeling along her belly.

She flinched when she felt a pulse, nothing major, but it was feedback she picked up with magic. The very early stages. As wondrous as it was to be able to sense a pregnancy less than twelve hours after conception, she did not care about that now.

Memories came flooding back as she remembered. Every past life, there had always been two little ones.

And here she was again, deja vu hit hard as she caressed her lower abdomen. She was pregnant.

…

“You’re Fucking WHAT?!”