Chapter 14 Matthew #2
I stared at Grantham, puzzled. What was he talking about?
“Sweetheart, we could use your opinion as to the placement of the dragons. Would you mind?”
“Sure, be right there.”
“Hey, I have to go. Cornelius needs my opinion on dragon placement, I guess.”
“About time they included you,” Grantham growled out, causing me to laugh again while nodding.
I waved as I got off the stool and headed to our suite.
I’d tried using my magic here and there, and it was a bust. For some reason, I was one of the unlucky ones whose magic simply didn’t work while pregnant.
I hoped it wasn’t going to always be like that, but one never could tell.
I walked through the house, and when I got to the stairway, I looked up.
It was a large expanse up to the second floor since the ground floor had thirteen-foot ceilings everywhere.
I was told it was because at the time it was built, there was no central air-conditioning.
But since I didn’t really know what that was, I shrugged and continued to listen.
In the fae realm, it was always mild. We didn’t need heating or cooling.
When I reached the first landing, I went left and up to the third floor, which was just as high up as the second. It was a good thing I wasn’t afraid of heights because I really enjoyed the small balcony we had off our living room.
By the time I reached the third floor, I was a bit winded, and if I wasn’t pregnant, I would be worried, but when I felt our son kick me in the side, I knew that he was most likely the reason why I was breathing heavy.
My pace down the hallway toward our rooms was slower, and when I reached the door, I was ready to chew Cornelius’s head off for asking me to come up and decide dragon placement. Next time he needed to come and get me.
“Okay, I’m here,” I panted out as I entered the room that was directly next to ours. All three warlocks in the nursery turned and stared at me. Cornelius quickly rushed over to me.
“Sweetheart, are you okay? Why are you winded? Does something hurt?”
I rolled my eyes. “Hello. Pregnant fae here who can’t use his magic. I just climbed all those stairs. This place needs an elevator,” I grumbled as I pushed into the room and stopped. It was…
“There’s an elevator,” Patrick said.
I slowly turned toward the warlock with a shocked look on my face. “Seriously? There’s an elevator?” I quickly turned a glare to Cornelius.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it. But yeah, there is. It’s on the other side of the house though. I’ll show you whenever you want.”
There was an elevator. I just blinked at Cornelius. There was an elevator. And I didn’t know about it. That had me wondering if there were other things about the estate that I didn’t know about.
“Matthew? Sweetheart? You okay?”
I nodded and turned to look at the room. There were dragons everywhere.
“Did you guys maybe go overboard with the décor? And the furniture is all wrong. We should have either dark wood or gray. Gray would set off the wall there to the right,” I told them as I walked over to the largest scene.
It was gorgeous. There were rolling hills with thatch-roof huts near the bottom and a large castle toward the top and right.
Above it were smaller dragons flying around, and to the left were larger ones, making them appear as if they were closer.
“It’s gorgeous. I think, though, if you continue the design toward the left, have the rolling hills turn to a forest right there in the corner, and then have the forest give way to a rocky cliff.
You can have your dragons living in the caves in those cliffs over there,” I said as I gestured all the way left.
“And don’t forget the ceiling. It needs to have glow-in-the-dark stars just because it does. ”
I looked at the other three in the room, and when Cornelius opened his arms, I walked into them. When he wrapped them around my shoulders, I sighed. Our little guy decided to kick out at being squished, and my poor mate jerked when he was suddenly bumped in the groin.
“You okay?”
“Fine. Just surprised me.”
I smiled. “He’s been active today.”
“There. How’s that?” Patrick asked. I looked at him before turning to see what he was talking about and gasped. It was…perfect. He’d decorated the walls exactly as I’d suggested.
“Oh, Patrick, it’s perfect. I love it.”
“Oh no, it was all Arthur. He’s the one with more of an artistic eye. I honestly think it’s in the family line.”
I looked to the coven master in shock. “Does that mean you approve?”
It meant so much to me that he’d done this for us. “I do, yes. Thank you. I…it’s exactly as I’d envisioned. Thank you. It’s quickly becoming my favorite room in our suite.”
“As it should be. You’ll want something comfy to spend all those midnight feeding hours in. Why don’t we go shopping,” Patrick said as he placed an arm around my shoulders.
“Oh, I can’t leave though.”
“Who said anything about leaving? We’re just going to the living room to get comfortable. You have a tablet or laptop, right?”
I nodded.
“Then we’ll get shopping for comfortable chairs and pick one. We’ll have it put in that corner, and when you’re feeding your little guy, he can look up and see the dragons on both walls.”
“Go on. Have fun. Master Arthur and I will finish up with the other things,” Cornelius told me.
“Just Arthur,” Master Arthur said while rolling his eyes.
I smiled as I let Patrick lead me from the room.
Everything I’d been raised being told about the warlocks was at odds with how they’d accepted me.
I didn’t understand it. Especially since Master Arthur was the Edison’s firstborn son.
If the Edison hated us so much, shouldn’t his children as well? Especially his heir?