Chapter 8 #3
Madison had five children and one on the way.
His mate, Layla, was the fire starter for their kind, giving the flames to the newly born dragons that came along.
She loved her job as much as he did, and he wouldn’t have changed it for the world.
Being the attorney for the family was working out well for him, and he liked his job.
Being around the kids all day made him happy, too.
There was never any stress in his body when she could spend twenty minutes with his children.
Dyson and Emma had nine children. They also had the oldest of them all, with their oldest being in his early thirties.
He couldn’t believe it had been that long since she’d had her first child, and the first of their kind born to them, too.
There were other children in the family who were older, but DJ was the oldest born dragon to the family.
His children were next in line of children and he loved that the older ones were getting out and meeting their mates now.
He was glad that they didn’t have to wait centuries for them to come along.
But he knew too that it would be all right.
They were out there, and they’d soon come to the family.
They talked about things that they had to get done, and neither one of them moved.
It was like that on some days. They weren’t lazy, but watching the kids play in the yard had a wonderful effect on them all.
They all got along so well that it amazed him that they were all related.
Sometimes there would be spats, but nothing that the kids didn’t get themselves out of.
He was glad that he’d had his children so young in life after meeting Layla, so that the one they were having now could take all their attention, and it wouldn’t matter. He loved being a father.
They all understood their father now. Mother, too, in being a parent, but their dad had been the one who had been in their lives the most while mom was working.
Dad had loved being around them as children, and it continued up until they were adults.
He hadn’t changed much since the grandkids had come along.
Only now he had a pocket full of treats he’d hand out to the kids when they were around.
He wondered if any of them cared that he was this big beast of a monster vampire that had been around for centuries?
He rarely thought of him as anything but their dad, who just happened to be a vampire.
When Edgar joined them a bit later, he’d brought his kids as well.
It seemed that the women were working on some project for the town and would be thrilled to get it done while the kids were preoccupied.
None of them cared about being a babysitter for their own kids.
It was a time they got to hang out with each other, too.
The kids were no problem, as they were good kids.
“Mandy is coming home in a few days. She and her mate are going to be helping her mom with the warehouse. I guess they’re getting ready to expand again, and it’s going to be a big deal for them.
” Mandy was Tabby and Edgar’s oldest daughter.
Edgar had four other children, and he said they were finished.
He’d see. He’d heard that from him before, right after their second child had been born.
It was fun teasing his brothers about their offspring.
“Once this expansion is finished, they’ll shut down the one in Tennessee and open up the one here.
It’s not able to expand anymore, and they’ve outgrown it.
That means her brother will be moving up here with his family, and that’ll be fun. I love that guy.”
They all did. It was nice to have extended family around, too.
Tabby’s parents were still alive, enjoying the life that they’d not been able to have with the warehouses being open.
Now that their kids ran it, they were free to go on trips and cruises to have the younger life they’d not had. He was happy for them.
Madison got to tell Edgar about William.
He too speculated on who the dragon slayer was, as they’d never seen any new dragons around the compound.
When they got on the subject of whoever it was that killed William, they were all sad that they’d not noticed that their own children had been made to suffer at his hands.
They all said that had they known, they would have killed him themselves, but he knew that wouldn’t have happened.
Grandma would have had to have gotten in on it, and she wouldn’t want him to be dead with all the grandkids around.
He also told him that she’d been beaten up as well, and that pissed them all off again.
It wasn’t until the kids started to complain about being hungry that they realized how late it was.
They took them into Madison’s house for some lunch that the faeries had made and smiled at the mess they made when helping out.
The faeries were trying to please everyone, and he thought that was funny.
There were as many different kinds of food as there were children, and he had to laugh again.
The faeries weren’t being so much helpful as they were messy, and he loved it. The kids did, too, apparently.
Putting the little ones down for a nap after lunch, he helped with the older kids to get into their swimsuits to play in the pool.
He was glad that he had one and even happier that they all seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.
Even the adults got into the water when it was obvious that the women weren’t going to be done for another few hours yet.
“You know who I miss? I miss Emma’s grandda. Boy, that guy would tell a yarn about anything. And the kids loved him.” They all nodded, knowing how much he’d meant to them all. “He wanted to go home, and I don’t blame him. Being a hundred and nineteen years old was a long time to be around.”
“He only wanted to be around long enough to outlive his daughter. He did that and some.” Nodding again, they all talked about how his daughter had been killed when she drew a gun on Dyson.
He’d been shot, too, but nothing that he couldn’t heal from quickly.
All three members of grandda’s family had been killed in a police standoff that took the life of their daughter and husband as well.
“I think that he enjoyed his later life more than he did the beginning. But he wanted to go to his wife. I hope they’re both up there having a good time watching over the kids. ”
“You know that’s just what he’s doing too.
” They all laughed and talked about some of the stories that he’d tell.
Some of them were all sure he’d made up, but it didn’t matter; they were good stories, and they all loved him for telling them about his life before his daughter had been born.
“I hope they’re all having a good time watching down over the kids.
It’s what they deserve for being such good people. ”
He nearly brought up William again, but they were having such a good time that he didn’t. He knew that they were still angry that he’d been around their kids, and he was as well. But he was dead now, and no one they had to worry about. Everyone was safe.
The three of them got the children up from their naps and helped them with their pool things.
He was thrilled that they all knew how to swim, so that he didn’t have to worry so much.
Also, he was glad that they didn’t mind sharing what they had at the house for when it came to sharing clothing.
He had enough to go around, and that was all that mattered to him.
Besides, the kids didn’t care what they had on.
They were just there to have a good time, and he was sure that they did.