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Authors: Alisa Woods
Tags: Romance - Erotica
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dear. “Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to get irrationally upset about crazy stupid things?” Arabella asked. “You know, pregnancy hormones, and all that?” The truth was, she couldn’t care less about the little clothes. They were just an excuse to spend some time with Rachel.
But her best friend was taking it to a Defcon One level of seriousness.
She stomped over to the door, pulled it open, and shouted out into the great room, “Cinaed, you double crossing dragon, get in here!”
Arabella laughed so hard, she had to hold her side to keep it from jiggling too much.
A moment later, Cinaed appeared at the door, looking incensed. “By all that’s magic, woman, what is the fuss you’re raising now?” He threw a sharp glance at Arabella, but the giggles that were hiccupping out of her made his shoulders relax.
“There are no pastels,” Rachel said like this was a crime against humanity.
Cinaed turned an angry glare back to her. “And this is a thing worthy of embarrassing me in front of my prince?”
“Well, if you did your damn job—”
“Oh, for the love of God…” Arabella could barely speak she was laughing so hard. “Cinaed, just come in and make some more clothes. Please.”
Cinaed gritted his teeth but stepped into the room and closed the door. “What color does my lady desire?” he asked Rachel pointedly.
“Pastels. Babies are supposed to wear nice pastel-type colors. Anyone knows that.”
Arabella was starting to gasp with laughter and had to fan herself with one of the tiny t-shirts. She hadn’t laughed so hard in some time, and the idea that Rachel had any clue what babies were actually supposed to wear was giving her the terminal giggles.
“Very well.” Cinaed went to work and conjured a tiny yellow jumper. More sunflower than Easter egg, though. “Like this?”
“No!” Rachel scowled at him. “Are you colorblind?” She turned to Arabella. “Is that a dragon thing? Can he legitimately just not see the colors at all?”
“Oh God,” Arabella gasped, trying to stop the laughter but being completely unsuccessful.
“I can see color just fine,” Cinaed ground out. “How about this?” He conjured five more identical outfits in varying shades of yellow. “Surely my lady can find one to her suiting amongst these.”
Arabella fanned herself harder and tried to rein herself in. Then another one of those waves of heat came over her. Her laughter was choked off as the wave didn’t simply rise and fall but seemed to catch wind and wash over and sweep her under.
“Rachel,” she gasped out, struggling for breath between the leftover spasms of laughter and the new wave of burning fire that seemed to be flooding her body.
“No, no!” Rachel said, wagging a finger at her without looking at her. “Let the dragon explain himself why precisely none of these are actually pastel.”
“Rach…” The gasp in her voice finally drew both of their attentions.
“Oh my God!” Rachel threw out her hands in surprise, then launched herself across the room and, in two fast strides, reached Arabella’s side.
“My lady!” Cinaed was a half step behind her.
“It’s the heat,” Arabella panted. “Need… ice bath… quick!”
He snatched her up from the bed and carried her into the bathroom, holding her with one hand and conjuring as he went with the other. By the time they reached the bath, it was already filled with ice water, and he plunged her into it. It was like an icy storm crashing into her body, but the heat was so extreme it wasn’t reaching her. She stared at the water as it started to hiss around her body, boiling up steam that tossed around the ice cubes.
Cinaed just stared, aghast. “Holy mother of magic.” His voice was just a whisper.
Rachel stood in the doorway with both hands over her mouth and panic in her eyes.
“Get the prince!” Cinaed shouted, panic filling his voice as well.
Rachel jumped and turned to flee, but Arabella could see her
But her best friend was taking it to a Defcon One level of seriousness.
She stomped over to the door, pulled it open, and shouted out into the great room, “Cinaed, you double crossing dragon, get in here!”
Arabella laughed so hard, she had to hold her side to keep it from jiggling too much.
A moment later, Cinaed appeared at the door, looking incensed. “By all that’s magic, woman, what is the fuss you’re raising now?” He threw a sharp glance at Arabella, but the giggles that were hiccupping out of her made his shoulders relax.
“There are no pastels,” Rachel said like this was a crime against humanity.
Cinaed turned an angry glare back to her. “And this is a thing worthy of embarrassing me in front of my prince?”
“Well, if you did your damn job—”
“Oh, for the love of God…” Arabella could barely speak she was laughing so hard. “Cinaed, just come in and make some more clothes. Please.”
Cinaed gritted his teeth but stepped into the room and closed the door. “What color does my lady desire?” he asked Rachel pointedly.
“Pastels. Babies are supposed to wear nice pastel-type colors. Anyone knows that.”
Arabella was starting to gasp with laughter and had to fan herself with one of the tiny t-shirts. She hadn’t laughed so hard in some time, and the idea that Rachel had any clue what babies were actually supposed to wear was giving her the terminal giggles.
“Very well.” Cinaed went to work and conjured a tiny yellow jumper. More sunflower than Easter egg, though. “Like this?”
“No!” Rachel scowled at him. “Are you colorblind?” She turned to Arabella. “Is that a dragon thing? Can he legitimately just not see the colors at all?”
“Oh God,” Arabella gasped, trying to stop the laughter but being completely unsuccessful.
“I can see color just fine,” Cinaed ground out. “How about this?” He conjured five more identical outfits in varying shades of yellow. “Surely my lady can find one to her suiting amongst these.”
Arabella fanned herself harder and tried to rein herself in. Then another one of those waves of heat came over her. Her laughter was choked off as the wave didn’t simply rise and fall but seemed to catch wind and wash over and sweep her under.
“Rachel,” she gasped out, struggling for breath between the leftover spasms of laughter and the new wave of burning fire that seemed to be flooding her body.
“No, no!” Rachel said, wagging a finger at her without looking at her. “Let the dragon explain himself why precisely none of these are actually pastel.”
“Rach…” The gasp in her voice finally drew both of their attentions.
“Oh my God!” Rachel threw out her hands in surprise, then launched herself across the room and, in two fast strides, reached Arabella’s side.
“My lady!” Cinaed was a half step behind her.
“It’s the heat,” Arabella panted. “Need… ice bath… quick!”
He snatched her up from the bed and carried her into the bathroom, holding her with one hand and conjuring as he went with the other. By the time they reached the bath, it was already filled with ice water, and he plunged her into it. It was like an icy storm crashing into her body, but the heat was so extreme it wasn’t reaching her. She stared at the water as it started to hiss around her body, boiling up steam that tossed around the ice cubes.
Cinaed just stared, aghast. “Holy mother of magic.” His voice was just a whisper.
Rachel stood in the doorway with both hands over her mouth and panic in her eyes.
“Get the prince!” Cinaed shouted, panic filling his voice as well.
Rachel jumped and turned to flee, but Arabella could see her
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