Monday morning. I hate Mondays. I like to think that I’m pretty normal about that particular thing. I especially hated this Monday because Jude, Ben’s Mom, was leaving us until Christmas. While she was here it was like having my own mom back again and it made me ache for the days when they were alive. This particular Monday I was brooding in to my coffee on the chaise in the bedroom, watching the snow come down. Ben was in the bed behind me, still sleeping. At least, he was trying to. The latest addition to our household of strange and freaky creatures was a dragonet of bright, emerald-green.
That’s right. You read that correctly. That egg that Ben managed to foist off on me? We’re now the proud parents to a baby dragon. He’s currently annoying the crap out of his adopted father, trying to wake him up with chirping noises and pawing at his hair. It’s adorable really, but Ben’s having none of it this morning.
I was doing me best to ignore what was happening because I wanted to keep my brood, but when I heard a squeak and then turned to look, Ben had rolled over and trapped the dragonet under the blanket. I snickered and Ben opened an eye to look at me.
“Give up. He got me out of bed this morning at five.”
Ben groaned and sat up, letting the poor baby out of the blanket.
“You know, we’re going to have to name him eventually.” I said as I watched the dragonet pop up, tongue hanging out and blanket still half on his head. I clicked at him to come here and he chirped and scrambled over, crawling in to my lap and wrapping his tail around my waist.
“You do realize that he’s growing faster than I anticipated?”
“Don’t side step the issue. He’s been out of egg for twelve hours and we still haven’t come up with a name.” I chided.
“No. How about Tristan?”
“No! God, did you even read that story?”
I snickered. “Yes, I’m teasing. Gwain?”
“You want to name him after a dragon killer? Irony.”
“I’m not entirely sure that’s irony, but yes.”
Ben considered. “If we’re going to do that, we might as well name him Beowulf.”
“Oh, doom him from the beginning, why don’t you?”
“Said the woman who wanted to name him Tristan.”
I scratched the dragonet’s chin and smiled when he leaned in to my hand. “Percival.”
“Just going down the list of potential dragon killers, aren’t you?” Ben pouted.
I laughed. “Thomas, then.”
Ben thought about it. “Samuel.”
“No. How about Indiana?”
“Now who’s cursing him?” I teased.
Ben managed to look innocent and spread his hands out in a ‘who me?’ gesture. I thought about names and sipped my coffee, while scratching the dragonet’s neck ridges.
“William?” I said after a few minutes.
“If this is how it’s going to be for a dragon, I’m worried about the names if we have a child.”
I threw a pillow at him and stuck out my tongue. I thought for a minute and the smiled brightly. “Hoban.”
Ben started laughing. “I’m not naming our dragon after Wash. I don’t care how much you liked him.”
“I assume you want to name him Jayne or Malcolm, then.” I looked down at the dragonet who was asleep in my lap. “Poor child, your father wants to saddle you with a name unfitting your regal stature.”
Ben lost it then and started laughing. “Regal? Wash? He was goofy at best.”
“I’m insulted. He was loyal and noble.”
Ben snickered. “Would you name him Simon?”
I thought for a second, then looked down at the dragonet. I rolled the name around in my head. “No. It doesn’t fit him.”
“and you think Hoban does?”
“He’s adorable. Wash was adorable. It fits.”
“You’ve gone bonkers.”
“You’re just jealous you didn’t get there before I did.”
“Bonkers. Bananas. Nutty as a fruit cake.”
“How about Logan, then?”
That brought Ben up short. “That’s a low blow, using my love of the X-Men against me.”
I snickered and Ben sighed.
“All right. Logan it is.” Ben said as he got up and came over to where Logan and I were sitting on the chaise.
“Don’t you dare pick him up, he’s sleeping again.”
“The little brat.” Ben muttered as he snagged my coffee and drank the last of it while I frowned at him.
“I hope you know, that means you’re going to get me more coffee.”
“Of course I am, but first;” He trailed off as he leaned down and kissed me. “Good morning.”
I smiled up at him. “You’re still going to go get more coffee.”
Ben laughed and pulled on pants before heading downstairs. I stayed where I was with the sleeping dragonet on my lap. This Monday morning was definitely unusual, but I still hated Mondays. I sat there for another half hour before I realized Ben was not coming back.
“Come on Logan, let’s go find your dad.” I said with a sigh and picked up the dragonet.
Logan chirruped sleepily in my arms and curled around so that he was being cradled. His tail was still wrapped around my waist as I carried him downstairs. I met Mark on the landing and he looked at what was in my arms, turned pale.
I watched Marks’ shoulders droop.
“He’s already imprinted, hasn’t he?”
“We think so, but it’s only been a few hours. He might decide that the whole house is his new clan. Ben doesn’t exactly know much about dragon raising.”
“Come on. When he wakes up I’ll hand him over to you.” I said as I nudged Mark down the stairs with me. We headed in to the kitchen to find Ben making waffles.
“So this is what happened to my coffee.” I said.
I watched Miles’s eyes go wide when he saw what was in my arms.
“Holy shit it hatched!”
I started laughing. “Yes, yes it did.”
Jude came in to the kitchen at that moment and Logan woke up. He stuck his head over my shoulder and chirped at her. Jude yelped and jumped back, running in to the cabinets behind her. I started laughing.
“Logan that was rude!”
That set everyone else off with laughter. Everyone but Mark. He was looking down at the plate Ben put in front of him.
“What the matter, pumpkin?” I said, sitting next to him.
“Logan was one of the names that Max and I talked about for boys names.” He murmured.
I sucked in a breath and looked up at Ben.
“Well then that’s the reason his name will stay. Is that all right with you?”
“Good.” I unwound Logan from my waist and plopped him in to Mark’s lap. “Take that and I’ll take this since you’re going to pick at it.”
I slid his plate over while Logan started licking Mark’s face. I snickered and buttered the waffles, adding blueberries and powered sugar. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Mark and Logan got acquainted as I ate. When I was sure they were going to get along, I turned my attention back to Jude.
“So what time are you leaving us? Because that storm out there is getting nasty.”
“I’m not. They cancelled my flight. I’m on the first flight out when they reopen the airport in Whittlemore.”
I winced. I knew she was anxious to get to that dig. “That’s gotta be rough.”
“I already told my site lead that I’ll be late because of it, so they’re holding things for me. I hope I can leave tomorrow or later today.”
“You are coming back, right?” Ben asked. “Christmas wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“Of course I’m coming back, Love. I’ve got my boy back and his weird little family.”
I smiled. “We’ll be happy to have you with us. I know I’ll miss you. Having you here is like having my mom back for a little while.”
“Oh honey. That’s the best thing you could have said to me.” Jude said as she hugged me hard.
“I mean every word.” I said to her.
Miles mock sniffed. “Aw, look at her. She’s grown so much.”
I threw a blueberry at him and hit him on the forehead. The whole room started laughing again and Logan chirruped along with us.