At least, not yet.
He blinked. Where had that though
t come from?
His dragon said, I say fight. I will help.
Considering his beast hadn't offered to help in over a decade, George did pause at that.
He rubbed his face. He had no idea why so many people were trying to help him, an English stranger. But for some reason, their optimism and determination were starting to wear off on him.
For the first time, George considered fighting to be the male his children and grandchildren deserved. The only problem was, he didn't know if he was strong enough to do it or not.
Chapter Twelve
Arabella awoke the next morning, the sun streaming in through the window of the nursery.
Finn must've allowed her to sleep and had used her frozen breast milk to feed the twins.
Speaking of which, if she didn't find a baby soon, her breasts would burst.
The heavy weight of Freya's dragon wasn't on her chest, but when Arabella glanced down, she froze.
Freya slept in Arabella's arms, but she was in her human form.
Relief crashed over her and she blinked back tears. At least for now, her daughter was safe.
Swallowing back her emotions so as to not wake her daughter, she finally noticed that someone had tossed a blanket over Freya. Ever so slowly, Arabella lifted it and saw that her daughter was naked but for a nappy.
Her beast spoke up. Maybe Finn got her to shift and brought her back.
And I slept through it all. I'm not a very good mother.
Stop it. Of course we are. If Finn is near, we know things are all right.
She took a moment to gently trace her daughter's cheek. If Freya had indeed shifted back easily, then maybe they'd never have to use the medication on her and banish her dragon.
After watching her sleeping daughter for who knew how long, Arabella finally decided it was time to get up and find the rest of her family.
She managed to stand and exit the nursery without waking Freya. As she made her way toward the stairs, the smell of pancakes and bacon filled her nose.
Her stomach rumbled, and Arabella moved as quickly as she could without jostling her baby. She hadn't eaten much since Freya had woken up with slitted dragon eyes. She might just have to kiss whoever was making breakfast.
However, as soon as she entered the kitchen and dining area, she stilled in her tracks.
Her father was at the cooker, flipping a pancake. Tristan and Melanie each had one of Arabella's sons, offering them various toys to keep them entertained.
Finn was at George's side, issuing instructions on when to flip the pancakes.
Considering the last time she'd seen her father, he'd barely muttered a few sentences and had kept his gaze trained on the ground, she wondered what had caused the transformation.
Finn noticed her first. "Good morning, love. I hope you're hungry. We have enough food to feed an army."
At her mate's cheerful tone, she smiled. "You mean barely enough to feed the MacKenzies, then."
"Ah, but I didn't invite them over, so we have enough for ourselves for a change." Finn patted her father's shoulder. "Your dad here has been a huge help. He actually came down first and was trying to find everything. So I decided to help. Your brother and Mel came at the first scent of bacon."
Tristan grunted. "More like your sons were crying and hungry. Unlike you lot, I don't eat to excess."