So, this funny little scene won't get out of my head.

If we hit the next goal of $6000, I'll finish writing both the scene and a fun epilogue that kinda more or less inspired the scene.

This is involving the two main characters from the second book, Sorin, a dragon shifter, and Gia, a rather unique sort of Fae.

FYI...both speak sarcasm, but Gia is more...fluent than Sorin. What can I say...he's old and hasn't exactly kept up with the times. Gia's bringing him in the modern era, though.

Scene

Gia cuddled against Sorin's chest, body humming with satisfaction.

A deep sound rumbled out of him and she lifted her head, caught the sight of the smug smile on his face. His eyes glowed under heavy lids. One big hand came up to cradle the back of her head as he slanted his gaze her way. "Witchling."

"Dragon." He'd melted her brain. Again. And he knew it. She wasn't complaining, either. But...the smug arrogance...well, dragons were already arrogant enough. If she didn't do something on occasion to nip that arrogance in the bud...well, one of these days, he might try to come through the door and he'd find his head too big to fit through.

Pushing up onto her elbow, she traced the tip of her finger through a light smattering of chest hair. "I've been thinking..." She kept her voice thoughtful and her shields locked down tight. They were connected on a deep, deep level and she couldn't afford to let any of her thoughts leak out.

"Thinking." He chuckled. "Is that what we were just doing?"

She caught his chest hair and tugged. "I'm serious. Pay attention." Giving him a somber look, she added, "You mentioned a few months ago that you wanted me to think about having a child."

His brows arched and his lips parted.

She touched his lips. "I'm not saying I'm ready to, Sorin. Things are still really unsettled around us. But...well, I...I've got questions, baby."

"Talk to me," he urged, capturing her hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her palm. It was so gentle, she almost decided to let the joke go. Almost.

"Well...it's just...Sorin. You're part dragon." Giving him a wide-eyed stare, she hesitated.

"And you're Fae."

"Dragon, Sorin." She poked him in the arm.  "I mean...that's almost like being...I don't know...oh, man. I can't ask this."

He sat up, his brows furrowing over his eyes. "Gia, what's wrong? What does me being dragon have to do with us having a child?"

"I feel silly now," she whispered, ducking her head. "Just let it go."

He cupped her chin. "Talk to me," he said again.

Finally, she huffed out a breath. "How is a pregnancy supposed to work, Sorin? Will I be pregnant...or will I...I dunno...lay an egg?"

For a moment, he just stared at her. After several heartbeats, he blinked. Then, finally, in a very careful voice, he said, "Did you just ask if you would lay an egg?"

It took all her willpower not to start howling.