“Are you sure you want me to go on this trip?” Damian asked Veronica.
Veronica smiled lovingly at him from the rocking chair and replied, “Yes. I’m sure I want you to go.” She shifted their baby, Nichole, in her arms and wiped the baby’s chin. She began to rock the baby slowly and said, “Damian, we both know your grandmother would not even suggest that you go if she thought there was any risk to any of you. Nichole and I will be fine, and if I do need help with anything, Amber and your mom would be here in seconds.”
Pearl, the white pearlescent fey dragon who had lived with Damian and chosen Veronica, trilled as she trotted into the room. The little dragon delicately hopped onto Veronica’s knee before bounding onto the back of the chair to supervise rocking the baby to sleep after her b
