Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

(Creed)

“Right now, you are looking at the loveliest woman in the world, buddy. That’s the woman your daddy can’t live without. Tell her we need her. Tell your mommy she has to wake up. Because daddy is losing his mind here.”

The seven-month old Zane crawled over his mother and dipped his forefinger into her cheek before cupping her face with his little and slightly wet palms. And when he smiled at her so innocently, it was the second most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed. The first would always be Elianna’s smile.

And our son inherited that from her. That same smile that could illuminate the room. In these struggling times, he was our source of joy and warmth. No wonder his three grandpas were going nuts about him.

The entire guest room was filled with their gifts which he could use for years. There were more and when I told them I would not be accepting any more gifts for the next three years, the dragon king made a room in his castle strictly for Zane where he put the endless baby dresses and toys. He also had a playground built in his city just for him.

I heard Anson and Aramides did the same in their manors declaring that each of them wanted their turn at taking care and playing with the boy which would only happen if they would ever be successful in snatching him away from Eloise. His aunties Liz, Shanty, Silver, and Carmie also adored him.

Just the other night, I witnessed Alistair and Anson singing a children’s song when Zane woke up in his room and Eloise was in the kitchen. The two clowns entertained him until his grandma came back although when they caught me watching, they threatened to make my life a living hell if I were to spread a rumor about it.

As if I wasn’t already there with their niece still in coma.

Our son was loved with the dragons and werewolves constantly fussing over him, vying for his attention.

Elianna would have been amused.

“Mam-ma.”

My throat tightened. “That’s right, son. That’s your mama. Say it again. Louder this time please.”

But the little brat only said it once and just giggled as if he was teasing me. He was exactly like his mother. After playing with his favorite stuffed toy, he yawned. I fed him and gently rocked him in my arms; his chocolate brown eyes were sparkling like Elianna’s as he looked up at me like I hung the moon.

After emptying the bottle, Zane smiled at me and tried reaching for my face, another thing he got from his mother. I leaned closer until he could touch my cheek. He giggled.

“I love you, buddy,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

“L-love,” he rumbled, smiling wider.

I smiled back, my chest flooded with warmth as I wiped his drool. I kissed him on his forehead. “Good night, Zane.”

After putting him in the crib, I laid beside Elianna and watched as the golden glow spread around the room. Others said that once a dragon began scattering his mana around him, it meant that he was at death’s door. Fuck that. They could say that because they did not know anything about my mate. If Alistair survived, so would she, She may not have a body as strong as that prehistoric man, but her will and resilience were stronger than most dragons.

Most of all, as if she knew this would happen, she told me to wait.

Then again, even if she hadn’t told me that, nothing would have changed. As long as Elianna’s heart was still beating, it meant she was holding on. In her own way, my mate was fighting. When dragons were hurt or exhausted, they would fall into a deep slumber. Perhaps it was the same for her. They said it only worked for those who could shift. To hell with them and their beliefs.

I kissed her hands, her forehead, her cheeks, and then her lips.

“If you don’t wake up, I am going to give away all your hoard. I will ride a dragon and throw it away.” I saw her finger twitch, making me smirk for the first time in months. Finally, there was progress. I should have threatened her sooner. “You are listening? Good. I am holding your hoard in my hands. Open your eyes and take it from me. You have been sleeping for a long time. It’s time to wake up, love. Wake up and make it up to me. Wake up…” My voice faltered. “And fucking kiss me.”

(Eli)

“Isn’t she getting colder day by day?”

In the middle of the darkness, I heard that voice. I was sure it was Shanty’s. There was fear in her voice.

“Stop that. Don’t let my brother hear that or he will send you away. Don’t say stupid things. Our sister is fine, Shanty. She’s…” Lizbeth’s voice broke. “Just sleeping, that’s all. Hand me that paper bag. Let’s change her dress. Eli likes bright colors. She is going to love this dress.”

“And the panties,” Silver added.

They giggled although I still heard their sadness underneath. “Of course. That’s from the brand she adores. If she sees these dresses, she’s going to love them.”

“She’ll be glad. We’ve been shopping on her behalf. She loves shopping. Shan, comb her hair and Carm, get her favorite perfume.”

“On it.”

“Sil, change the curtains while Creed isn’t back yet. The curtains have been in Eli’s shopping cart online for a while now. I ordered them. So that when she wakes up, she’ll be surrounded by colors.”

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