Green eyes opened as she stirred. Smiling as she looked to Damean and their son. The guard had taken to the hatchling, and she smiled seeing the pair still slumbering. She'd be careful to not try and wake them as she shifted positions.

Good morning, dearest. You did? A tender nuzzle to Damean and the hatchling. Soon she was carefully on her feet.

Just because she was supposed to take it easy, didn't mean she couldn't wander the lair.

With guard duty still off, she stole a kiss from Damean. Shall we have breakfast dearest' Then perhaps a walk.

I am happy that she gave her blessing. Watching as Damean disappeared from their chambers. Solendrean keeping his perch on his father's back.

A rumble as she shifted slightly, making herself more comfortable. Nearby, she had taken to looking at her sister's picture books. It was getting harder day by day to get up and move about.

No my dearest, she would not have denied your blessing. A reassuring nuzzle to her mate, then a smile watching their son nibbling the steak.

Settling beside Damean, she started to nip up a bit of meat and fruit.

The time was growing closer. The dark dragoness remaining settled on the nest. Green eyes focusing upon her mate as he brought her food.

Every now and then, green eyes closed, then reopened. Nostrils flaring. Gladys had joined them within the chamber. Keeping her watch over the mother to be.

Nostrils flared as the black stirred. Green eyes focusing on the three eggs within the nest she remained coiled around.

She'd labored well into the night, finally finding slumber once the last egg was laid. Green eyes soon found her mate, though she'd not leave her post. Black snout lowering to sniff each egg, before gently turning each. A dark wing then unfurling to cover the nest.

*The eggs were starting to show signs of movement, and the large black was growing more aggressive. And he was still a docile hatchling in comparison to his mate. Even he wouldn't journey too close to the nest and the eggs, even if he were their sire.*

*His ears perked, listening intently. Had he heard what he thought he had? He turned his head and looked towards the nest. His eyes met those of his mate, a steady gaze, and he heard the faint crack. It was time.*

*He made his way to the nest, standing over his mate, watching the eggs over her shoulder. His wings were half spread, making himself look larger as he protected his mate and their eggs.*

*He watched that rocking egg intently, and his paw found that of his mate's, squeezing softly. Their first egg was hatching!*

*He held his mate's paw, squeezing hers back in eager anticipation. The white shell split, and out came the ebony muzzle. After a time, the black hatchling lay in the nest, curled against his mother, panting and crying in exhaustion.

Damean's focus was on another egg, rocking nearby almost as violently. He took a careful hold of the egg in his foreclaws, rumbling softly, comfortingly, his tail entwining with his beloved's.*

*The shell cracked and split, and the pair were in for quite the surprise. A muzzle the color of freshly fallen snow poked out, gulping in it's first lungfuls of air as it rested within the shell. Damean helped the little one by cracking away pieces of shell until the hatchling lay in the nest. A surprise that two blacks could have produced a hatchling so brilliantly white was a surprise, but the newborn male wasn't entirely white.

He had streaks of red beneath his eyes that looked like a trail of tears, and several slashes of the same brilliant red down his sides, as though he had been struck and bloodied. His eyes were a brilliant blue in color, and full of intelligence, though he chirped with an insistent and immediate hunger.*

*While mamma was feeding their second hatchling, he kept an eye on the third egg.....Which had yet to move. Eggs didn't all hatch at once, he knew that, but as the minutes stretched on and on and the egg still showed no signs of movement, he got up and began to pace around the nest, stopping occasionally to look down at the egg, once even leaning forward to sniff at the shell.*

*Every hour The large black would get up and pace the room, always coming back to the nest to nose at the motionless egg in the nest. The more time that passed, the more worried he became.

There more hours and ten more circuits of the room later found him at the nest once more, and when he nuzzled the egg, he gave a small sound of surprise as the egg seemed to nuzzle him back. The egg had moved! And now it was continuing to do so. Perhaps it was a lazy hatchling, just not ready to come out of the egg, but it was ready now!

The first cracks formed on the shell of the egg, and a mint green muzzle burst through the side of the egg, crying out before gasping out for breath. Damean helped to break away the shell and it was clear why the hatchling was gasping.....The hatchling was nearly bigger than the egg itself, and had been cramped inside! They had a third son, now, and the Damean carefully cleaned the hatchling, crooning to it gently to comfort the poor boy as his breathing finally stabilized.*

"I've never seen a hatchling so big.....He's twice the size of his brothers."

*The large black curled around the nest and his mate, their three sons were now resting after having been bathed and fed.* "Look at them, dear....So beautiful, so perfect." *He gave her a nuzzle, then snapped his gaze to the entrance to their chambers, he felt like he was being watched, and so extended his wing over his mate and their children so they couldn't be seen.*