As soon as we’re in the bedroom, I begin pacing. Back and forth, back and forth.
“Ishir,” Zephyr says softly.
“What if this sends you spiraling, Zeph? You’ve been doing better … stronger for a while now. I don’t want to risk your mental state,” I say.
“But this could save my life, Ishir,” she says.
“And it’s the only reason I’m even considering it, Zephyr.”
I turn, ready to continue my pacing, but her hand comes to my face. “It could save the lives of these juvenile dragons as well, Ishir. I owe it to them …” she begins.
“NO, Zephyr! You are carrying my child. What if it hurts her? What if it hurts you?” I snarl.
“We’ll ask the doc first,” she says calmly, and I can feel in her mind that she wants to do this, really wants to do this.
“I will need absolute assurance from him that th
