Barb laughed at Iris’s face. “You look like you’re about to go into heat.”
“Heat?” she couldn’t look away from Jay as he played with the boys, wrestling and rough housing, now on the floor, his top buttons of his shirt coming undone from them pulling on him.
“Yeah. The urge to mate and get impregnated with little dragons.”
“I want to go into heat,” Oakley spouted from the entrance of the door announcing her arrival.
“It’s fun the first few times,” Barb shrugged, “then when you have three little beasts running around, trying to find a way to get naked with your mate without one of them walking in on you while you’re barely able to control yourself is a problem.” She looked around, “why is everyone here?”
“Iris needs maternal validation from a parent who isn’t a psychopath. Her mother
