The months moved past quickly and Desdemona’s belly grew. She loved the feeling of her little baby moving inside her womb. From the first moment she felt the tiny quiver of life inside her, she understood what she really wanted.

The immortal Patrice had the right idea, Desdemona finally decided. In her sixth month of pregnancy, standing on the penthouse deck, with the warm summer breeze from below, she cupped her belly and decided that she would be a birthing goddess for her husband and the clan. She didn’t know how to tell Titus. It had been such a problem between them in the past.

The Surge gathered strength every day. Older witches had been deployed to Chicago to help in the battle, but Xander had sent ground zombie hordes around the lake. The city had required a wall be built around the entire perimeter, cutting them off on all sides.

That had been the only way to keep back the tide of zombie vampires that were being hurled against the Blackrose coven territory.

Jerith, the King of Chicago, had been fighting for all this time. The Surge seemed to have a never-ending supply of bodies. Some had even started the trek south, making their way to take a stand against the Silverdrake clan.

Titus assured her they would never make it this far, that his dragons would burn them all before they reached the river. But Desdemona still feared for the safety of her city, for herself, and for the child growing in her belly.

The time between arriving in St. Louis and the opening of the portal had given her a false sense of security. She and Titus had attended football games and gone shopping in the best boutiques. Now that Xander had turned his attention to the Midwest, that reality seemed a distant dream. People were scared and consolidating their resources.

Human weaponry had been brought up from military bases in the south by the southern clans, helping to fortify the Silverdrake and Blackrose strongholds. If they fell, there was little standing between Xander and the rest of the immortals in the country.

Desdemona turned back into her penthouse suite and went to the table that was set for lunch. Titus had gone to a meeting with Jerith in Chicago and she was alone for the day. When he was gone she always felt a subtle need to be in the fallout shelter without his protection beside her.

She sat at her table in the penthouse and ate her lunch. Her baby would be here soon. Once the child was born she would have another and another. It was what she could do for her clan, and for the allied immortals who wished to keep the people of the world safe from the evils of the Surge.

Her own transformation from ignorant girl to informed woman had been a difficult one, but she had made it and was now the mate of the strongest dragon in the country. Their strength would continue and good would prevail. She vowed it from the deepest parts of her heart.

After lunch, Desdemona retired to her rooms to play her guitar and study magic sent by Bridget. Desdemona had been studying every day in the databases from the temple. She learned a great deal about herself and about what it would mean to be a birthing goddess.

Once the decision was made, a spell was cast and the birthing goddess was able to have babies more quickly than the typical nine months.

The gestation period was cut to six months and the birthing goddess could be prepared to be inseminated in only one month after giving birth.

As far as she knew, no women had yet to take on the role of birthing goddess in the new world. She would be the first. Not even Lucia had taken the role of birthing goddess.

She picked up her guitar, strumming it with her fingertips. She began to sing and her kitten Snowpuff pranced on the carpet, chasing a catnip ball. She was learning subtlety with her music and the energy she sent through the air was growing more precise and more powerful. She sent a stream of energy that ruffled Snowpuff’s fluffy fur and the kitten pounced at it.

When she was done playing, she determined that she would tell Titus her decision as soon as he returned. When he got back later that day, he took one look at her and knew something was going on.

“What is it? You seem worried,” he said sniffing the air. “I can smell your anxiety.”

“I have something I want to talk to about,” she said, guiding them toward their sitting room.

“What is it?” he asked, taking a seat beside her.

“I’ve made a decision. And I need to talk to you about it. We have to be on the same page about this.”

“Tell me, Desdemona,” he said.

She let out a long sigh and grasped his hand on the couch beside her.

“I want to be a birthing goddess. I’m sure of it. I want Lucia to cast the spell after the baby is born.”

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, holding her hand tightly in his.

“As sure as I’ve ever been about anything. The way I see it is I’ve had two thousand years to think it over. I’m ready now.”

“I think you’re ready too,” he said. “I probably should have listened to you way back then. I was being just as stubborn. I should have trusted you to know what you could handle.”

“All that is in the past. All that matters is our future. I want to do my part for the clan and for the fight to save our world. We need the strength of our children. And, if this is something I can do from my ivory tower, or fallout shelter, that is what I want to do. For everyone’s sake.”

“You are a strong and brave woman, my sweet Desdemona. You will make the most magnificent birthing goddess the world has ever seen.”

He reached out and gathered her in his arms, kissing her deeply on the lips. She could feel the heat rising in her core as he slid his hand under her gown. He gripped her thigh and pulled her onto his lap, pushing the heat of his erection against her awakened body.

“I’m going to have my work cut out for me,” Titus growled. “Keeping a baby in your belly is going to be rough.”

Desdemona giggled as he bucked her softly on his lap. Her heavy breasts bounced and he grasped one in his hand, pulling her toward his mouth. He sucked in her nipple, fabric and all and bit down to tease her desire.

Desdemona unbuckled his belt while Titus slid his finger through the seam under her panties, sliding over the wet slit between her legs.

Titus pulled himself out of his pants and slid inside her. Desdemona gasped at the feel of his thick, long erection entering her so quickly. Her belly brushed against his hard chest and he cupped the back of her head as he pulled her against him. She groaned and threw back her head, resting it in his strong hand. Titus pulled her gown down over her breasts and licked her nipples one by one as he pumped into her with agonizingly slow movements.

He twirled his finger on her clit as he thrust harder, forcing her to come with abandoned intensity. Desdemona let out a long wailing moan and her magic gathered in the pit of her stomach. As she sang out, she could feel the pleasure inside her intensify.

Titus held her behind with both hands as he released inside her. It met her own driving orgasm in a crescendo of magic and sensuality. She vibrated with pleasure from head to toe and she knew Titus felt the same. Until that moment, she had no idea her song could have such a visceral effect. They held each other in the afterglow of their lovemaking, their hearts beating wildly and their heavy breathing in unison. She would never get enough of him.

* * *

The last three months of Desdemona’s pregnancy moved swiftly. Her belly grew larger every day like a ripe fruit. As the winter winds blew down the river, Desdemona felt the first pangs of her labor grip her to the very core. She grabbed her belly and groaned, sitting up in the bed at night.

Titus sat up beside her, reaching out in the darkness.

“The baby is coming.”

“I’ll call the doctor,” Titus said, lifting his glass pad from the beside the bed.

Desdemona climbed out of bed and began to pace the floor, as she knew walking would quicken the labor. When she became a birthing goddess, this would be her life, and every seven or eight months another child would be born. She would give birth to little dragons and little witches for the Silverdrake clan for years to come.

She felt another surge of pain grip her belly and she grasped the back of her chair. She sucked a sharp breath through her teeth. This pain was mind-boggling and she had to find a way through it or it would make her lose her resolve to fulfill her destiny.

Just as the doctor entered the room, Desdemona understood her fate. She understood her magic and where it fit into her life. As the next contraction hit, she opened her mouth and sang. The note reverberated through her body and through the space around her in the room. Titus and the doctor looked at her as if they too felt the magic enveloping them. As she continued to sing, the pulsing tones sung with each breath brought relief to her pain and helped her body open to deliver her child.

The doctor and Titus helped her back to the bed, the contractions coming more quickly by the moment. The doctor inspected her and declared her fully dilated.

“Are you ready to push?” the doctor asked.

Desdemona nodded her head in agreement. As she bared down to bring her child into the world, she let out a stunningly clear note, pushing the magic through her body. It accelerated her baby down the birth canal and into the waiting arms of the doctor and her beloved husband. As she drew a breath, she heard her child draw its first breath, screaming into the world.

“It’s a boy, a baby dragon,” said the doctor.

He handed the child to Titus, congratulating him on his first son. Titus brought the baby to Desdemona as the doctor tended to her. The new family lay together in the big bed after all was done. Titus put the young one in Desdemona’s arms and she looked at his face for the first time. He looked so like his father, even in the first moments of his life. He had inherited her honey-colored skin tone but had taken on his father’s silver-blue eyes.

Her baby was so stunningly beautiful it made her heart ache with joy. Desdemona brought her son to her breast and helped the newborn babe learn to suckle. Titus sat beside her, watching her feed their son, the pride and joy in his eyes cloaked her in serenity.

“You have done well, my bride,” he said. “The boy is a true Silverdrake. I can feel his strength already,” he said, letting the baby grip his pinky finger.

“Of course he is, he’s your son,” she said before leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

“I was a fool to make you wait so long for this day,” he said

“There’s no need to apologize anymore, my darling. All that matters now is we’re together, and a family. We have one important thing we must do today: We must name our son.”

“We will name him after my father, the great alpha dragon Soren Silverdrake.”

“Soren Silverdrake,” she said, admiring her sweet baby’s face. “It is a perfect name. The first of many perfect names you will choose for our children.”

“It will be the adventure of our lives and today is the first step.”