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Cuckolded by Her Mother
Chapter Thirty-Six
A break had to come sooner or later, the meaning of that collar around Fyr's neck coming to light in the darkest of fashions. It had to be the way of it, of course, even as she kept herself busy and out of the house, going back and forth between looking after Fideal and getting on with the chores. Now that she had some standing in the household again, at least when it came to managing what was going on, it was easier to get things done and make sure that all ran in order. She added more geese to her flock, the pond that had been dug needing a bit of life to it, although it was still a little bare around the edges where she had not yet the chance to establish the reeds: that would come in spring. The cold air licked at her scales, heralding the encroach of winter, but it was not yet cold enough that the tough dragoness needed more than a light jacket on when she was hustling and bustling about, always with something to do.
It was the way of it but it was hard on her body and even Scott showed signs that the physical work and labour was getting to him. He was more of a technical sort, the type that could be set to doing the wiring or electronics side for hours on hours but struggled with the labour of a ranch. He was into construction and that was just what he'd spent so very much of his life tackling, especially when he'd moved back near his parents, something that came more easily to him than anything else. He was a stoat, however, and he could learn, applying himself to any and every task that chanced to come his way, even if it was not something that he was particularly good at.
All work and no play, on the other hand, led to a very dull life and it was Scott, in all actuality, that accidentally let on the idea he had to, well...
"It's so much more peaceful out here than in the cities," he commented at a surprisingly normal looking dinner table, the wooden rectangle more than long enough to seat all of them and more comfortably. "Y'all can't hear anything... No flashing lights, no loudness in the middle of the night, no cops. It's...real nice, y'know?"
He stuttered to a stop, stumbling over his own words as he flushed and looked down at his plate, the simple evening meal hitting the spot even though it had not taken Fyr all that long to prepare that night. She didn't have the energy to do much else, groaning as she leaned back in her chair with, at least, a full stomach and a happily gurgling baby dragon on her lap. Although Ropes was still busy devouring his second helping of dinner (he seemed to be in competition with Kao as to just how much they could eat), he had spent the whole day with his daughter, tossing her from one tentacle to the other as she squealed and clapped for more with childish glee that could not fail to soften even his demonic heart. And she was, in a way, just like her dad too.
Frowning, Fyr pointed her fork at Scott, forgetting her manners as the corners of her eyes ached from raw tiredness, the sense of which seared through her bones. She would not normally be so rude but all she could think about was her bed, replenishing the strength in her body for the light of another morning and another day, just to keep herself going on. Who knew that having a hatchling in the house while she was busy with everything else and satisfying a horde of demons too could be so exhausting? The only ones that did not seem physically tired were the demons themselves but they did have a side more stamina than the mere mortals too.
"You're not thinking of taking your tail back there now, are you?"
"What? No!" He hastened to cover his steps. "Oh, no, Fyr, ma'am, I just thought... We've all been working so hard here that a change... The city's big, it's different, change of scenery -- yes! I was thinking that the peace could help us have a change of scenery!"
He sat back, smiling as if pleased with what he had come out with, the moments before the fumbled clunk of his words coming together in the wrong order, time and place the calm before the storm. But it was only a storm that would cover his own head and mind, expression falling as his lower jaw fell slack and he slumped back into the straight, hard back of the smart dining chairs that Fyr had picked out to complete the communal room where the family would come together to eat as if he wished that he could disappear into them entirely.
"Oh... Oh hell..."
Not the best thing to say to a demon, Fyr rolling her eyes. It showed that she was that tired that even she would allow her polite and 'in control' facade to slip, the ache in her neck impossible to deny.
"Are you suggesting, sugar?" Sasha stepped in to help him out, pushing her plate to the side. "That we take a trip to the city?"