Serena smirked, watching the baby guzzle down the mana essence like it was the most delicious thing in the world. "You know, for someone who was ready to let someone else take care of the egg, you're really embracing fatherhood."
Asher shot her a glare. "I. Am. Not. His. Father."
The baby finished drinking and looked up at him with wide, glimmering red eyes. "Papa!"
Asher nearly choked on air. "No! Stop that! I am not your papa!"
The baby blinked, tilting his head before letting out a soft, hiccuping giggle. He then proceeded to latch onto Asher's sleeve with an iron grip.
Serena burst out laughing. "Oh, this is amazing. The mighty Asher, the warrior who crushed the War God's trial, brought to his knees by a baby dragon."
"Shut up," Asher grumbled, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Serena crouched down, poking the baby's cheek. "So, what now? We obviously can't return him. His real parents would incinerate you before you even said hi."
