Overprotective Dragons: The Struggles of a Pregnant Aeris

Aeris had always known that Zephirion was protective. He was a dragon, after all. But nothing could have prepared her for the absolute madness that followed once he found out she was pregnant again.

And if that wasn’t enough? Lorien, their firstborn, had inherited his father’s overprotectiveness—multiplied by ten.

Scene 1: The Forbidden Steps

Aeris sighed, rubbing her seven-month belly as she stood at the top of the castle stairs. She was just about to descend when—

“MOTHER, NO!!”

Before she could even take a step, Lorien appeared out of nowhere, leaping in front of her with his arms spread wide.

Lorien (8 years old, dramatic as always): “Mother, you mustn’t! Stairs are a deadly enemy to pregnant women!”

Aeris, blinking: “…Lorien, it’s just stairs—”

Lorien, serious: “NO. No mother of mine shall touch the cursed steps of death!”

Before she could protest, Zephirion appeared behind her.

Zephirion, crossing his arms: “Lorien is right. You will not take the stairs.”

Aeris, exasperated: “Then how am I supposed to go down?”

Zephirion’s golden eyes glowed with determination.

Zephirion: “…I will carry you.”

And just like that, he picked her up effortlessly and carried her down the stairs like some fragile glass sculpture.

Meanwhile, Lorien followed behind them like a royal guard, glaring at every single step as if daring it to trip his mother.

Scene 2: The Great Spoon Battle

Aeris was sitting at the dining table, enjoying a nice meal, when suddenly—

Zephirion snatched the spoon out of her hand.

Aeris, confused: “Zephirion?”

Zephirion, narrowing his eyes at the food: “You are pregnant. You need only the best nutrition.”

Aeris turned her head, only to see Lorien standing beside his father, nodding in agreement.

Lorien: “Yes, we must monitor everything you eat!”

Aeris, sighing: “I am not some delicate flower.”

Zephirion, dead serious: “You are carrying my child. You are more than a delicate flower. You are a sacred treasure that must be protected at all costs.”

Lorien: “Yes! Sacred treasure! We shall personally feed you, Mother!”

And so, for the next hour, Aeris had to endure being spoon-fed by her own husband and son, both of whom acted like she would break at any moment.

Scene 3: The Ultimate Betrayal

Aeris was sitting peacefully in the garden, enjoying the fresh air.

Then, a butterfly landed on her shoulder.

Before she could even admire it—

Lorien, pointing dramatically: “FATHER, THE ENEMY!”

Zephirion, summoning his power: “I SEE IT.”

Aeris, horrified: “WAIT—”

With a single flick of his power, Zephirion scared the butterfly away, sending it flying into the sky.

Aeris, in shock: “…You just threatened a butterfly.”

Zephirion, dead serious: “It was too close.”

Lorien, proud: “Yes! What if it was an assassin in disguise?!”

Aeris buried her face in her hands. These two were impossible.

Scene 4: The Night Vow

One night, Aeris woke up feeling thirsty.

She tried to get up quietly.

She really did.

But the moment she moved—

Zephirion’s eyes snapped open.

Lorien sat up instantly.

Zephirion: “…Where are you going?”

Lorien: “Do you need something, Mother? Water? Pillows? A blanket made of phoenix feathers?”

Aeris sighed. “I was just going to get some water.”

Without another word, Zephirion got up and left.

Two seconds later, he returned—with an entire golden goblet filled with enchanted water from the purest mountain spring.

Lorien, watching proudly: “Good job, Father.”

Silence.

Zephirion froze. He was still processing what had just happened.

Caelum and Valerion (who had randomly appeared in the doorway to watch the drama) looked like they had just witnessed history being made.

Zephirion slowly turned his gaze to his son, pure disbelief on his face.

“…Did you just… praise me?”

Lorien smirked. “Don’t get used to it.”

And with that, he turned over and went back to sleep—leaving his father completely stunned.

That night, Zephirion stayed awake, staring at the ceiling.

His son was proud of him.

For the first time ever.

And now, he had no idea how to process it.