Alpha slept deeply. That was to be expected, but he anxiously waited for Alpha to wake. Even though he had only assisted Alpha with the births, Dargon's nerves seemed overly sensitive and frayed, especially around the areas where Alpha punctured his neck, still attached and drawing extra nutrients from him. He thought the phantom pains he felt were Alpha's as well. If so, then maybe it was a good thing Alpha was unconscious. "How much time has passed?" Mayra looked up from her handheld vid screen. "Roughly two hours since Zeus left." He lifted his head to peer at the kits, who rested against each other. One was always touching the other in one way or another. They had moved a small distance down his chest. Dargon calculated how much further the twins needed to travel before they reached his pouch. He had never disliked his height before then. He never believed he would settle down and be a father. He had been too busy, too caught up in off-world activity. He never dreamed he would become domesticated.
