Archer watched as Ari popped out the next child within ten minutes, leaving him shocked, baffled, and bamboozled alongside the nurses. The older woman giggled as she cradled their new daughter with a warm smile.
’’Why so surprised, handso?’’ she teased. ’’Rember I’ve given birth, unlike so of the others.’’
His eyes widened, but he nodded as he approached, and when his eyes landed on his new daughter, he was shocked as she was the double of Agrippina with his violet eyes like most of his children. When Archer saw this, a smile stretched across his face before kissing the newcor.
’’Welco, my little lady,’’ he whispered.
Archer turned to Ari and questioned. ’’What did you want to na her?’’
’’Antonia, if you don’t mind,’’ she replied, smiling. ’’I think it’s a pretty na that suits our newest daughter.’’
’’That’s nice.’’
Following that, the older woman handed Antonia over, and when the two’s eyes connected, a spark erupted. Archer was instantly drawn to the little girl who was staring back at him as Ari spoke once again. ’’Looks like both of you love each other already.’’
Ari gently propped herself up on the soft bedding, her gaze softening as it fell upon her newborn daughter. A smile flourished on the infant’s tiny face, her features alight with joy as she babbled incoherently, her small voice relaxing as his pointy ears twitched thanks to the noise she was making.
The sound filled the air with warmth that wrapped around the couple. Suddenly, a soft rumble echoed from their little girl’s stomach, sparking laughter from both of them. Little Antonia, barely an hour old, already radiated an infectious happiness, her spirit as resounding as the power that coursed through her mother’s veins.
Archer was still marveling at the miracle of her existence, felt his heart swell with awe. He couldn’t help but compare Antonia and her siblings to the human infants he had once known on Earth. They were weak, but the children of Thrylos were far stronger and acted like they were months old.
This made him laugh just as Ari comnted. ’’I’m going to get so sleep with Antonia, do you mind coming back later?’’
’’Of course,’’ he replied.
Afterward, he hugged the Elental woman who revelled in his care and suddenly kissed him. He returned the gesture, making the older woman squirm in happiness before she yawned. Once he said his farewells, he returned to his other daughters, who were busy creating chaos in their playroom.
When Archer bounded into the room, all six little heads whipped around in perfect unison, their bright eyes sparkling with delight. A chorus of adorable babbles and giggles erupted, filling the air with pure joy. Without a mont’s hesitation, he dashed toward the gaggle of girls, his grin as wide as a crescent moon.
He dove right into the heart of their chaos, and they welcod him with an energetic pounce. The girls used their tiny hands and gummy smiles, nibbled at him with toothless chomps, their soft gums tickling his skin. Others, with mischievous twinkles in their eyes, tugged at his tousled hair, their little fingers tangling in his locks.
But instead of protests, his laughter only grew louder, a bubbly flood of pure happiness that bounced off the walls. The room was a whirlwind of snuggles, squeals, and silliness, with Archer at the center of it all, reveling in the sweet, chaotic affection of his adorable daughters.
Following that, the room buzzed with the kind of magic only a gaggle of giggling babies and their father could create. Archer, still chuckling from the gummy nibbles and hair-tugs, rolled onto his back, letting the girls clamber over him like he was their jungle gym. Their tiny hands patted his cheeks, and their squeals of delight mingled with his playful roars, pretending to be a friendly dragon they needed to ta.
Evelyn draped herself across his chest. Kela was clutching a plush bunny, poked his nose with a chubby finger, giggling when he crossed his eyes in response. The others joined in, so tickling his sides, others tugging at his shoelaces. Archer, ever the good father, wiggled and squird dramatically, sending them into peals of laughter that echoed like tiny bells.
The playti adventure took a turn when Archer scooped up a soft, colorful ball from the toy pile. ’’Ready, team?’’ he called, holding it high.
The girls’ eyes widened, and they scrambled to their feet, wobbling like eager ducklings. He gently tossed the ball, and they chased it across the room, their little legs pumping as they tripped over each other in a flurry of giggles. When one caught it, she hurled it back with all her might, though it barely made it halfway.
Archer dove to the floor, pretending it was a championship catch, which sparked another round of cheers. As the afternoon sun painted the room in golden shades, the girls’ boundless energy began to ebb. Their babbles softened into yawns, and their gas grew slower, more like gentle leans.
Sensing the shift, he sat up and opened his arms wide. ’’C’re, my little stars,’’ he cooed, his voice as warm as a cozy blanket.
The girls toddled over, one by one, nestling into his lap like a litter of sleepy kittens. He gathered them close, wrapping his arms around their tiny bodies, their heads resting against his chest. Alia clutched her bunny, another curled her fingers around a strand of his hair, and a third let out a tiny snore, already half-dreaming.
Archer humd a soft lullaby, the song weaving through the room, lulling them deeper into peace. The warmth of their little bodies and the rhythm of their gentle breaths made his eyelids grow heavy. As the last rays of sunlight slipped through the window, his head dipped, and he joined his girls in slumber.
The room, once a whirlwind of laughter and chaos, now held only the soft sounds of their breathing, a perfect pile of cuddles and dreams, with Archer and the girls tucked together in a heartwarming heap, fast asleep.
***
Leira was heading back to get Evelyn to put her down for a nap, only to walk into the playroom and stop in her tracks. Her green eyes widened in surprise when she saw Archer and the six girls lying all over him. The little girl’s head was leaning up against his, and they looked so alike.
The scene made her heart thump just as Ella and Olivia appeared. When the white-haired woman spotted Alia huddled up in her father’s arms, she bead. ’’Oh, look at this, they have him wrapped around their little fingers. Now there are more babies, and he’ll be busy from now on.’’
’’I heard Nefertiti gave him a boy nad Tarek,’’ Ella revealed.
Olivia’s pink eyes went wide as Leira turned to the two. ’’Look how cute this scene is, girls.’’
The pair stepped inside, their smiles broadening at the sight of Archer nestled in a cozy heap with his eldest daughters. Neoma and Kela sprawled across his stomach, Freya draped over his head, snoring softly. Evelyn rested against his head, dribbling. Then there was Alia nestled snugly in his arms, and Elise lay diagonally across him, adorably lopsided.
’’How does she even sleep like that, El?’’ Leira snickered, pointing at the little cat girls. ’’I just want to cuddle her, she looks so snuggly.’’
’’She’s also your daughter, Leira,’’ the Half-Elf replied, giggling. ’’And you know she loves all her Mama’s, but enough about Elise, look at Eve, she’s out cold and must feel extrely safe.’’
’’Who wouldn’t when your father’s the infamous White Dragon, feared by trillions and loved by even more for saving them?’’ the older of the three comnted. ’’These girls will beco the apple of his eyes, no matter how many co, Arch will be there for all of them.’’
Ella and Leira glanced at Olivia, who continued. ’’Our children will beco loved by the people, especially when they realize Freya will be his heir to Draconia. The two share a deep bond, and I believe that girl is already saving her father.’’
’’I heard about that,’’ the cat woman said, frowning. ’’He just returned all happy, like it never happened.’’
A strange voice broke the silence from behind them. ’’That would be my great-granddaughter and her devious Ti Magic she’ll use with such skill it will amaze all the old ones like myself.’’
The trio whirled around, Ella brandishing her daggers, ready to pounce. Leira conjured two blazing orbs of blue fire, and Olivia stepped protectively in front of the two younger won. But when they saw Mia Silverthorne, they instantly relaxed, prompting a soft giggle from the older woman.
’’I see those protective instincts haven’t faded,’’ Mia said warmly. ’’Good. You girls must guard these little ones fiercely. If anything happened to them, I fear no one could pull my grandson back from that kind of pain. We’d lose him forever, and that’s when true darkness would descend.’’
All three won had skeptical expressions, but Archer’s grandmother waved her hand, speaking. ’’Here, watch what happens if you fail to protect them.’’
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