All Chapters of James, Philip And Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jane. My life with the brothers was going fast. One minute we were having fun, and the next, things got serious. I could not believe I was pregnant. I was too eager to find out how far gone I was. I had a lot of questions. I secretly wondered if I would lay an egg. Dragons laid eggs in movies, and I asked if that was the case with my babies. If that was the case, I could not visit a human doctor. I had a lot of questions in my mind, but I knew we had to take it one step at a time. The brothers were so thrilled about the news that I knew without a doubt that they were serious about building a life with me. I wondered how it would be. They were public figures in my world and theirs. People would frown at the relationship on earth, and the fact that I was human would not sit well with their people. As much as I wanted to pounder over the matter, I knew it was only wise for me to take it one step at a time. Hopefully, things would sort themselves out. We spent a while in the bath. We di

Jane I felt a bit nervous about the moment the brothers left for the meeting. I was worried that something would happen and they would not return as they had promised. I was still yet to wrap my head around the fact that we were now connected. The mind communication was terrific, and I hoped I could figure it out. It would be really cool to communicate with my men privately like that. James had left me a phone for me to use. I had misplaced mine during the attack. I was yet to get a replacement. I knew Amrah's number by heart, so I decided to give her a call. If Brad could be so worried about my whereabouts, I knew Amrah would feel the same way. Calling her to keep her mind at ease was the best thing to do. She did not answer the call, so I sent her a text message informing her it was me and that she should call me when she could. I switched on the television after and tried to watch a movie. While watching television, I remembered what had happened and could not imagine what I ha

James Jane had asked us valid questions which we could not answer. This was a complicated thing to do. She had needs. It would be wrong for us to ask her to suffer. It might seem like a few hours to us in our world, but it would be months for her here. It was too much to ask her to bear, yet we could not take her with us to Reghan. She stood up and went straight to my bedroom. Usually, we slept in Philip's room together, she decided to go to my bedroom instead. I did not know what to do. "What can we do?" I asked Philip, and he was equally clueless. "Maybe we should take her along?" I asked, and he shook his head. "Austen has gone there with his treacherous friends; Gary has been sent there too. We do not know what will be awaiting us there. There is no way they would make it easy for us. She is safest here. There she will be in danger, especially from royals. Families with daughters they feel should be queen. Dragons will never bow to a human. We are going there to ascend and fig

Jane. EIGHT MONTHS LATER. I focused on my work. People at the office congratulated me on my marriage to Philip O'Connor. They asked me how the three of us managed even though I was married to the older brother. It was a weird explanation, so I didn't bother and let them assume what they liked. Every night, I would go home and sleep on an empty bed. Amrah did not spend much time with Nikolai, so she did not miss him like I did James and Philip. I would often cry myself to sleep and wonder when they would return. I stopped checking time and counting the dates so I did not sink into depression more than I had already. Somehow I began to suspect they might not return. When Philip said one year, I thought he was joking, but now that I was almost due, I feared they would be gone for over a year. Alexi had told me that the longer they were in their world, the longer it would take for them to return, and I cursed my heart for falling too deeply in love with them. Martha told me the most in

Jane I sat by the window of my house. It had been a year and three months, and I had let go. My babies were growing well; they were six months old, adorable and peaceful. As much as I was heartbroken, they filled my heart with a different kind of joy. Sometimes I would tell them stories about how their fathers saved me from the evil green dragon. I knew they were too little to understand what I was saying but told the stories anyway. In those moments, I was happy. James and Philip might have abandoned me on earth, but I wasn't alone. They gave me two beautiful sons I would love with all my heart, and I was grateful for it. I was staring out my window when a strong breeze hit my face. I closed the window's glass immediately and soon heard a knock on my back door. Why not my front door? There was no exit at the back. Whoever was at the back had to have passed through the front, but I did not see anyone come through. The knock was incessant, so I went to check who it was. "Who is it," I