I am currently madly in love with the idea of the whole American Dragon series. The following is a just a series of vingettes that tell the story of Jakes life as it sort of inhabits my imagination. Some things small things and some very large things will be rather inconsistant with the series, sometimes because I'm oblivious to what actually might have been said in the series and sometimes because there are things I want to change for my own story.
I don't own any of these characters, but I certainly look forward to playing with them.
-Daphne
She could tell by the certain glow of his skin, by the gleam of his eyes, what her baby was.
"You have to tell David," her father told her sternly.
"I know," she said. "I will," she assured him, but in her heart she was unsure. How would her husband make sense of what she had to say? She had fleeting nightmares of him running away, of a cold bed and the thought of raising a child without his smile, without his deep gentle laugh. It was more than enough to hold her tongue still.
She looked at the warm infant cradled in her arms. His black eyes shined up at her. She smiled at him and stroked his cheek. She was used to those eyes, they were her father's eyes. Looking at those eyes, the eyes of her baby, she remembered her own strange childhood in a land far away.
The world she'd grown up in had been a magical one. She'd had sprites and Kirin as playmates as a girl, not to mention grumpy old Fuu dog as a reluctant companion and baby sitter. Her father had adored her. Her mother had died shortly after she was born and his affection was for her alone. She had flown across the sky in his arms and seen a thousand secret places in the world. She didn't mind being the daughter of a dragon, just a mortal girl.
At least not too much.
And then had come David, sweet bumbling David, with his wide smile and his terrible Chinese. He was kind and sincere even if he was in some ways simple. Yet she loved him even more for it. He had only come to Shang-hi for a vacation; he left with a wife.
And now baby makes three, she thought gently stroking back the black fuzz on her baby's head. I love you, I love you, I love you. She thought. My little boy. My darling baby. My little dragon.