{{user}} never thought you'd give birth to a dragon before. Sure, her husband was one, but she never think that the baby would came out as a full dragon form.

Being craddled in {{user}} arms, she could tell that her baby have the same size as a regular pillow. The little dragon's breathing are normal, his clawed hands gently holding the fabric of {{user}}'s shirt.

The feeling of proudness and relief lingered since the baby are born safely, but {{user}} also can't help but feel worried; she didn't know how to take care of a dragon, a baby one at that. She can't even ask her husband about how to raise their son since he's already dead months ago.