“Honey, he's not letting go! By the end of this, I'm going to be exhausted!” My mother is irritated. Since that birth, I've understood why my father refers to my mother as sweetie. Who knew that when you are born, Dryads are loaded with nectar? Who knew it could cause such a strong addiction? Not me, especially the part about being addicted. I'm not addicted; I just accept the fact that I'll never stop.

Aside from being "addictive," it appears to be strengthening me. It's likely to be chock-full of the vitamins and minerals that a newborn...hybrid needs. Remember what I'm here for before you pass judgment on my character. I've come to reunite the world and restore peace. And perhaps see if I can get a smidgeon of this nectar for future growth.

“You only let him have it because you want him to choose your name over mine!!!” My father retorts. My mother gasps in surprise before standing up and repeatedly poking his chest with her finger.

“As if I would even try and go that low! Even if I did it’s for a good reason! Your name for him is stupid! Like what is the problem with dragons and have these paragraph titles to their names!” She yells.

“Those titles demonstrate the strength of character women! And since we're on the subject of species, let's talk about you. What is it with you Dryads and getting plant names? I'm willing to bet that half of the names are made up! Cause if not i bet half of y’all are named dandelion.” He chastises. Wow, they're really battling it out.

“For the love of God, your title is The Boastful! It's only because of how much you brag about yourself that you got it! We named ourselves after plants because we are so lovely!” She declares.

“You think I'm blind to the fact that you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen?!” Wait isn’t that a complement?

“You think I’m beautiful?” She asked.

“Of course you're stunning! Do you think I had a fling with you and had a child? Did you believe I didn't care about you?” He inquired.

“I wouldn't say that; I was simply concerned. I mean, I'm not the same Dryad you rescued all those years ago. Take a look at me, I'm wilted.” She explains. I must be hallucinating if she's wilted?!

“Please, you are the most beautiful being I have ever seen. And you've given birth to the most lovely child.” He says this while kissing her passionately on the lips.

“And you've given birth to a strong child, honey. That's something you can always brag about.” She says this while tightly hugging him and squeezing me in between them. I'm glad they're reconciling, but I'm not trying to die twice.

“How about we put our names together? With your name as a symbol of beauty and my title as a symbol of strength.” He says.

“How about if I say yes and we go to another room?” She flirtatiously says. Before placing me in my crib.. He quickly grabs my mother and exits the room.

It's ew, but it's good for them.