There's a present for Nick just sitting on the table. The tag says its from "dragon noises, motherfucker" and should be opened immediately. Nick should be very worried.
He’d rather forgot about the holiday. Or, well, not the holiday, just the date since kids weren’t awake to be openly excited anymore. He forgot that people thought about giving him gifts, too. Even weird gifts.
Obviously this one was from his dragon peasant of a spouse, Chev. Quite frankly, he was intrigued and a little scared. There were a lot of possibilities of what this could be. But he was gonna open this anyway. It said to be opened immediately, and he figured there was no reason not to just open it. At the very least it was probably something funny. And who didn’t like a good gag gift once in a while?
There was a solid minute after opening it where he had to put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing too hard. Their kids were asleep and it would not be the best idea. They were rowdy little shits and needed sleep if they were gonna be excitable children in the morning.
Suffice to say this particular gift made it difficult to stay quiet, and would need to be put in his closet so no one’s innocence was on the line. Dragon dicks weren’t really for everyone. But Nick was damn amused.
He supposed along with the other silly little gifts he’d gotten aforementioned dragon peasant, he’d have to write him a naughty story involving Chev’s dragon form.
He was pretty sure Chev would get a kick out of that.