Transmigrated Into a Cannon Fodder Phoenix, Stuck With the Ice Dragon-Chapter 117: Healing is Not Forgetting

"Lucian..."

I tried to push his head away from my chest, taking a shaky breath as my hands pressed weakly against his shoulders. "Can we stop for now?" I whispered, not because I didn’t want him, but because my body was already exhausted.

This ridiculous draconis heat he had mentioned was no joke at all.

He really was losing his mind over making love. It felt like being caught by a car running on a full tank with no brakes... unstoppable, intense, and completely unreasonable. My whole body was burning, overstimulated and trembling, as if every nerve had been wrung dry.

"Lucian... I’m serious," I murmured weakly, tilting my face away to steal one decent breath. "If this goes on, I don’t think I’ll survive your three-day ser—ah!"

I gasped and my body jerked up, "Lu–lucian, stopped! Is your thing still full of bullets!"

His only answer was a kiss that stole the rest of my protest and several of my remaining thoughts.

"Luci aa an," I whined, grabbing onto his shoulder as laughter and helplessness tangled in my voice. "Are you sure this draconis heat comes with an off switch?"

He leaned close, far too relaxed for the chaos he had clearly caused, his lips brushing near my ear as his voice dropped into something unfairly low.

"Off switch?" he murmured. "No. Unfortunately, this model comes with... extended service mode."

I groaned and buried my face against his chest. "Unbelievable... how irresponsible of dragon biology."

He chuckled, a deep, helpless sound like he was enjoying this far too much. "I told you it would last three days."

My head snapped up. "Three whole— Lucian!"

He only smiled, slow and unapologetic, like a man who knew exactly how dangerous he was.

"I warned you," he said softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. "Dragons don’t lie about things like that."

I let out a breath somewhere between a laugh and a groan and slumped against him.

"This is not what I meant when I said I wanted to start working hard..."

His laughter rumbled in his chest as he held me closer.

"Careful what you wish for," he murmured. "I take my wife very seriously."

Eventually, the teasing didn’t stop there and we really ended up doing that thing for freaking three whole days.

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Morning came like a distant dream.

Sunlight slipped gently through the curtains, warm and merciless all at once. I stirred beneath tangled sheets, my body slow, heavy, and sore in the way that only comes after being very thoroughly loved.

Day four.

I blinked at the ceiling and let out a tiny, exhausted sigh.

My mind betrayed me immediately.

Lucian hadn’t stopped last night because he wanted to.

He had stopped because I couldn’t go on.

I buried my face into the pillow with a quiet groan of embarrassment and disbelief.

I was the one who raised that white flag.

And the worst part?

He had still looked like he could’ve kept going for another century.

Stupid dragon biology... Or maybe phoenixes were the ones who needed an upgrade to keep up.

Not that I was complaining. Just... mildly traumatized.

I rolled onto my back slowly, staring at the ceiling, replaying the past three days in my head and wondering how on earth I was supposed to face him now with any dignity left intact.

Three days.

Three days of being loved like my life depended on it.

I groaned softly and pulled the blanket over my face.

If anyone so much as snatched my dragon away, I might actually turn into a real phoenix and burn the world down.

The thought startled a small laugh out of me. I turned my head toward the other side of the bed.

Empty.

For a brief second, panic fluttered in my chest... until the scent of him reached me.

"Did you just wake up?" His soft morning voice reached me as he walked toward the bed, the lower half of his body wrapped loosely in a towel.

"Hm..." I pushed myself upright and blinked at him. "You already took a bath?" I pouted slightly.

He nodded as he sat at the edge of the bed. "Why?"

"You should’ve waited for me," I crossed my arms and pretended to sulk.

He tilted his head, clearly amused.

"And you should know better than to tease me like that," he said lightly. "Because honestly... three days is far too short for an ice dragon."

My heart did an embarrassing little flip.

Before I could respond, he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, warm and lingering.

"But," his voice softened, "I stopped because you needed rest. Not because I wanted to."

I looked up at him, "Show-off."

A low laugh slipped from his throat as he brushed my hair back from my face.

"Come on," he said quietly. "Let’s get you something to eat. You’ve been through enough."

I hesitated for just a moment... then nodded. My hand drifted unconsciously to my stomach.

"Let’s go," I murmured. "I should eat properly. Who knows... maybe the baby’s already—"

Lucian froze. Slowly, he reached for my hand. "Seraphina..."

His voice wasn’t sharp. But it wasn’t light either. It carried something fragile, like he was afraid one wrong word might shatter both of us.

I realized then.

He thought I was pretending.

He thought I was trying to replace something that could never be replaced.

I squeezed his fingers gently.

"I know," I said quietly. "I’m not... dreaming anymore. And it’s not like I’m trying to forget what happened either."

My lips curved into a small, imperfect smile.

"I just... I don’t want to live trapped in the past forever. I mean..." I bit my lip before lifting my eyes to his again. "Yes, we lost our baby. But that doesn’t mean I should go on grieving like nothing else exists... like tomorrow doesn’t matter anymore."

My voice wavered, but I didn’t stop.

"Because, Lucian... honestly..."

I paused, gazing straight into his eyes.

"I’m not okay. Not completely. I miss them. Of course I do." My chest tightened. "Some days it feels like something is missing inside me, and I don’t even know where to touch to make it stop hurting."

Then I looked up at him fully.

"But I’m still here, Lucian. And so are you." My fingers tightened around his. "And I don’t want to survive this life like someone who is already dead inside."

He pulled me into his arms then, tight and protective. "I just didn’t want you to feel alone in it," he whispered against my hair.

I melted into his chest. "I’m not," I whispered back. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

We stayed there like that for a long while.

No words. No tears. Just warmth.

And for the first time since everything fell apart, it didn’t feel like healing meant forgetting.