"Honey, he's not letting go! I'm going to be exhausted by the end of this!" my mother expresses her irritation. Since my birth, I've come to understand why my father refers to my mother as "sweetie." Who knew that when you're born to a Dryad, they're loaded with nectar? And who knew it could create such a strong addiction? Not me, particularly the part about being addicted. I'm not addicted; I simply accept the fact that I'll never stop.

Apart from being "addictive," it seems to be nourishing me. It's likely packed with the vitamins and minerals that a newborn hybrid like me needs. Remember the purpose I'm here for before passing judgment on my character. I've come to reunite the world and restore peace. And maybe, just maybe, I can get a small taste 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 poking his chest repeatedly with her finger.

"As if I would stoop that low! Even if I did, it would be for a good reason! Your name for him is ridiculous! What's with dragons and their lengthy names?" she yells.

"Those titles showcase the strength of character, woman! And since we're on the topic of species, let's talk about you. What's with you Dryads and plant names? I bet half of them are made up! Otherwise, I'm willing to bet half of you are named Dandelion," he chastises. They're going at it.

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"For the love of God, your title is 'The Boastful!' It's only because you brag so much 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 compliment?

"You think I'm beautiful?" she asks.

"Of course, you're stunning! Do you think I had a fling with you and had a child if I didn't care about you?" he inquires.

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

"Please, you're the most beautiful being I have ever seen. And you've given birth to the loveliest child," he says, 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, 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 combine our names? Yours as a symbol of beauty and my title as a symbol of strength," he suggests.

"How about if I say yes, and we go to another room?" she says flirtatiously. Before long, they place me in my crib, and my father swiftly grabs my mother as they exit the room.

It may be "ew," but it's good for them.