As she came to terms with the fact that she would be tending to her hatchlings for years to come, she felt negative about it. Jasper was a prince after all and not a female dragon. It was humiliating enough to be the recipient of a male dragon's virility. Now he had to be a mother, a loving one, AND a wetnurse. Naturally, Jasper was unaware that most women, unlike his royal mother from when he was human, couldn't have the luxury of a wetnurse and had to tend their children in person with the lucky help of relatives and friends if they managed to. Sure, his new mate (he scowled each time he had to refer to Argent as such, terrified it would become normal eventually) was the living image of a doting father but Jasper would rather be the father in this relationship. He wanted to be the dad here! It was the role of women to tend to children, not his! This infuriated him, even more so that HE was the one with a harem and breeding females not so long ago! He did not care about his illegitimate brats before either. After all, it was other women, paid and sheltered and all, that took care of the results of his love-making. And now HE had to deal with his own children? The very ones that his concubines were carrying, thanks to Anya, what's more! And more would come! Now his own children, supposed to be human, were baby dragons. How preposterous! How mortifying! He was left to do degrading women's work! Of course, his narrow mind could not conceive that for once he was taking full responsibility for his actions. So Jasper refrained from biting Argent or snap at him to halt from seeing him as a gorgeous egg factory. Focusing on his anger and hatred for his loving and romantic mate helped him keep the invading mothering instincts that were getting evermore forceful and present, threatening to definitely overcome his mind. But how long could he resist?