“Baby, what’s wrong,” I say, furrowing my eyebrows.
Wynter chews her lower lip, blinks rapidly, and leans closer to me. She gazes into my eyes, inhaling and exhaling.
I take her hand, running my thumb over her wrist, trying to calm her.
“Baby, I . . .I’m. . . pregnant,” says, in a low breathless tone wide-eyed.
My heart stops, my soul sours, and then my heart pounds a mile an hour. I stare at her; she’s so damn perfect that she takes my breath away.
Now, she made me fuckingtastic ecstatic, more than I’ve ever been.
My lips turn up; a single tear slides down her soft, flushed cheek.
“Baby, how far along are you,” I ask, sliding my hands through her soft locks.
“Hmm. . . .Baby, I think that I’m about twelve weeks, but I need to make a doctor appointment,” Wynter says, biting her lower lip.
“Fuckingtastic, I want to go with you,” I say, feeling my chest tighten. I can’t fucking believe that I’m losing my shit.
I never dreamed of being a dad, of having a baby, a vampire baby with a human. But, I know that baby will be healthy.
I’m so fucking excited.
We got this.
“Yes, I want you to go to the doctor's appointments,” Wynter says, nodding.
“Fuckingtastic! Baby, you’ve made me so damn happy! I’ve never felt this joy, this love, this fuckingtastic thrill in my entire fucking life,” I whisper, moving my hand; I wipe the tear off her beautiful face.
Wynter tears start to flow down her cheeks; her lips turn up, her eyes look like sparkling diamonds, so damn fucking gorgeous.
“Baby, I’m so happy that you’re happy,” Wynter says, leaning down to kiss me.
I take over the kiss, kissing her with wild hunger, but at the same tender, showing her how much I love her.
I pull back, cupping her face staring deeply into her beautiful eyes.
“Baby, I can’t wait to meet our baby because this baby is special. The baby is part of me, and you, and that is fucking amazing,” I say, smiling at her.
“Baby, I’m so glad that you’re delighted,” Wynter says, giggling.
“Baby, after the run, I want to take you out to dinner to celebrate before we tell the brothers,” I say, chuckling.
“I love you,” Wynter yells, cuddling into me.
A few hours later.
The fucking run was a total waste of time. We didn’t learn or see any fucking Satanic Bastards. Those fucking motherfuckers went to the ground.
I ride behind Death, down the gravel to the clubhouse. I pull into my parking lot, turning off my bike. I take off my gloves and helmet, placing them on my handlebars.
My cell beeps, so I pull it out before sliding off my bike.
I look at the screen; the text message pops up.
Vlad ~ I Need you here asap.
Blood ~ Indeed.
