“What’s wrong? Is the little one giving you trouble?” He places his palm on my large belly, underwear the only thing I currently have on.
I nod as I groan. “Yessss–” I wince when something feels pinched all of a sudden. “I swear they are using me as a punching bag.” I whimper.
He gets close to my belly, giving it a kiss. “Hey little one, it’s your daddy. You need to behave in there. I’m sure it’s cramped in there, but you’re hurting your mommy. We don’t want that, do we?” he rubs my belly reverently, whispering to the baby beneath his palm. The movement stops finally, giving me a reprieve.
“You must have some secret touch or something because they finally stopped moving,” I whisper.
I stare at him as he talks to our baby, falling in love more with this demon. How is that even possible? He surprises me at every turn. He was smitten and they weren’t even born yet. That baby would have him wrapped around their little finger.
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It’s now two weeks before my due date, which means I’m 32 weeks along, and I am ready to get this babyout of me.My feet are swollen I can’t wear any shoes; I have to go for slippers or Crocs. Don’t get me started on the back pain. Even though I drank down his come every day, it could only do so much to help ease my pain. I am having the hardest time sleeping and cannot get comfortable, no matter how hard I try.
I’ve started drinking raspberry tea, eating spicy food, eating pineapple, and eating dates. I was going to do everything I could to help kickstart the contractions. I had started getting braxton hicks contractions this week. They were very infrequent and caused some mild discomfort. I let Thea know about the braxton hicks and she said that was a great sign and to keep an eye on them.
When I started getting them Asmodeus started going a little crazy. He was more nervous than I was. He was being a mother hen yet all I wanted was for the pain to go away.
Asmodeus was such a trooper about the whole process and me becoming bloated like a beluga whale. Somehow, he still found me absolutely gorgeous and sexy, and continued to tell me multiple times a day. He also kept talking about how he couldn’t wait to get me pregnant again. I swear he was insatiable. Another way the internet and Thea herself said would help kickstart labor was orgasms, and he was very enthusiastic about that. Somehow, him doing anything he could do to please me made me feel more wanted than I ever did before.
I was a bit concerned about his cock being inside me, but he let me know that it was completely safe. This far along, his come would actually help me go into labor. His body responded to my hormones, and his semen would changeaccordingly. It reminded me of how breast milk changed depending on what the baby needed. I swear it was one of the best perks about being mated to a fertility demon.
He was obsessed with the marks my body has gotten from pregnancy. He worships them, kissing and tracing the marks with his tongue almost on a daily basis. He ensured that my self-esteem didn’t diminish by making sure to tell me.
He groaned as he kissed the stretch marks across my belly. “God, why are these sexy? The way your body has accommodated our baby is beautiful to witness.”
I rolled my eyes. “Come on big guy, it’s not that beautiful. They aren’t attractive one bit. I’m bloated, giant, and gross.”
His eyes widen like he can’t believe I just said that. “You take that back, right now. Yes, you may have gotten bigger but nothing about you is gross. You are the most beautiful and sexy woman I have ever seen. Don’t talk about yourself like that. If you don’t knock it off, I’m going to make you orgasm for hours on end and worship your body until you believe it.” His tone is serious. I knew he meant every word and it was impossible not to believe him.
“Fine, fine, fine. But can you at least rub some cream on my stretch marks for me? Oh and massage my feet? Pretty please?” I beg, needing some relief.
“Your wish is my command.”
I continued on my journey of reading my mother’s books and journals. I also planned to go through some of her other belongings. For the longest time, I felt like I was stuck, that it was too hard to accept reality and to go through old memories.
Losing my mother and father was one of the hardest things I’ve had to go through. They were my world, and in theblink of an eye, they were gone. I still wonder about why the hellhound scented me, why it wanted me, why it went into a fit of rage and killed my parents when I wasn’t there. I wish I could have gotten answers from the beast, but it seemed that it wouldn’t have had any for me: it was just an unhinged creature from the demon realm.
I started a journal that looked to be the year my mother turned 25. This was when she was supposed to be sold off for an arranged marriage. My heart hurts for my mother and her circumstances. Everything leading up to this showed how much she fought her mother and how many times her mother tried to sabotage her. She had to sneak around to see my father.
I had a dream where it was Brian and me with a happy little girl. She had violet eyes and lavender curly hair just like me. We were the same, we talked about all the supernatural creatures there were in the world, and she had similar powers to me. We were a happy family.
The dream suddenly changed and where my husband and child stood was now a burnt wasteland, my arms shackled to a wall, my throat dry from screaming for help, unable to stop the impending doom. My dream disappeared and became my worst nightmare instead.
I gasp at her words. She saw me? I wonder if her dreams were how she could see the future? I couldn’t find anywhere yet in the journals and books I read explaining her powers; it seemed her gift to see the future was quite rare and kept secret. I could understand why. I’m sure I could find it in one of the journals, but there were over thirty of them.
It’s the day before my 25th birthday and it’s either now or never. I know if I don’t leave with Brian tonight, I will be trapped and caged like an animal. I hate my mother for what she has put me through and how she’s hurting me to try and get her way. Magic isn’t worth it. I’ve tried to voice my concerns over the marriage but she won’t listen. All she cares about is the family legacy and ensuring the magic bloodline survives.
Brian and I have set up a rendezvous point down the street where he will pick me up and we will drive far, far away from here. I’m finally going to escape her clutches. Finally going to be able to live my life. I don’t care about the magic or the lineage. I want to live my life in peace with the man I love.
I’m leaving almost all my belongings here, I’m not taking a single thing. I’m sure my mother would find a way to track it. I’m not giving her that opportunity.
I sob as I continue reading. There is a break in the pages and dates. The next entry isn’t for another two weeks. Turns out my mother’s plan worked; she escaped, but barely. Her mother had warded the house, including the doors and windows, setting off alarms. They had to dodge and hide for at least a week.
They drove from Salem, Oregon, which is where they were from, all the way to Cleveland. The stark reality of the situation hits me full force. There was a chance that I could have never been born. I place my hand on my bump, gently rubbing my belly. The same realization slams into me, how similar yet different my mother’s and mine situations were. If I didn’t leave Cleveland, I wouldn’t have found Asmodeus. If I didn’t take a chance on Asmodeus, I wouldn’t be pregnant right now.
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Chapter 35 -Blair
