章 98: 18. Take This Waltz.
I was in the midst of preparing the nursery room, meticulously hanging curtains and carefully placing rugs. The boxes filled with supplies stood unopened, waiting to be explored. Donning a loose shirt, I noticed my waistline slowly fading away, a clear indication that my tummy would soon round out.
With over halfway through my pregnancy, I anticipated the upcoming scan that would reveal the number of babies I was carrying, although the thought of visiting medbay sent shivers down my spine. However, it wasn't the time yet, and I suspected there would be around 4-8 babies. I planned to conduct the scan myself in a few days, eager to witness the truth firsthand.
Despite not experiencing morning sickness, I was well aware that I carried vampires within me, as my blood thirst had noticeably intensified. In just a week, I would witness their magical powers. I possessed a crystal that could discern if I carried witches or wizards in my womb, and once confirmed, I would have to discreetly administer the magic-binding potion.
Reddington, who had been a loyal friend, had left me an abundance of items, and even though I missed him dearly, I hadn't even discovered the whereabouts of his burial or the scattering of his ashes. The pain in my soul served as a constant reminder of another loss I had yet to properly mourn, but I refused to let my past grip me tightly and consume me with grief. The weight of my losses was already too much to bear.
Lost in my thoughts, a voice emanating from the doorway suddenly startled me.
"Baby, what's wrong with you, and what's happening in this room? There's a purpose here. I can sense it," the voice inquired.
It was one of my husbands, Damon Salvatore, the fourth in line out of the ten. Hastily, I descended from the ladder, successfully completing the task of hanging the curtain.
"I'm fine now. There's no emergency. I haven't made a final decision on the purpose of this room yet," I responded, my voice betraying a hint of uncertainty, perhaps a touch too cheery.
Four, with his piercing gaze, locked eyes with me and tilted his head in curiosity. The room was filled with tension as he sensed my deception.
"Baby, come clean or come closer, and I'll taste your blood," he threatened, his voice laced with a mix of concern and determination.
The weight of his words hung in the air, and I knew that once he tasted my blood, the truth would be exposed, leaving me utterly vulnerable.
Reluctantly, I sighed and confessed, "I don't have that problem anymore. It's over, I'm fine."
Four closed the distance between us, his movements graceful yet deliberate. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he absorbed my pheromones.
His voice softened as he spoke, his words laced with a mix of surprise and understanding. "You're pregnant, aren't you? But how? Why haven't you told anyone?" His eyes searched mine, seeking answers. "Now, we can breed in a pack. This room, it could be the nursery," he mused.
With a nod, I confirmed his suspicions, "I had a heat, a terrible time. Three agonizing months of pain and frustration. But I kept it to myself out of spite. I only found out three days ago that I was pregnant, and being the vengeful person I am, I decided to keep it under wraps."
Four chuckled, his amusement echoing through the room.
"That's alright. I'll inform number one and see what he wants to do. Maybe we won't come here. I'm not sure yet. But I do know that he regrets not involving you sooner. He wants to expedite the process, so we can breed within the pack. But baby, I'm uncertain about how this will change everything," he confessed, his voice tinged with genuine concern.
A smile played on my lips as I responded, "Perhaps it's best if nothing changes. You could be in Ireland, taking care of our little ones, the puppies, while the pack remains scattered. Eventually, we'll find our way back together."
Four embraced me tightly, his arms providing a sense of comfort and security. His hands rested gently on my stomach, his touch warm and reassuring.
Lost in thought, he murmured, "Six, three girls and three boys. Vampires and possibly shifters. Your children will possess new abilities."
Reluctantly, he released his hold on me, his gaze filled with longing. And then, without hesitation, he sank his teeth into my neck, drinking my blood. The sensation was both painful and euphoric, the warmth of his lips mingling with the velvet darkness that slowly enveloped me.
Mariella and Damon were sitting at a cozy table, their forks clinking against their plates as they enjoyed their meal. Suddenly, a mischievous smile spread across Damon's face, causing his eyes to twinkle with amusement. He let out a sly chuckle, a sound that filled the air around them. Mariella glanced at her husband, her gaze filled with curiosity and concern.
Breaking the silence, she asked, "What has caught your attention, my love? Why did a lady amuse you?"
Damon met her gaze briefly before responding, his voice laced with intrigue. "Mimi is expecting, carrying six babies in her womb. She endured a painful heat without revealing her secret. Just a few days ago, she discovered her pregnancy, yet she chose not to inform me, knowing we would be here for another month. To grant her some respite, I assigned the number four to handle her into rest to velvet her. What say you, my dear? What course of action shall we take?"
Mariella pondered for a moment, her thoughts swirling as she savored each bite of her food. She mulled over the complexities of the situation, contemplating their options.
Finally, she spoke, her words carrying a hint of uncertainty. "This is no simple matter, especially from our standpoint. Will we be able to nurture our instincts if we join Mimi? Can we even go to her? How demanding will her responsibilities be? Though I am enticed by the allure of Fuengirola, which Mimi has recently renovated, I wonder what will happen when we have our offspring alongside Mimi's babies. Will you be able to divide your attention adequately? And what about Mimi? How long can she care for her babies? It is indeed a complex situation, one for which I do not possess a direct solution. Damon, it is your decision as the pack leader. Remember, you are not only Mimi's husband but also the alpha male and father of her children. Consider whether you prioritize the pack's perspective or Mimi's. The choice is yours."
Damon locked eyes with his wife, a mix of determination and contemplation in his gaze.
He asked, "What is your gut telling you? What is the first thought that comes to your mind?"
Mariella's brows furrowed, and she let out a deep sigh. "Let's go to Fuengirola," she said, her voice tinged with determination.
"Mimi is asleep now, so we won't have her hovering over us. I want to see it for myself, to investigate. I want to catch a whiff of Mimi's pheromones and figure out what she's been up to. What kind of mood do you think she's in? And once we're there, the entire pack will be present when she wakes up. She won't have much choice. If it becomes too distressing, we can always leave."
Mariella paused for a moment before raising her voice slightly. "But Damon, if our instincts kick in, let us take care of our kids. And let Mimi take care of her children, for goodness' sake. She's a strong alpha female, after all. Her instincts are always powerful, every single time. Putting the kids in the magic house right now won't help her at all. Let her take care of them for a week or two if you think we're not doing a good job, but find a way to ease her nurturing instinct. She's suffering from it, I've seen it. I've delved into the past many times."
Damon grunted and replied, "Then let's head to Fuengirola, explore, and see if we can have a successful breeding season."
Mariella fell silent. This would be an entirely new experience for everyone. Mimi would be having babies, and they would be having puppies. The arrival of their own little ones would take some time.
Damon finished his meal and suggested, "Now, let's go to Fuengirola, check on the lady's well-being, and address any deficiencies that come up on the radar. It's a relief that four of us put her to sleep without any more arguments."
They made their way to Fuengirola. The first order of business was to conduct a blood analysis on the lady and begin her treatment. As Damon examined the radar, he noticed several deficiencies in Mimi's blood, which called for an IV. Damon carefully administered a cocktail to Mimi, ensuring that it would keep her asleep while they cleared up all the IVs and deficiencies.
Now, all they had to do was wait for her to wake up. Damon squatted by the bed, ready to use his telepathy to communicate with her when the time came. This was always the most exhilarating part for him, eagerly awaiting the moment when Mimi would open her eyes and meet his gaze. And then, he would share the truths he had discovered.
What's actually going to happen here? What's the pack going to do? How they're all going to reproduce as one? And how wonderful to tell Mimi that she can no longer control her own body, at least not that precisely. This is just to say, this is what Mimi was carrying the babies, got the heat.
He did it. Damon just succeeded in what he set out to do. Control Mimi's reproduction. He was just a little busy putting the heat on and didn't even look at Mimi once. But now he was learning. Now, he takes blood tests on this lady. Every time it looks like Mimi isn't getting a heat, Mimi gets blood tests. And then see if it's the case that the heat wasn't coming on. Or is she just covering it up?
I slowly regained consciousness, my mind still foggy from the medication. As I opened my eyes, I found myself staring into Damon's piercing, icy-blue gaze. His eyes held a hint of amusement.
His voice, soft yet commanding, filled the room. "Good morning, Baby. You've been asleep for a couple of days. The imperfections have been fixed, and your severe dehydration has been taken care of. This was the gentlest approach. There's no need to question whether these imperfections should be corrected. It was the quickest and most effective way. Believe it or not, I'm happy about it. We are going to have children, and you're now a part of this business, too. "
He paused briefly before continuing, still looking at me in my eyes. "We're all here in Fuengirola, exploring our new surroundings. The nursery and puppy rooms have been prepared. Everything is in order. Don't worry if you're not ready for kittens yet, as long as you take care of our babies. I've done some research on three girls and three boys. You have less than two weeks to go, and we're all here to support you. "
He touched my arm, being still crouched and looking at me, very closely. He seemed happy.
"The power of our babies is bound now. They are all vampires, and you've received plenty of my blood along with the nutrients, but remember to drink my blood yourself. It's crucial. No other division demons or elementals, just an entire pack of blood. Preferably mine. Even if I'm busy or occupied, come and sink your teeth into my neck. There's always time for you to drink my blood. The kids prefer their daddy's blood, not Charles's, Adam's, or the other boys', but mine. It's the best for them. But now, baby, gather your senses, and let's eat."
Without giving me a chance to respond, Damon set the board down and helped me sit up. I was quite unsure what would come out of this and how would go on, but it seemed I had no choice here. So I went with the flow, so to speak, not to fight back, but I was prepared to see this through.
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