It is with somewhat great difficulty as we prepare to leave the Belmont House. My beloved, rather battling with the wonder that one call morning sickness has been much to my very amusement, found herself firmly seated at the one thing that a Vampire shall never use.
Now she does not hold the same sentiment of joy as me as I watch her going through these stages of what should be the most treasurable of the life of a woman. Yes, I do believe that finding your stomach turning inside out should not be seen as a joyous moment at all. But for me, the mere thought of having a part of me growing inside her belly gives me more joy than she shall ever know.
So as I patiently wait for her to overcome this sudden bout of sickness, I try with the deepest parts of me to listen if I can, in fact, hear the very Vampire that is growing in her belly. Yet nothing, I am only but able to hear her rambling thoughts, most of how she shall be killing me once this pregnancy has passed.
