As the day wound down, Blake and Rose tucked Celena into bed. The little girl's eyes were already heavy with sleep, but she insisted on one last bedtime story.
"Tell me about the night I was born," Celena mumbled, snuggling deeper into her blankets.
Blake and Rose exchanged a fond glance. "Well, sweetheart," Rose began, smoothing Celena's hair, "it was a night just like this one. The moon was full, and the forest was alive with magic..."
As Rose wove the familiar tale, Blake watched his two loves, his heart full to bursting. By the time the story ended, Celena was fast asleep, her tiny fangs peeking out from her slightly parted lips.
"Sweet dreams, little one," Blake whispered, placing a soft kiss on Celena's forehead. Rose did the same, and they quietly left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.
