Dating a Vampire

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CHAPTER 3

The sun had set outside, but a nearby street lamp cast a reddish light through Teren’s open windows, bathing everything in his room with an almost fire lit glow. I stood, biting my lip and wondering if I really should stay where he told me to, or if I should investigate as well. I knew I wouldn’t be able to pinpoint the mysterious sound like Teren could, but I was pretty handy in bad situations, if that’s what this was.

A knot tightened in my stomach and I started to worry about him. Sure, he was stronger now than before his conversion, and he was much harder to kill, since he could now do the super-healy thing that I’d been so eager to see when we was alive, but he wasn’t invincible. And we knew with certainty that there were whack jobs out there who wanted him removed from this world, just because of what he was. Some people couldn’t look past the prejudices.

Shivering and rubbing my bare arms, I walked over to his closet and pulled down one of his dress shirts. It was long on me, completely covering my backside and hitting my legs mid-thigh, and cut the slight coldness in the air considerably. I glanced around his closet (that I’d soon be taking over) and looked for anything weapon-like. All I saw were clothes; Teren really didn’t have much in the way of self defense.

I tiptoed back to the bedroom, not sure why I was being quiet, but feeling the need to be that way anyway. The red-orange light of the lamp outside flashed on various hard objects around the room - the TV remote, a particularly thick book he was reading on his nightstand, his laptop sitting on a chair tucked under his window. I didn’t see anything great, but if we were going down tonight, we going down swinging. I settled on an umbrella propped up by his bathroom door and grabbed it. With a hand on my stomach, I decided that I‘d do what my vampire fiancé had requested of me, and stay put, for the children’s sake. I backed into the bathroom, wanting an easier to defend spot and crouched low, holding my cheap umbrella like it was a sturdy baseball bat.

I don’t know how long I waited, but it felt like an eternity. Teren could search every nook and cranny of this house in a matter of minutes, so the longer I waited, the longer I was positive something horrible had happened to him. As time ticked ominously by and my legs started protesting the rigid posture I was keeping them in, tears started stinging my eyes. It couldn’t end like this. I couldn’t have just made love to him and then lost him, all in a matter of moments. He was supposed to be mine forever. That was the deal. We were fated. We were destined to a long life of love, happiness, children and grandchildren. That was what getting through his hard changeover meant for us – that we were free to love each other peacefully, for the rest of my life. Not for him to be whisked away from me forever because he “heard something”.



I felt the tears brimming as my overactive imagination started playing out the different scenarios where some intruder had gotten the best of him. In my head, I watched him die a hundred times over. I felt the tears travel down my cheeks as I listened for any sounds that he was okay.

Just as my arms were starting to shake from the tension I was maintaining in them, the bathroom door started to swing open. Panic and fear made me cock back my makeshift weapon and I swung it around as soon as the figure walked into my sanctuary. In my self-riled turmoil, I didn’t even register who I was swinging at until he reached up and calmly grabbed the stupidly fragile umbrella. It bent a little as he yanked it out of my hands.

“What are you doing, Emma?”

Teren was standing right in front of me, half-dressed and tilting his head at me, like he thought I’d possibly gone mental in his absence. As I felt a sob rise in my throat, I started to believe that maybe I had gone mental. I brought my hands to my face, relief mixing with the icy edge of fear still lingering in my system. His eyes widened at seeing me on the verge of breaking down and he instantly had me in his arms, swooping me up to cradle me like a child.

“Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.” He repeated it over and over while he walked me back to his bed. A hand continuously stroked down my back while he placed dozens of kisses along my forehead. I held back the stupid tears, but they were coming regardless. He laid me down and got in next to me. I embarrassingly cinched him tight when he moved to cover me with his blankets. Once I was safe and cocooned in his bed, my arms firmly around him, his hands came up to my cheeks. Sweeping his thumbs over them, trying to dry my concerned tears, his face took on a look of confused compassion. “Emma?” he whispered.

Between hiccups and stuttered breaths, I managed to get out, “I thought…something…happened…to you.”

Understanding, he swept me into a tight embrace, his hands rubbing over my back again. “Oh god, I’m sorry, Emma. “ He pulled back, searching my eyes. “I’m fine, baby. Okay?”

I nodded, willing my body to calm down. Before I could protest or stop him, he blindingly fast hopped out of bed and securely closed his heavy curtains. The room blackened as he held me in his arms again. He kept his eyes open, staring deep into mine, and the phosphorescent glow on the whites of his eyes became brighter as the room slowly became darker. That was another vampire effect – the glowing eyes. It was only apparent if they were somewhere really dark, say hunting their prey late at night, and had an almost hypnotic-like calming effect, to relax that prey into submission, as if they needed the extra help getting humans to submit to their power.

It did have a calming influence though and my mind started blanking as that light absorbed me into his peace. I felt my heart even and my breath slow to the low and long ones people take while they’re sleeping. I was so relaxed, that if he had told me to close my eyes and go to sleep, I probably would have. But he didn’t try any hypnotic parlor tricks on me - he knew better than that. Instead he twisted to turn on the lamp on his nightstand.

“Better?” he asked, as I blinked in the sudden brightness.

Taking in his back to normal blue eyes, I nodded. “Yes, sorry I freaked out.”

He shook his head and kissed my nose. “I’m sorry I worried you. I just thought I heard…” His voice drifted off and he bit his lip. After a second he shook his head and sighed softly. “I must have been hearing things though.” He shrugged. “I searched everywhere, inside and outside, but I couldn’t find anything…out of place.” He shrugged again and held me close, cradling my head to his chest. “I’m so sorry I worried you, Emma.”

I nodded against his skin, amazed at how quickly I’d imagined the worst. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Teren. I guess I’m still a little…frazzled…by what happened to us.” I said that last part barely above a whisper, hating to even talk about it.

He pulled away from me, resting his forehead against mine. “I would never…let anyone harm you, Emma. You or the kids. Ever.” He practically growled that and I relaxed as the strength in his voice gave me confidence. He wouldn’t, and things were different now. He was different - stronger, and any hunter we encountered here on out, would have their hands full with Teren Adams.

I leaned up and gave him a soft kiss. “I know, baby. I feel safe with you.” I whispered, as I laid my head back down on his chest.

“And you are safe with me,” he whispered as I closed my eyes.

My earlier exhaustion crept up on me and, adding it to my emotionally draining last few moments, I was half-asleep when I responded with, “I know…”

Then I was fully asleep.

The next morning had me awaking with the scratchy stubble of Teren’s jaw rubbing against my neck as he kissed me. He whispered that he had to go to work, but I could stay and sleep in a little if I wanted, since he’d run to my house and picked up some stuff for me…including another pair of underwear. I chuckled, thinking about last night and considering the fact that when he said “run”, he probably meant that literally.
With a swift kiss, we parted ways for the day. Teren worked an hour before me and was a much nicer alarm clock than I’d had yesterday. I smiled as I stretched out on his luxurious bed and considered what waking up like this every day would be like.



After awhile, I got up and walked to the bathroom, still dressed in Teren’s shirt. Flashes of freaking out in this bathroom came to me and I tried to push it back to the farthest part of my brain. As strong as I tried to be, what had happened to us had been traumatic and the side effects still showed themselves sometimes. I knew I wasn’t alone either. As strong as Teren tried to be, when he said things like he had last night, the conviction in his voice betrayed his true fear. He was worried that he would let me down, that he wouldn’t be able to stop someone from hurting me again. In a way, I suppose he felt like he’d let me down before. I didn’t feel that way. There’s no way either one of us could have been prepared for what that maniac had put us through.

I dressed for my day, smiling at the rose Teren had placed upon my stack of fresh clothes, and shaking my head at the tiny scraps of fabric he’d picked out for my undergarments. Still shaking my head, I put on the red thong with its matching demi-bra and garter belts (that’s right, he picked out garter belts) and covered up all the sexiness with a relatively chaste looking long gray skirt and fitted black blouse. Fixing my hair and makeup, I was on the road, snacking on a bagel, in no time.

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My day at work was as exhausting as my first day back, with Tracey asking more questions about life on a ranch, which, I gave her pretty honest answers about, since the day to day activities there really had nothing supernatural about them. As we conversed throughout the day, I considered telling her about the wedding. I imagined how excited she’d be, and how much of a help she’d be in the whole planning process. Of course, she’d be a bridesmaid and of course, she’d have an opinion on the dress. I held off though, wanting to tell my family first, and since tonight was our weekly dinner, I’d have the perfect opportunity to tell them.

I spent the rest of my shift daydreaming about dresses and flowers and Teren’s magnificent body all decked out in a tux. Before I knew it, Clarice was grunting some sort of a goodbye, murmuring that she wished I’d get caught up already, and Tracey was calling out goodnight and telling me to say hi to my sister for her.

I called my sister before I left, making sure tonight was still on and letting her know that Teren would be late. She knew the real reason why he wouldn’t be joining us for a meal, she knew exactly what Teren was, but she also lived with our mother and could let Mom know for me, thus sparing me a direct lie. As I pulled into the café a short while later, I called Teren, letting him know I was here and meeting with everyone, and telling him I wished he was here too.

He shared my sentiment and told me he’d wait an hour or so and then join us. I sighed as I hung up the phone with him and cracked open my car door. It wasn’t that I couldn’t handle being without him for an evening or anything, I just liked having him around, and wished he could partake in things that normal guys could, like dinners with the in-laws.

The hostess greeted me by name, told me she was glad I was back, and then actually gave me a brief hug. My family had been coming here for awhile and everyone knew us. I smiled that my absence over the past few weeks had been noticed, and I’d been missed.

I’d beaten my mom and sister to the café, so she ushered me back to our usual table and set me up with a glass of water while I waited. I sighed and took a long drink of my water, suddenly feeling parched. My eyes aching, I leaned my head back on the cushion of the bench seat and listened to the soothing jazz playing softly in the background.

I felt the cushion beside me compress and opened my eyes as I turned my head. “Rise and shine, sleepy.” A horrifically scarred face smiled warmly at me and an ache went through me at how long I’d gone without seeing that face.

“Hey, Ash.” I exclaimed as I hugged her eagerly.



My arms wrapped around her body and I noticed, but immediately ignored, the hard sections of her skin where the scarring on her face was continued. She had a lot of scarring, most of her body really. She’d barely managed to survive a horrid fire as a child, a fire that our father hadn’t survived. The effects of that were lasting ones, even after dozens of surgeries, but her physical appearance was only that – physical. It did nothing to dampen her spirit or dissuade her of her dream of being a nurse in the burn unit, to help others go through what she’d painfully gone through. She was in her second year of school and nothing would keep her from that goal - not the stares, not the whispers, and not the lack of a love life. But, as she pulled apart from me and I saw the glow in her eyes, the same warm brown as mine, I couldn’t help but see what Teren had very correctly informed me of once – she was happy. Despite all that life had thrown at her, she was happy.

“I missed you,” I said softly, as I ran a hand down the side of her head that could still grow hair. That hair matched my color too. I couldn’t help but think that we’d be near twins if her scars were gone.

She snuggled into my side. “I missed you too.”

A plump, happy looking woman took the seat opposite us and beamed at her daughters. I beamed right back at her, missing her just as much as I’d missed my sister. Phone calls were great and all, but it wasn’t the same as being in the same room with someone, and I was used to seeing these two at least weekly, if not more. I reached out and grabbed her hand, thinking that her graying hair had gone a little grayer in my absence.

"We missed you, honey. How was the ranch?” Her eyes lit up at the romantic notion she probably had of life on a working ranch. I thought about the time I’d scraped off dead skin from between a cow’s toes, but decided to not burst her idyllic picture.

“It was great Mom, and Teren’s dad is doing so much better.”

She leaned back and grinned at me, pride clear on her face as she thought about her daughter stoically helping out an ill man and his young wife. I felt a little guilty that my mom had to be told the cover story, but she didn’t know the truth and couldn’t know it. Unlike my sister, she wouldn’t handle the fact of me with a vampire very well. She was a mom, and she’d always be a mom, and I didn’t want her hair going even grayer over constantly worrying over my safety. And even though, I could now agree that her fears were justified ones, letting her in on the secret would only hurt her. In this case, the lie was better, so I slapped a grin on my face and committed myself to telling it.

We talked about the aspects I could talk about, while our usual waitress, Debby, came up and joined our conversation. Everyone laughed and enjoyed my stories. A general “aah” went over the crowd as I reminisced about Teren helping a cow deliver her calf. Tears may have sprung up as I thought back to that night a couple weeks ago. Not over him birthing cattle, although that had been awfully sweet…gross, but sweet. No, my tears were over the tiny growing babies in my belly, and the thought of Teren helping to birth them. At least he’d have experience.

As Debby left with our food orders – and I’d shockingly ordered something other than my standard Panini, which had caused a moment of stunned silence to go around our group, the conversation drifted back to Teren. As my mom asked what had held him up at work, I gave her a vague response of “a deadline”. Since he worked for a magazine, that excuse came in awful handy, even though I don’t think Teren had ever been under the gun for a deadline in his life. He was…fast.

We all dug into our food when it arrived moments later. My stomach rumbled at the heaping plate of pasta before me and then it churned for just a second. I inhaled slowly through my nose, staring at a circular stain in the table to distract myself. I could not throw up here; that would certainly raise some questions. And as Ashley was seated on the edge of the bench and her scarred body wouldn’t be able to scoot out of the way quick enough, if I was going to vomit, I was going to do it right here at the table. I closed my eyes at that thought and begged my body to return to normal.

"Are you alright, Emma?” My mother asked from across the table.

I made myself open my eyes and look at her confidently. I was sure I was paler, but I hoped my smile was distracting enough that she wouldn’t notice. “Of course, Mom.” I also made myself pick up my fork and dig into the food, even though my stomach was warning me not to. Praying I wasn’t making a tactical error, I swallowed a huge mouthful.

Mom nodded and went back to her omelet, continuing on with a story about her friend’s daughter running off with a married man. I listened to her story, concentrating on the sounds of the words, and eventually my stomach stopped protesting. Then, as if something had switched inside me, my stomach became ravenous and I inhaled my food noisily. Mom and Ash both cocked an eyebrow at me and blushing slightly, I murmured, “I missed lunch.”

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Moments later our plates were taken away and we relaxed with cups of coffee. Well, two cups of coffee. Having given up coffee treats when I’d been trying to get pregnant, I was now more partial to hot chocolate. Sipping our beverages and chatting about Ashley’s school load, we were distracted by a squeal down the aisle. We all turned to look and my mouth fell open as my heart shifted into overdrive.

Teren had just shown up and Debby was thrilled to see him. Personally, I think she was always a little too thrilled to see him, especially considering that she was married, but what had me full on alarmed was the fact that she had thrown her arms around him like she hadn’t seen him in ten years. All I could think was – ‘she’s touching him…she’ll know.’

Feeling panicked and on edge, I started to stand at the table. My stomach rose right into my throat when after squealing how great it was to see him, she proclaimed, “Boy, but you’re cold.”

I unconsciously tried to squeak past my sister in an attempt to free him from Debby’s grasp. In my nerve-heightened state, I didn’t even realise I was squishing her, I was only aware of something getting in-between him and me.

“Emma, ow.” I heard Ashley’s voice say that, but my gaze was locked on Teren.

My mother’s firm voice broke through my panic. “Oh, Emma, sit down. You know Debby’s a flirt, but Teren wouldn’t do anything with her…see.”

I glanced down at Mom staring over her shoulder at Teren and Debby. My gaze drifted back up to Teren and our overeager waitress, and I could see what Mom meant. Teren had successfully separated himself from her and was laughing slightly as he gave her a playful warning gesture with his finger. Feeling a little stupid at my overreaction, I slowly sat back down into my seat as he slipped around the boisterous woman.



Mom and Ashley stood to greet him and I tensed again; more people were about to touch him. With a dazzling smile and apologies for being late, he gave my mom an oh-so-brief hug before engulfing Ashley in a long bear hug. Mom accepted her brief hug and smiled widely at his show of affection for Ashley. Teren had a natural kinship with the disfigured woman and their connection was a deep one. Ash also knew that he had died, so he could touch her for as long as he wanted…within reason, of course.

I relaxed as everybody broke apart and started to sit back down. So much for my silent promise to not worry so much about him. Oh well, tomorrow is always another shot. Ash shifted to sit with Mom and Teren sat by my side, leaning close to kiss my cheek and whisper his agreement to my silent goal. “Stop stressing…it’s not good for the babies.”

I bit my lip and giggled, reflexively putting a hand on my stomach. He laughed with me and grabbed my free hand, interlacing our fingers. I heard Mom sigh and I looked across the table at her. “You two are so…” she sighed again and lightly shook her head. “True love….it’s so nice to see. It reminds me of my own.”

I swallowed after she said that and looked down. She meant her and my dad. Even though he had been gone for years, over ten of them, she still considered herself married to him. She even still wore the wedding ring. I’d already given up on trying to convince her that Dad would be fine if she moved on. She just wasn’t interested.

Teren squeezed my hand while Mom asked him if he was hungry. I looked up at him as he shook his head and met eyes with my mom. “No, thank you. I slurped down a quick meal earlier.” He grinned crookedly after he said that and flashed a quick glance at Ashley. She giggled a little into her hand. Mom shrugged and let it go, not understanding what he really meant by that.

I shook my head and discreetly rolled my eyes. We settled into small talk, with Mom asking him even more questions about the ranch, and I started to get a little antsy. I didn’t want to make small talk about ranch life, now that he was here. I wanted to tell them. I wanted to finally let everyone know we were engaged and getting married within a month.

Teren, maybe super sensing my growing irritability, shifted the conversation for me. Placing our laced hands on the table and looking at me adoringly, he calmly said, “Since we’re all together again, Emma and I have some news.”

I glanced at my mom and sister, who both looked equally confused and intrigued, and cleared my throat. Teren didn’t expand on his sentence, only tenderly stroked the back of my hand with his thumb and continued to gaze at me lovingly, letting me break the news to my family. Mom and Ash shifted their gazes to me accordingly. “Well,” I looked at each one, savoring the moment and feeling tears well up as I did. “Teren and I are getting married,” I whispered.

My mom practically erupted in her joy. Her hands reached out for me and she engulfed me in as much of a hug as she could across the table. My sister clenched Teren’s arm and told us both congratulations. My mother’s theatrics got the attention of Debby and she sauntered back to see what the fuss was about. With tears dripping down her cheeks, Mom told her that I was getting married. The way she put it, Teren was almost inconsequential – it was her daughter’s wedding - and I couldn’t help but grin at Mom’s happiness.

Debby smiled, a little halfheartedly if you asked me, and congratulated us. Offering a round of wine on the house, I politely, but firmly told her no. Joking around, she muttered, “What? You pregnant, honey.”

I bit my lip and felt my cheeks go bright red. I started shaking my head no, trying to laugh off the question, but I hadn’t been expecting someone to ask that just now and I was a little thrown. Teren squeezed my hand and looked at me curiously, maybe wondering if I wanted this bit shared or not. I looked back at him, not sure what I wanted either.

Finally, Mom broke the building tension. “Oh my god, you are!” I looked back at her, denial ready on my lips, but tears had started streaming down my cheeks and a huge smile had broken out on my face. I heard Ashley gasp beside her and Teren started to lightly chuckle. I hadn’t even really had a chance to refute the accusation yet.

Sputtering on any sort of coherent refusal, I ended up sighing and saying, “That’s not why we’re getting married.” My mom brought her hands to her face and Ashley’s mouth dropped wide open. Both of their eyes dropped to where my stomach was hidden under the table and I started chuckling. Debby congratulated us again and went off in search of some sparkling cider to celebrate.

Mom and Ash were still dazed when she left. I cocked an eyebrow at their odd, silent reactions. “Mom? You…okay?” I asked slowly. I always thought Mom would be a little shocked, but okay with it. Her silence was starting to unnerve me.

Finally she dropped her hands and stood up. “Get over here, I need to hug you.”

Ashley came out of her startlement and stood up, crying now as well. Teren got out of the women’s way, a small smile on his face as he stepped back from the table, and my sister attacked me when I stood up. “I can’t believe you made it in time,” she whispered in my ear. I nodded into her shoulder, disbelieving it as well. A sob escaped me when she rubbed my back and said, “I’m so happy for you, Emma.”

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I could only tearfully nod again as she pulled away, and then Mom was engulfing me. I had to take a step back at the ferociousness of it. She started sobbing lightly and I laughed as I held her. “Mom, really, it’s okay.”

She pulled back and cupped my cheeks. “I know, dear. I’m just so happy for you, the both of you.” Her eyes flicked over to Teren and then back to mine. A huge grin broke across her face. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a grandma!”

She hugged me while Ashley gave Teren another hug and then she let me go, to hug him as well. This hug was not a brief one, as Teren firmly and warmly, wrapped his arms around my mom. When she pulled back, she muttered, “Wow, you are cold,” as she wiped her eyes. Then her focus was on me again and she didn’t mention it again. Teren raised an eyebrow at me and I sighed that he was right, once again; no one was suspicious about his temperature.

Debby found some cider and gave us each a glass. Taking one for herself, we all toasted Teren's and my new life together. I watched Teren secretly, as he faked taking a sip and then discretely poured some of his drink into a pot behind him. I smiled into my glass at his deception.

“So you two crazy lovebirds, when’s the wedding?” Debby asked as she finished her glass.

I took the last sip of mine and shrugged. “December 19th.”

Every female head in our congratulatory circle twisted to stare at me. “What?” They all said together.

I looked at each one, not sure why they all looked more shocked now than when I’d admitted I was pregnant. “What?” I asked cautiously.

They all looked at each other briefly and then Debby responded for the group. “You cannot plan a decent wedding in a month. Trust me on that.” Debby had been married a couple times, so I suppose she would know things like that.

I smiled and shook my head, thinking that the majority of the details were probably already being handled by Teren’s super-efficient family, a family that also had impeccable taste and would lavish me in a fairytale wedding that would outdo whatever I’d come up with. “It’s fine.” I looked across at Teren and stretched out my hand for him, which he took with a smile. “Besides, we have a lot of help anyway.” I shrugged. “I’ll practically only need to show up.”

Before Debby could respond to that, my sister gave me a sly grin and added, “Yeah, and she wouldn’t want to be all huge at her wedding anyway, so quicker probably is better.”

Teren laughed at that and my hand snaked out to smack my sister’s arm. “Thanks, Ash.” She grinned and laughed and then hugged me again.

After sitting back down and talking about the wedding details and then the baby details and then more wedding details, I was finally yawning and exhausted, ready for bed. Teren put his arm around me as we all made our way out of the café. I smiled and nestled into his side as we followed Mom to her car to get his beloved pooch.

We found Spike with his head out the window, panting merrily. The collie’s entire body started vibrating with happiness when he saw Teren. Mom reluctantly opened the door and Teren clapped his hands once and squatted to Spike’s level, calling his name. Spike dashed over to him…and then stopped. My heart started surging as I considered that Teren’s temperature may not give him away, but his dog might. Collies were smart, and Spike could clearly tell that something was off about his owner. I wasn’t entirely sure what he would do, but I pictured him biting Teren, leaving him with a vicious wound that my mom would want to inspect. I then imagined that wound healing right before her eyes. That…would not be good.

Teren frowned as Spike stood a couple paces from him, sniffing the air and holding his shaggy body absolutely still. Mom started to walk towards the dog, but Ash held her hand out, stopping her. I wasn’t sure, but Spike didn’t look too friendly at the moment and he may lash out at her by mistake if she spooked him. And right now, all of his attention was on trying to piece together the new oddness of his master.

Teren dropped to his knees and patted them, calling to Spike in a soothing voice. He looked a little worried, like maybe he’d lost his favorite pet. With obvious caution in his body, Spike leaned in with his nose, his foot slowly following. He did it a couple more times while Teren’s encouragement picked up pace. Eventually he got close enough for Teren to lightly touch him. He flinched away from the contact for a second, and then his nose practically inhaled Teren’s hand. After a moment or two, he gave him a soft lick, and then seemed to relax and leaned his slightly shaking body into Teren’s. Teren wrapped him in a big hug, scuffing up his shaggy fur, his face elated that his pup hadn’t rejected him. Spike in turn, had decided to give Teren a mini bath and was licking him profusely. I laughed at the sight of a boy and his dog.

When everything with Spike seemed back to normal, Mom came up and stroked the slight curve of his tail. “Wow, I thought he was going to bite you for a second there.”

Teren’s face twitched, just fractionally, and then he pulled it into an effortless smile. “Yeah, I know.” Standing and scratching a joyous Spike’s back he added, “It’s like he’s forgotten me already. He must really like you. Thank you for watching him for me.”

Mom nodded, tears in her eyes as she gave Spike a last quick hug, and I shook my head, knowing that visits with Mom from now on would be as much about seeing Spike as it was seeing us. We waved to Mom and Ash as they took off together and then we piled Spike into Teren’s car and planned to part ways.

He frowned at me as I opened the door to my bug. “You are coming over, right?”

I grinned and gave him a soft kiss. Glancing over at where Spike was barking at Teren in his closed up car, I playfully said, “Well, I’m not sure. I wouldn’t want to interrupt anything between you two.”

Teren rolled his eyes and slung his arms around my waist. “You preempt the dog…although he will probably want to sleep between us tonight.”



He laughed and I bit my lip, watching his handsome, stubbly face in the orangish glow of the parking lot lights. The glow of his eyes was muted to near nothingness in the refracted light around us, but I could see it, or at least, I imagined I could see it. I pictured seeing it in its full glory in his dark bedroom and bit my lip harder.

I leaned up to kiss him again. “Yes, I just need to run home and grab some stuff.” I pulled away and gave him a serious expression. “We really should get me moved in soon.”

He smiled cockily at me and winked. “I could get you moved in, in a couple of hours.” He leaned in to whisper into my ear, his cool breath sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m really fast.”

I giggled and released myself from his grasp. “True.” I let my eyes roam down his body, a little seductively, and I could see that he’d stopped faking his breathing by the time I reached his eyes again. “But you do know how to take your time too.” My voice was intentionally husky when I said that and his mouth dropped open a little. Inwardly, I smiled that I could still do that to him. Outwardly, I bit my lip again and kept up the foreplay.

He took a step towards me, looking like he wanted to take me right here in the parking lot, and although it wouldn’t be our first time having sex in a sort of public place, I was more in the mood for a nice, big private bed. I put a hand on his chest and stopped him, then quickly dropped down into my seat. He frowned and leaned on my door frame. “So, you’ll be quick?” he asked, a little impatiently. I nodded and pulled on my door to close it. He stopped me at the last moment, cracking open the door. “And you’ll…keep on what you’re wearing now?”

His lips curled into a devilish smile and I shook my head at how darn attractive he was. I also gave him a devilish smile right back as I pictured his delight in seeing me in the underwear he’d picked out this morning. “Oh, yes.” I tilted my head and leaned forward, he leaned in as well. “Although, I may come back with a little less on than before.”



I wiggled a piece of my shirt and his eyes darted down to my body. “And you say I don’t play fair,” he muttered. I laughed and successfully managed to close my door.

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Once I got home, I packed the largest bag that I could pack quickly and trudged it back to my car in record time. When I showed up at his door a half hour later, I surprised him by doing what I said I’d do. While he blurred my bag away to his room, I slipped my coat off and hung it up in his entryway closet. When he blurred back down, he nearly fell over (which made me happier than I should probably admit), and openly stared at my body, only clothed in black high heels and the racy little red number that he’d picked out that morning. His eyes drifted from my breasts to my heels and then locked onto the garter belts. They stayed there for a total of 5 seconds, and then he snatched me up and blurred me away to that monstrously comfortable bed.

To Be Continued on Next Chapter.....


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[kiasusam]

CHAPTER 4

Now that the cat was out of the bag and my family knew, both about the upcoming wedding and the upcoming baby, the planning process began in earnest. Mom wanted to help out, so I put her in touch with Alanna, and the two of them started making plans for flowers and music and food. I smiled at them bonding over such a happy event, and tried not to worry about my mom meeting Teren’s family. It would be fine. Both sides were filled with good people, and they would surely get along, despite their differences.

The only thing that had started to bother me was the guest list. It kept getting bigger and bigger. I nearly fought with mom over wanting to keep it just immediate friends and family, but she swore that she’d promised such and such a cousin that they could come to my wedding, since we’d gone to theirs and after a dozen or so incidents like that, the guest list had grown to nearly a hundred. That thought started giving me panic attacks. The more people that came to the ranch, the greater the risk of exposure. Alanna and Teren kept assuring me that it was fine, that the bulk would only be coming out Saturday evening, for the actual ceremony, and then leaving. But it still made me unnaturally nervous.

So much so, that I’d started considering changing the location. But, have you ever tried to reserve a spot with only a couple weeks notice? Yeah, it’s surprisingly difficult, even in December. After a dozen or so phone calls, and Teren complaining that I’d hurt his mom’s feelings, I gave up. It would just have to be at the ranch and I’d have to find a way to relax. Teren reminding me that Halina could do mind wipes, if needed, helped a bit with that.

When the wedding planning looked on track, my mother shifted to baby planning. She bugged me about getting in to see a doctor, insisting that prenatal care was vital, and I should have gone in as soon as I’d suspected. I sighed and told her everything was fine and I didn’t need to go, but she gave me the ‘this is my grandchild and you will go’ face and I’d finally told her I would make an appointment as soon as I could.

Honestly, I wanted to make sure they were okay too, I just didn’t feel right about nurses and doctors poking and prodding my body. Teren assured me that it was fine, that as long as they didn’t directly test the embryos, everything would look normal to humans, as my blood had no trace of vampirism in it. I bit my lip, but conceded to the expert and made an appointment. I really was looking forward to hearing the heartbeats like Teren could. Plus, I could finally tell everyone that we were expecting twins. I couldn’t exactly spill that fact without seeing a doctor first. I couldn’t exactly tell everyone – ’How do I know? Oh, well, Teren can hear the different heartbeats.’



Teren came with me on that first visit and held my hand. We did get to hear the heartbeats, and of course, I cried. Teren smiled at hearing what he could sometimes hear anyway, clearly happy that my senses could experience it now too. Then, the doctor surprised us both by doing an ultrasound. Even though I was only a couple of months along and the babies were only about the size of kumquats (or so the doctor told me), they had a machine that could take a look-see from the inside. It was cold (but then, I was used to that) and slightly uncomfortable, but when that image popped up on the screen…it was beyond any feeling I’d ever had before.

I twisted my head to look over at Teren, whose eyes were glued to the black and white monitor, his mouth dropped open in awe. The doctor pointed out a section of the grayness that was moving, fast and fluttery – a heartbeat. I knew Teren could still hear the heartbeat in the near silent room and I knew his mind was connecting the sound to the image. His very faintly glowing eyes started to water as he watched the screen. Then the doctor twisted the device and confirmed what Teren already knew, that there was indeed a second heartbeat. We acted surprised, which wasn’t hard for me, since I was a blubbering mess anyway. Then that miraculous doctor measured something on the screen and told us I was around 10 weeks along, putting my conception date in October, right around the time of our abduction, and my due date near the end of June. He also told me that everything looked normal. I cried again after hearing that. Not that I’d been worried something wasn’t normal (aside from a little nausea and maybe some more tender than usual breasts, I did feel fine) but hearing a trained professional say that is wondrously calming.

As we left, I immediately called my mom to tell her the news, and to tell her that she was right, going to the doctor had been one of the best ideas she ever had.

Trying to not let ourselves get overwhelmed by all the newness in our lives, not too much later we resumed our weekly get-togethers with Tracey and Hot Ben, so nicknamed because he was Abercrombie and Fitch model gorgeous. He was surprisingly sweet though, and definitely a good match for Tracey. I was still nervous about it, the first time we were all slated to meet up. Maybe the flood of hormones was making me an unnaturally strong worrywart?

“Are you sure about this, Teren?” I flopped down on his bed - our bed, as we’d officially moved in all my stuff last weekend - and stretched out on the covers.

He glanced back at me, his bare back invitingly sexy as he rummaged in his drawers for a casual shirt. I smiled at his new dresser set. Since all of my clothes had pretty much taken up his massive walk-in closet, we’d had to go buy him some new furniture. He smiled at my smile and tossed back, “Sure about what?” before continuing with his quest.

I sighed and flopped over to my stomach, lightly banging my feet together as I rested my head in my hands. “Hanging out with Tracey and Ben. I mean, you’re only a couple months old, isn’t it a little early to be social.”

Finding a shirt, he straightened and gave me a wry look. “I’m not an infant. It will be fine.” He slipped the shirt over his body, hiding that magnificence from me and I sighed again. Flattening it out over his chest, he added, “Besides, we’re not going out to dinner…it’s just a movie.” He shrugged and then walked over to sit on the bed.

I stretched out one hand to him and he grabbed it. I brought the back of his hand to my cheek and sighed as his cool skin gave me a momentary shiver. “Yeah, I know…but still.”

He leaned over and gave me a kiss. “Remember about that stressing thing…it will be fine.” He pulled back and smiled widely. “And, we have something important to ask them, remember?” He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow and I smiled. We hadn’t told them about the wedding, or the babies. We’d wanted to wait until we could get them together and ask them to stand up there with us.



I rolled over to my side, bringing the back of his hand to my heart. He smiled wider and I imagined he could probably feel my heartbeat through his sensitive skin. “I know, it will be great. I guess I’m just nervous about the hugging and congratulating part.”

He smirked at me. “It’s not like I’ll be running my hand up Tracey’s shirt, she’ll barely notice.”

I smacked his arm and he laughed. “You better not.” I smirked as well and then a thought struck me. I grabbed his hand on my chest with both of mine and started rubbing the dead skin vigorously.

He tilted his head and furrowed his brow. “What are you doing?”

[kiasusam]

I grinned as I continued the friction on his hand. “An experiment. You tend to warm up the more you touch me, so I thought maybe I could warm you up before you touch Ben and Tracey.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, then gave me a lopsided grin. “I could think of warmer places to shove my hand,” he huskily told me.

I stopped rubbing his hand and debated whether I should smack him or kiss him. Deciding we didn’t have time for the latter, I smacked him on the arm. He laughed while I brought his hand to my cheek. I sighed at the slightly warmer feel of it and he smiled watching me. “There, nearly human.”



He shook his head, adoration in his eyes. “That’s my motto,” he murmured. He leaned down to kiss me and I let myself get lost in it for a moment. But then we started getting too lost in it and I had to push him back when he started to move over the top off me. Pulling away from his mouth, I muttered, “We have a show time to make.” It came out a little breathlessly.

Pressing against me he muttered, “We have time.”

I bit my lip, but laughed and pushed him away from me. He gave me a disappointed face and I laughed harder, pushing him all the way off me. “You really are so incredibly easy,” I giggled as he helped me stand.

He made an affronted noise and grabbed his wallet from his nightstand. “I’ll have you know,” he pointed down to his jeans, “these are actually very difficult to get into.” He gave me a lopsided grin. “In fact, only one girl can.”

I laughed and walked over to him, slinging my arms around his neck. “Good,” I said, giving him a soft kiss.

He pulled back, his pale eyes sparkling, just a bit too mischievously. “Yeah, I promise I won’t tell her about you.”

I gasped and brought my arm back to smack him soundly in the chest, but he blurred out of the room. “Chicken,” I yelled out the open door. I heard laughter answer me, but he was probably already downstairs. “Smartass,” I muttered, knowing full well he heard me.

We pulled into the theater lot a moment later and holding hands, strolled into the lobby. We spotted Tracey and Hot Ben instantly, as they had their mouths all over each other, and grinning, we walked over to say hi.

Tracey waved hello to us when she noticed our approach and I clenched Teren’s hand tighter. We approached the eerily, equally attractive couple, his sculpted face and highlighted hair a compliment to her curves and blonde flowing mane. The 2 of them were almost more pleasing to look at when they stood together. Tracey’s big blue eyes brightened when she took in Teren; she hadn’t seen him in awhile. Ben either, for that matter, and, as he and Teren were sort of friends, he was the first to greet him.

“Hey, man, glad you’re back.” He clapped Teren on the shoulder, one arm still around Tracey. I exhaled and relaxed a smidge.

Tracey giggled and leaned over to give Teren a quick one-armed hug. “Oh,” she squeaked, “cold outside, isn’t it?” She brought her hand to Hot Ben’s chest and rested her head against his shoulder. “I’m glad your dad’s okay, Teren,” she said, and Ben nodded beside her.

“Yeah, if he ever needs help again,” he smiled dazzlingly, “I’d love to try working on a ranch.”

Teren grinned and shot me a look. “Thank you, but I think that, uh…problem, won’t come up again.” I started to laugh, and switched it to a cough into my hand. Teren squeezed my waist and I relaxed into his side, happy that everyone was oblivious to what that really meant, and happy that the horrid moment he’d just joked about, was a moment that we finally could joke about. A moment that was gratefully over. “Shall we?” Teren indicated the ticket line and laughing at being together again, we bought our tickets.

After the movie, we headed to a bar, where we all sat in a noisy corner and Teren faked sipping his dark bottled beer. As you couldn’t see through the glass at how much was left, no one suspected that he wasn’t actually drinking it. Relaxing even more, as our deception started getting easier, and honestly, Tracey and Ben started getting drunker, I decided it was time to up that joyous feeling.

To interrupt the conversations around me, I noisily clinked a spoon from a nearby table against my Shirley Temple glass. Tracey and Hot Ben stopped giggling into each other’s sides and turned their heads to look at me. Teren grinned and chuckled as he knew what I was about to do.

“Um…guys.” They both grinned and blinked at me and I thought we may have to give them a ride home. “Teren and I have some news.” We looked at each other and he smiled softly and grabbed my hand. Not looking back at Tracey and Hot Ben, I said to Teren, “We’re getting married.”

I heard the incredibly loud shriek from Tracey and watched Teren wince and close his eyes; that probably had been exceedingly loud to him. Twisting my head, I watched a half-drunk Tracey try and maul me over the table. Laughing, I stood up so she could hug me. She jumped up and down, squealing, and every head in the bar turned at the commotion. Trying to shush her, I added, “We’d like you guys to stand up with us.”



At that point, she collapsed into my arms and started sobbing; I took that as a yes. Ben more calmly stood up to hug me around his girlfriend, and then clasped Teren’s hand, who was now standing by my side, watching Tracey sob in my arms with an amused grin on his face. Ben congratulated us both and said he’d be honoured. Tracey finally pulled back at that and slurringly said that she’d be honoured too. Then she looked behind me at Teren and started sobbing all over again as she let go of me and reached out for him. I tensed, but honestly, she was so tipsy, he could have had icicles dripping from his nose and she wouldn’t have noticed. She clung to him, sobbing on his shoulder and murmuring congratulations, until Ben finally pulled her back to her seat.

Sniffing and wiping her nose, she hiccuped and asked, “When are you guys going to do it? Spring? Summer?”

I grinned in my excitement and said, “The 19th.”

She looked at me blankly. “Of which month?”

I frowned and furrowed my brow. “Of this month.”

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Her face dropped as her mouth fell open. “This month? Jesus, Emma, that’s only a couple of weeks away. How about a longer heads up.” She shook her head and took a sip of her drink. Pausing, she muttered, “Why so fast? You pregnant or something?”

I flushed and attempted to shake my head, but she saw the colour in my cheeks and sputtered on her drink. “Holy shit, you are!”

I sighed that I was a complete failure at keeping my secret off my face. I guess I was just too thrilled about it. Giving up, I shrugged and grinned as idiotically as I wanted to. “Yes, I am.”

Her earlier exclamation was near silent in comparison to her new one. I thought we might get kicked out with the angry glares we were getting, and Teren actually brought his hands up to rub his temples. I suspected his hearing may be slightly less supernatural after tonight.

She didn’t even give me the chance to let me stand again before she stumbled over to my side and sat on my seat with me, flinging her arms around me and crying again. “I knew it was weird that you were drinking a Shirley Temple.”

I laughed and hugged her back, glad that most of our secrets were out. Ben stood up to give Teren a brief hug, not commenting on his chilliness, and then we spent the rest of the night going over the upcoming nuptials.

As our foursome was walking back to Teren’s car later, after he’d agreed that we should take the sloppily drunk Tracey, and the slightly less drunk Ben, home, Teren suddenly stopped walking and looked down an alley. Furrowing his brow and cocking his head, he ignored the sounds of the two giggling people in our group and focused on something down the alley. My heart started beating harder as I whispered, “What is it?”

“I don’t…” His blue eyes narrowed and he took a step towards the dark crack between the two buildings.

Panicked, I grabbed his elbow. He twisted to look at me and I roughly shook my head at him. “Don’t you dare, Teren. You stay here…with me.” I searched his eyes until he finally nodded.

Looking back to the alley, he shook his head. “I don’t hear it anymore anyway.”

As Tracey and Hot Ben laughed and bumped into the back of us, I asked him, “What did you hear?”

He grabbed my hand and shook his head, starting to walk down the street to his car. “I’m not sure, it was really faint.” I swallowed - really faint to Teren was really faint. He noticed my reaction and grinned nonchalantly, bringing me closer to his side. “It was probably nothing.” His other hand went to his head. ”I’m practically deaf now anyway.” He made a motion like he was trying to clean out his ear and I laughed, my fears momentarily tempered by his humour.

I drove Teren’s Prius with Tracey beside me while Teren followed us in Hot Ben’s SUV. Tracey chatted the entire time we drove them to Ben’s house. She briefly talked about my pregnancy, a little belligerently angry that I didn’t tell her immediately, and then she switched to the wedding. She had seen a bridesmaid dress last week that would be perfect, and she wanted to go buy it tomorrow. I told her that was fine; I didn’t care what her and my sister wore, I didn’t even care what colours they wore. She giggled and described it in detail. I laughed a little when she told me it was blood red. How perfect. I told her I’d call Ashley and we’d all go and find one for her too.

After dropping them off at Hot Ben’s apartment, and making sure the drunken couple would be okay for the rest of the night (which, as they started getting handy in the entryway, I thought the rest of their night would be just fine), Teren and I made our way home. We got a little handy in the entryway as well, and actually ended up stumbling half-dressed into his obligatory piano room, having a bit of an intimate moment on the bench in front of his baby grand.



We fell asleep down there, with our feet up on the bench and a blanket from a nearby chair draped across our bare bodies. After the intensity died down, Spike had found us and nestled in-between us, and I sighed happily in my sleep at our odd little family.

The next morning, I awoke to a steaming cup of cocoa placed on the floor by my head. An amused Teren was squatting behind it when I cracked my eyes open. He indicated where I was sprawled out on the floor, half of me underneath the piano bench and Spike nestled close into my side. “You move all this way…to have a slumber party on my floor?”

I grinned and chuckled as I stretched out the kinks in my body, Spike stirring beside me and licking my shoulder. “I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” I muttered between yawns.

He smirked and leaned down to kiss me. “I had nothing to complain about.” He sighed as he pulled away. “I have to go…I’ll see you tonight.”

He kissed me again and I playfully pulled him into me. He grunted as he lost his balance and the top half of him fell on the top half of me. He started laughing as Spike yelped and darted out of the room, but my appetite had sprung back up and I wasn’t in a laughing mood. I wasn’t letting up with the affectionate kisses either. His laughter died as well, as his humour switched to something else. He eagerly returned my ardent touches, his hands moving under the blanket to caress my bare skin. That hand went straight down to between my thighs and slid against me. I was ready for him again, already, and I moaned in his mouth as he worked his hand over me. Dropping his head to my shoulder he muttered, “Emma…I don’t have time for this…”



My response was a nonverbal one as I groaned and arched against his hand, feeling the heat his icy touch created, rising in me already. His body leaning against mine shifted so he could press his hips against my leg. His mouth came back to mine, nearly attacking me, and as his hand continued stoking my fire, he brought his thumb into the equation, circling it around my sensitive core as his fingers worked inside of me. I gasped and pulled at the top half of him leaning over me. My hands were everywhere - in his hair, pulling on his clothes, trying to pull him on top of me, even though that stupid bench was in the way.

He murmured something about really needing to go and as I was nearly exploding, I breathlessly begged, “Please, don’t…stop.”



He groaned and slipped another finger in and I cried out as the pleasure ripped through me. His breath fast in my ear, he panted, “This is killing me. I need…something, Emma.”

[kiasusam]

Without thinking about it, I brought my wrist to his mouth. He didn’t hesitate at what I offered him. His free hand held my arm and he bit down, easily puncturing the skin. That was all I needed too. My release instantly burst through me, and I cried out with the force of it. He made several short moaning noises as he drank while I came. As his fingers and mouth slowed, I felt drained and satisfied, on multiple levels. Eventually he licked the wounds closed on my wrist and removed his fingers from inside my body; he licked those too. Still breathing slightly heavy, he pulled back to gaze at me with unfocused eyes.



My own breath heavy, I ran a hand down his face, wiping a speck of blood off his lip. “Holy hell, Teren. Can we wake up like that every day?”

He grinned and laughed, leaning in for a quick peck as his teeth retracted. “Now, I really do have to go. I love you.”

I held onto his arm as he stood. “I love you too.” He grinned as he looked down on me, lightly shaking his head as he turned to leave the room. He called out another goodbye and then I heard the door shutting. I sighed as I reached over for my miraculously not toppled over hot chocolate, thinking I really, really loved living here.

Later at work, I broke the news of my upcoming wedding to Clarice and the rest of my coworkers. I broke the news because a still bubbly (even with a hangover) Tracey wouldn’t shut up about it. Clarice overheard us talking about dress shopping later and I cheerily confessed my plans. She gave me a three second smile before flatly saying, “You don’t have any more vacation time, so I hope you weren’t planning on a honeymoon.”

Mentally I rolled my eyes, but I happily replied with, “No, we sort of already had our honeymoon.” I smiled at the memory of all the weeks we’d spent at the ranch and Clarice walked away, muttering something about that being a good thing. I did not mention to her that I’d be taking maternity leave before the year was up, and I made Tracey promise to do the same. I sort of had the feeling that that would drive Clarice over the edge.

After work, Tracey and I carpooled in my cute bug and we picked up my sister before heading to the dress shop. It was a quaint little wedding boutique and I bit my lip as we walked past the pure white beauties in the window. Tracey and Ashley both laughed at my reaction and Ash muttered that it was sort of hypocritical for me to wear white, when I was already pregnant. I smacked her arm while Tracey laughed her agreeableness​.

Smiling, we all entered the shop together. Ash and Tracey quickly found the dress Trace had picked out, and both had squealed with delight when they found a similar one for Ashley to try on. I was a little nervous for my sister, but the floor length dress had long sleeves and a high neckline, and would cover most of her scarred body. I was a little surprised that Tracey had even liked the conservative style when I saw it on the rack, but then they both tried them on, and I understood. It was very form fitted, and clung to their bodies in such a way, that they both may as well have been naked. We had my sister’s altered, so it was just a tad looser on her, and then I started trying on dresses, just for fun.

It was the third one I tried and I knew it was the one. It lightly trailed on the floor with a short train behind it. The sleeves were an intricate, see-through lace design with pearls stitched along the seams. The front was almost corset looking, but the respectable kind, with crisscrossing strips of satin emphasising all of the assets that Teren adored, especially now that those assets had started to swell out a little. The back had a cutout shape of a heart between my shoulder blades and a row of pears lining my spine. The whole thing was elegant and a touch sexy and cost more than all my pant-suits combined. But it was perfect, and already fit me with no real adjustments needed. It seemed like a no brainer to me, so I ended up leaving that wedding boutique with dresses for the girls and a dress for me.

I had Ash hide the dress for me at her place, which was my old place. After I’d moved out, Teren and I had eagerly helped her move in. My mom had objected at first, claiming the steep stairs were too challenging for her, as some of her joints were a little stiff, but Ash had rolled her eyes and told her that she was nearly 20 and wanted to try living on her own. Mom couldn’t really object to that, so she’d halfheartedly helped us change her over.



Ash loved it. She loved the independence and loved having friends from school over at any hour, not having to worry about waking Mom, and she’d confessed that she hoped to have a boy or two over. I smiled at that and hoped she did too. I hated the idea of her looks keeping her from the love she so deserved. That fear had led me to ask Teren to change her once, which he’d adamantly refused. But as I listened to her talk and heard the growing confidence in her voice, I suddenly heard a woman emerging from inside that scarred body, and I was positive that someday, some man would hear that woman too, and love her regardless.

I was smiling over that thought as I came back to my new modern looking two-story home, with a breathtaking view of the ocean, out the wall of windows in the living room. Sunsets here were truly spectacular and I couldn’t wait for the late days of summer, so Teren and I could sit out here every evening and enjoy them together. A thrill shot through me as I realised that Teren and I would be married by then, we’d be husband and wife. Then a frown hit me. I’d also be the size of a house by then. We’d have to check the weight limit on his deck.

Teren disrupted my thoughts by easily picking me up and carting me off to the kitchen. He plopped me down at a chair by the kitchen table and asked about my shopping trip while he prepped a plate for me. My stomach rumbled as I eyed the steaming pile of lasagna before me, and not waiting for him to join me, I hungrily dug in, telling him all the details about the trip that I could. I mentioned I found a dress for me, but kept back the details of it. He could wait.

He laughed at my hunger as he poured a glass of blood for himself from the steaming carafe, eerily similar to the kind his mom used at the ranch. He sat next to me, leaning back casually in his chair as he sipped his dinner. I watched him while I ate, wondering how a liquid diet could possibly be as satisfying as the calorie-leaden food currently plopping into mine. He watched me with an odd grin as I watched him. Taking a break from inhaling my food, I asked, “Do you miss it?”

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He tilted his head as he took another sip. “Miss what?”

I raised a forkful of cheesy goodness. “Food. Real food. Well, human food.” Human food which I continued to shovel down my throat with abandon.



He grinned lopsidedly and then shook his head. “No.” His pale eyes pulled away from my mouth to look into mine. “Surprisingly, no, I don’t miss it.” He shrugged his shoulders and indicated my plate with his glass. “It doesn’t even sound good anymore.”

I smiled that at least he didn’t miss something that he couldn’t have anymore. I mean, he couldn’t exactly digest the incredibly heavy food I was starting to get full on. “Well, that’s good that you don’t have to endure a lifelong…yearning.” I shrugged and then laughed at my choice of words.

He laughed too and took a long drink of the blood, closing his eyes as he relished it. Slowly he opened them, the blue depths looking as satisfied as mine probably did. “No, I don’t yearn…for that.” He grinned devilishly, his fangs only intensifying the look, and I felt a flush creep into my cheeks.

He took a long draw of his drink and then smiled contently. “Besides, you wouldn’t believe how good this is.” He closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath. A concerned look entered his face as he cracked an eye open. “Not as tasty as you, of course.”



I laughed around a mouthful of food that he was actually concerned that I’d be offended that he enjoyed his cow drink more than he enjoyed me. I raised my wrist, the bandage on it reminding me vividly of this morning. A slow smile spread on his face as he remembered it too. “Oh, I know that, Teren. Don’t worry, you make that painfully clear.” I smirked on the end of that and he chuckled as he took another sip.

Then his eyes grew speculative and he cocked his head at me. Slowly he said, “Do you… Would you…want to try it?” He extended his glass to me.

My eyes widened at that and my stomach tightened. Ew. Why would he think I wanted to try that? “No, Teren…gross.” His eyebrow lifted at that and I quickly amended with, “No offense.” He laughed, and started to pull his glass back.

As he did, a fragrance hit me that I’d never smelled before. I grabbed his hand, and pulled the glass back to me. I inhaled the top of it while Teren scrunched his brows again. It smelled better than the meal I was ingesting. My mouth started to water as I imagined that thick, warm, fragrant liquid running down my throat. Grossed out at my own desires, I shoved his hand away from me and plugged my nose to keep that delicious smell back. “Oh my god, Teren.”

He tilted his head as he took a sip. “That bad?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No…that good.” I made a disgusted face and he laughed at seeing it.

Extending the glass again, he said, “Are you sure you don’t want to try it?”

I forcefully shook my head. “Ew, no.” He shook his head, chuckling at me while I frowned at his reaction. “Hey, it’s not me that wants it.” I placed a hand on my stomach, hoping the hormones in my body were really what were causing my craving. “These little bloodsuckers are the culprits.”

He busted out laughing at that and stood at the table to lean over and give me a deep kiss. The blood on his tongue…was fabulous, and I hated myself for enjoying it. Pulling away, he sat back down and tilted back the rest of his dinner. “You’re adorable, Emma.” He gave me a love filled gaze. “Don’t ever change,” he whispered. I did flush at that and smiled shyly as I finished the rest of my meal.



When I was done, Teren cleaned up after me, sweeping my plate away as speedily as his mom did. Before I could stand to join him in the adjoining kitchen, he’d blurred back to the table and set a box right in front of me. I stared at it, seeing the small, velvet encased container, knowing perfectly well what fit inside boxes that size. My eyes started to water as I continued to stare at the thing.

Teren squatted by my side, his voice soft in my ear while I was entranced. “It has occurred to me, that in the rush of all of this, I’ve missed a step.” His hand reached out for mine but I still couldn’t tear my eyes away from that box. My heart was hammering.

“I love you so much, Emma. I know we’ve rushed things, but I wouldn’t change a second of our time together.” I finally tore my eyes away and looked at him, a tear finally dropping to my cheek. His eyes were overly wet as he gazed back at me. The level of love on his face took my breath away.

He rubbed the back of my hand as he searched my face. “I know we don’t have the kind of time together that I wish we could have.” He shook his head lightly. “I would keep you for all of eternity, if I could, if I could keep you just like you are.” His other hand came up to rest on my heart and I understood the reference. He meant if he could keep me mostly human, like I was now, but immortal, like him. I swallowed back the emotion as more tears fell on my cheeks. A tear fell from his as he continued. “But, even still, I will live every day that you have, trying to make you happy. And I won’t ever take our time together for granted.”

He swallowed as another tear dropped from his eye. With an achingly adorable smile, he moved his hand from my heart and opened the tiny box. In it, was the most incredible ring I’d ever seen. The diamond was round, flawless, and huge. The platinum band it was set in was lined on either side, all the way around the band, with small, blood-red rubies. I let out a soft sob at the symbolism. The ring was the perfect representation of him and me. Gently sliding the ring up the finger of my left hand, he whispered, “Will you marry me, Emma Taylor?”



I could barely speak through the sobs, but my nodding and throwing myself into his lap was pretty much answer enough. I was a little startled at how emotional the actual proposal was to me, to both of us really. I mean, we’d already decided to get married, and picked a date, and I even picked out a dress today. But him placing that ring on my finger…something about that, made it all finally seem real, and I could not stop the torrent of tears.

God, I love this man.

To Be Continued on Next Chapter... ... ...

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CHAPTER 5

Between my mom and Ashley coming over 3 to 4 times a week to go over wedding details (and visit Spike), finally catching up on the backlog at work, tracking the babies progression daily on a baby calendar (they were the size of limes now), and somehow fitting in Christmas shopping, those first couple weeks of December flew by.

Teren and I had gone out to the ranch the weekend before, helping Alanna make sure everything was prepped, but upon arrival, we’d realised that our visit really wasn’t necessary. Well, I realised that. Teren had been telling me the whole trip up that we were just going for a friendly visit, that they’d have everything good to go already. And they had. Alanna showed me the rooms containing all the decorations, just waiting for the following weekend. She showed me the flowers that she and the girls had arranged and were being stored in their massive fridge, since they didn’t need to keep a whole lot of food in there. I shook my head when they told me that their hired hand, Peter, had even become an ordained minister…just so he could marry us. They really had thought of everything.

We’d spent the entire weekend just relaxing, visiting with his family and talking about the two biggest events upcoming in my life - the wedding and the children. They had all taken turns with their heads against my stomach, relishing the sound of life within me. I again felt that jealousy that they could hear what I couldn’t, but I pushed it back. I’d hear those heartbeats again soon enough.

That last week before the wedding weekend had been filled with tracking RSVPs, getting the final accessories and having everyone’s dresses fitted one last time. As I felt like I was slightly bigger than when I’d tried it on, I worried that my dress wouldn’t fit me. Luckily, it had, and Ashley had carefully packed it in her bag for the trip.

Before I could really stress about the upcoming ceremony, it was the Thursday morning before the wedding. It was also my last day of work before the wedding. Much to Clarice’s annoyance, Tracey had gifted me one of her days off, and she and I were done in eight short little hours. The entire wedding party - Ash, Tracey, and Hot Ben - were going to spend the entire weekend out at the ranch with us. I was a touch nervous about that, but what had my stomach in knots on this beautiful, crisp December morning, was the fact that the girls were taking me out for a bit of ‘last time your single’ girl fun and Ben and some of Teren’s coworkers…were taking him out.

I wasn’t in the least bit worried that he’d do the whole ‘one last screw before your tied down’ thing, Teren was much too loyal for that, but I was worried about him “drinking” all night with a group of guys. I obviously had an excuse not to drink, but Teren didn’t really, and bachelor parties usually didn’t stop until the groom was passed out in his own vomit.

I had no idea what he was going to do.

When I asked him about it before he left for work, he shook his head at me and said, “I’ve been acting human for a really long time, Emma.” With a raised eyebrow he added, “I even know how to play drunk.” I sighed as he left, but mentally grinned, wishing I could watch Teren act like an idiot to fool his friends. Shaking my head, I prepared for my last day of work as Emma Taylor.

Clarice made no comment over the fact (no surprise, really), and I wondered if she even remembered why I was taking a long weekend. Tracey however, brought it up every 5 minutes and was practically giddy as she described the club she wanted to take me to tonight. Ashley went to lunch with us and blushed heavily when Tracey started gushing about these male dancers she’d seen there a few months ago. I sighed and rolled my eyes, already a little tired at the prospect.

But I should have known that Tracey would make the night…memorable for me. She’d gotten us as all wedding veils to wear - her, Ashley, my mom (which really made the night interesting for me, at seeing my mom drool over hot, nearly naked guys), a few other friends from work and the gym, and me - and positioned us all right in front of the stage.

Now, I wasn’t one to get all hot and bothered over a guy thrusting his hips in front of my face…even if the body was ridiculously defined, but watching my friends and family get sloppily drunk , and more and more friendly with said guys, was enough to have me in a nearly constant stage of gut busting laughter. It got especially intense, when the tallest, darkest-skinned man I’d ever seen, came over with a remarkably attractive Latino, and started dual grinding my mom. Oh my god, I’ve never laughed so hard.

When the most attractive man in the place focused his attentions on my wildly blushing sister, I nearly cried for her. I could tell at the way her eyes never left him that she liked him, and he never once looked at her any differently than any of the other women, even admittedly hot Tracey. He treated Ashley the same, or maybe even a little better, as everyone else. I tipped him obscenely well for that.

As the night went on, and I took my bachelorette attentions with as much dignity as I could, sipping on my plain ginger ale, I started to wonder how Teren was fairing with Hot Ben and the guys. I thought about texting him, but then thought better of it. That might look like I was checking up on him to his friends, like I didn’t trust him or something. And I couldn’t have trusted him more. My concern had nothing to do with a woman.

As we piled into the limo Tracey had rented for the night, and I checked my phone to check the time, I saw several awaiting texts that I’d missed while in the loud club. With nervous knots in my stomach, I opened them as Tracey plopped down beside me.

“Who’s that from?” she muttered drunkenly, as she looked over my shoulder.

I tried to shield the phone, but I was too worried to really do it very well. I just knew something was wrong. I opened the first one without answering Tracey. It simply read, ‘I love you. Have a good night.’

I smiled and relaxed fractionally as I opened the second one. ‘Love you, just got to the club.’ They had gone to a strip club, of course.

The next one made me smile. ‘Ben bought shots…and lap dances. I turned down the latter.’

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"Hey, what’s that say about Ben?” Tracey asked over my shoulder and I quickly opened the next one. ‘Miss yuo…’I grinned at his purposely misspelled message. Tracey frowned. “Either I’m drunk, or he’s drunk.” She giggled at his next message. ‘I cannot wait be you husband.’

She lightly bumped against my shoulder as the rest of our group clued in on what we were doing. “What’s up, Em?” Ashley asked.

Tracey answered for me, “Teren drunk texted her.” Ashley raised her eyebrows at that, knowing perfectly well that Teren couldn’t get “drunk.” I lightly smiled and shook my head at her, reading the next one. Tracey busted up laughing and I turned bright red. [I]‘Can't wait to fuck you.’[\I]

Oh, I was so smacking him for that one. Teren didn’t generally talk to me like that…and, while I kind of liked it, I knew he’d done it mainly to amuse my girlfriends. Drunk texting. Just another form of his near constant charade to convince the world he was just a typical guy. How little the world knew.

Tracey beside me was doubled over with laughter as she repeated the text to the entire car. Everyone joined in on the laughs, my mom including, which made my blush deepen and I considered reading the rest when I was alone. Tracey jerked the phone away though and typed in a quick reply. I could only imagine what she’d just told him. Before I could get the phone back, she opened and read the last one. ‘Ben’s sick…going home.’

I smiled when I saw the message was just ten minutes ago, he’d be home when I got home. Tracey frowned though. “Ben’s sick?” She looked over at me, peeved. “How am I supposed to have drunk sex, if he’s sick?” She stuck her lip out as she handed me back my phone. “Jerk off,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

The laughing car turned their attention to her and I relaxed. Teren was right, he could fake being drunk, and, except for Hot Ben, everything was fine.

When I finally did get home, I found him in our bedroom with his head tilted to the side, listening intently to something. I knew it wasn’t me, since I was clearly in the room with him, and I furrowed my brow for a second. Then he shifted his attention to me and the look of concentration faded as he grinned at me like an idiot. My confusion fell off of me as I took in the adorable look on his face. I raised an eyebrow curiously, as I set my purse down on my nightstand. “What?” I said quietly.

His grin not leaving him, he raised his phone in his hand, the text Tracey had sent open on the screen. Not looking the least bit drunk, since of course, he wasn’t, his grin turned devilish. “Really? You’re gonna do…that, to me tonight?”

I causally walked up to him standing next to our bed and glanced at his phone. Seeing what Tracey had told him I’d do, my cheeks heated, but looking back at his eager face, I tilted my head and gave him a seductive grin. Not answering him, I simply dropped to my knees.

Teren had the most adorable grin on his face as we got ready to leave for the ranch early the next morning. I really wasn’t sure if his grin was because we were getting married tomorrow, or because of what I’d done for him last night. I couldn’t keep the grin off my face as I thought about that. Tracey would be so proud of me.

We picked up my sister and then met the others at a gas station on the edge of town. Tracey had on the darkest sunglasses I’d ever seen, and her face was the look of someone who’d already thrown up a couple times this morning. I did sympathise with her; I’d thrown up a couple times this morning as well, just for completely different reasons. We leaned up against each other companionably as Teren filled up his car.

Ashley slung her arm through mine, looking tired, but not nearly as green as Tracey; she hadn’t nearly overdone it as much as Trace, or Hot Ben for that matter. The 3 of us girls watched Teren laugh at Ben and smack him on the shoulder. Ben winced in pain, his eyes covered by equally dark glasses and a hand on his stomach, like he was going to lose it on Teren’s shoes. I laughed, remembering what Teren had confessed to me this morning. He’d sneakily switched out all of his drinks for Hot Ben’s empty ones. The rest of the guys had either been so drunk, or distracted by the nearly nude girls, that no one had even noticed.

Ben had unknowingly drunken all of his drinks and Teren’s as well. It was a miracle that boy could still stand. I told Teren it was a good thing Tracey was never going to find out about that; she’d stake him for sure.

Eventually, Teren explained to a slow looking Ben the general area of where we were going, and Ben shuffled off to his car with an equally slow looking Tracey. As Ashley and I got back in Teren’s car, I hoped that Ben could maintain focus long enough to not lose Teren on the highway.

Surprisingly, we all made it to the ranch together. As both cars drove down the super long gravel driveway, we passed under the huge, white wooden arch proclaiming the family name and I sighed contently, knowing I’d soon be a part of that family. Maybe recognising what my sigh meant, my sister reached up from the seat behind me and slung her arms around my neck. We both giggled while Teren smiled at us.

As we got closer to the spread, I shook my head lightly and took in the beauty that was the Adams ranch. Sitting between the foothills, at the base of Mount Diablo, it was as close to idyllic as one could get. Green trees filled in the cracks between the valleys, where water obviously gathered in streams and pools. Teren and Ben would probably be spending some time this weekend fishing in those watery spots, regardless of the chill in the air. Boys would tolerate all sorts of adverse conditions for their hobbies. Men were weird that way.

Various coloured cows lazily munched on some long tan grass, watching us as we passed. Farther in the fields, we could see even more cows basking in the early morning rays. That was one thing the family kept fully stocked on at all times – cattle, food for more than one species.

As we pulled into the driveway, I heard Ashley whistle lowly. “Wow, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this place.”

I smiled back at her as Teren parked his car beside Halina’s sporty European car. I knew exactly what she meant. The place was breathtaking…and huge. It consisted of three buildings, forming a U shape around a pool area in the back. The side buildings were low and long one-stories, while the main building was a huge two-story dwelling that dwarfed Teren’s place. Every building was capped with Spanish tile roofs that gleamed blood-red in the sun, symbolic and perfect. The rest of the building was made up of warm, honeyed wood and white stucco walls, embedded with smooth river rocks along the bottom, so it resembled a seamless stone wall, sort of castle-like, and also perfectly symbolic. If any of the humans visiting this weekend realised what kind of people they were really visiting, they’d have found it as humourous as I did, I was sure.