Diana screamed, like expected, and pulled me from Jonathon’s arms into a hug. “I’m going to be an Auntie,” she cried. I laughed. Her excitement was contagious.
“Congratulations,” said Amelia pulling Diana off of me so she could hug me.
“Thanks,” I grinned.
She smiled. “You’re like a daughter to me so I guess that means I’m going to be a grandma.”
“Mom,” Mason rolled his eyes. “Don’t go getting all sentimental on us.”
“Oh shush,” she batted him on the head.
“Oh please, Amelia,” I shook my head. “You look way too young to be a grandma.”
She laughed. “Well, we know that’s not true. Patrick turned me in 1955 and I was born in 1927. So, that makes me almost two-hundred years old. I think it’s about time someone gets to call me grandma. Especially since neither one of these two seem to be about to find their soul mate,” she pointed to her sons.
“Come on, mom,” Danny groaned, “you know that’s out of our control.”
She smiled at her son. “I know. But I’m your mother. It’s my job to get on your nerves.”
“And you’re very goo
d at it,” Mason chimed.
Amelia ruffled her son’s hair. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she asked with a smile.
“I guess I have to be,” I put a hand to my stomach. Jonathon’s hand then covered mine. “Little guy’s already coming.”
Jonathon smiled. “Yes, he is.”
* * *
Three Months Later
“Kylie,” Jonathon cried my name, shaking me awake. The full moon shone brightly, like a beacon, through the attic window.
“What?” I asked wiping the sleep from my eyes.
“I smell blood,” he ruffled the sheets. A light flicked on. I had to blink my eyes for a few seconds before I could see again. “Oh my God,” Jonathon gasped, his voice lisped around his elongated teeth.
“What?” I asked again, this time with more alarm. If possible he was even paler than usual.
“Look,” he motioned to my waist.
I looked down.
“Oh my God,” I gasped as my world crumbled around me. My sleep shorts and the bed sheets were covered in blood. Tears sprang to my eyes. “Not again,” I cried and my arms wrapped protectively around my womb as if by sheer willpower I could keep the baby inside me.
“Patrick,” said Jonathon in a slightly raised voice to call the older vampire.
“Yes?” asked Patrick appearing at the bedroom door only seconds later
Jonathon’s chest heaved and he looked at me. I still stared at the lower half of my body in horror.
“Oh no,” Patrick’s eyes widened in shock. I had never seen him look so worried before.
“I… I lost the baby,” I stated the obvious. “Why?” I asked my voice cracking. Tears pooled in my eyes. Jonathon was at my side in a moment. He held me to his chest. My tears leaked onto his gray t-shirt. “What’s wrong with me?” I asked.
“Nothing is wrong with you, principessa,” he said softly while his hands stroked my hair.