Chapter Twenty-Six

Robert Dugal Ewing was born a healthy, premature baby in the wee hours of a crisp fall morning. Although he needed to remain hospitalized for a week longer than I did, he eventually came home to the doting and loving arms of his family.

I was thankful that I decided to remain with my parents until after the baby was born. The unexpected premature birth of my son sent me into a tailspin of worry, along with a little postpartum depression. I doubt I would have been able to cope though this time had it not been for my rock of a mother. She took over the care of little Bobby as if he were her own son, leaving me the time I needed to regroup and heal.

I checked Bobby for signs of vampire on a daily basis in the privacy of my room. Since he was toothless, I had no way of really knowing. Geoffrey said he smelled of vampire. To me, he smelled of baby power and spit up. On an occasion or two, I’d picked up the faintest smell of Nevi. It was the scent he had after a night