At Eight Months Pregnant, I Chose To Raise My Baby Without Her Vampire Father
When I was eight months pregnant, I received an anonymous email.
The attachment was a security camera recording.
In a dimly lit VIP booth at a bar, my husband — a vampire who had lived for three hundred years — was holding a human woman in his arms, kissing her.
At the end of the video, the woman smiled and asked him, "Adrian, do you really love me?"
Adrian's voice was low. "Of course."
"Even though you're human, I'll make you the happiest vampire bride in the world."
He had said those exact words to me ten years ago.
In that moment, my hand rested on my belly.
The baby kicked once.
As if reminding me.
It was time to wake up.