Sunshine ||A Wife of Vladimir Novel||

His World

Things quickly changed after that. There was a lot of preparation that needed to be done before our child was born.

Vladimir had taken back nearly all of the work I had been helping him with, merely wanting me to focus on getting better. Over time the waves of nausea began to fade away, leaving me with more free time than I knew what to do with.

It wasn't difficult trying to find something to do, especially once I found something I loved. In the beginning, I had focused on painting, eventually leading into merely wandering around the mansion.

More often than not, I could sense Vladimir behind me. Though he wouldn't tell me why, he hardly rested when he was supposed to throughout the day. He lingered behind in the shadows of the curtains, moving in silence.

It bothered me how little rest he was getting after only weeks of this new routine. He was the one that was working the hardest. Vladimir, whether he wanted to say it or not, deserved the most rest. I took it upon myself to change things around without letting him know. Instead of being active and wandering throughout the day, I did my best to stay awake during the night. I had tried it before when Vladimir had first transformed, but I hadn't made it for more than several days.

This was different, I reminded myself. I could do it this time.

I started slowly instead of jumping into it. Each night, I slept an extra hour and stayed up an hour later. By the end of a week and a half, I was nearly accustomed to staying up for most of the night. It was good enough for me, and it seemed to relieve Vladimir which was all that I cared about.

Merely walking around the mansion and painting soon became not enough for me. I wanted to do something more, something that I felt was useful to our future. I thought of our child that would be born, already knowing I wasn't ready to set up a nursery. I hadn't any ideas yet of how to set it up. The more I thought about it, the more I was reminded of my childhood with my mother reading fairy tales aloud to me.

It had been a while since I had read any, giving me an idea to entertain my nights.

I'd walk to the library, with Vladimir close behind.

"The library? You're going to read this late at night?" He questioned with a soft chuckle, his hand gently resting on my waist.

Since I had switched to being active at night, he'd spend some of his time with me before doing his work. Vladimir didn't need to hide with the sunlight gone.

"I think so," I replied as I walked into the room, scanning over the shelves. I had yet to see children's books, but that didn't mean they weren't there. "Vladimir, do you know where the fairy tales are? Or books for children?"

He crossed his arms, standing in the entryway. Vladimir hesitated for only a moment, then began walking towards the far left corner of the library. "If I remember correctly, it's just over here. My father made sure to fill this place with things that would interest me. They should still be here."

Sure enough, just as he remembered, there was an entire shelf dedicated to children at the very bottom. There was one binding that stuck out more so than the others, it being a large collection of the fairy tales I had been so fond of.

I grinned and knelt down, carefully pulling it out of the shelf. It was thick, giving me hope that I would never be able to read all of it.

"What do you need that for?" Vladimir asked, kneeling down to look through the titles as well.

I paused as I flipped through the book, looking through the different tales inside. "It's for our child. I think I should practice reading these. Or, what if they ask for a story one day and I can't find this book? Or any? I want to be able to tell them from memory."