The Tattooed Vampire

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

I watch, my attention completely captivated by the golden angel. Her hair is a river of gold as it cascades down her shoulders. Her eyes are as blue and radiant as the Caspian sea. Her nose is small and round. Her smile is broad and contagious. 

She twirls in her white summer dress, her hands are holding a bucket and a shovel. That's when I take in the scenery around me and realize we are at the beach. Grinning, I laugh when the angel throws the bucket to the ground and does a perfect cartwheel. I knew I should be nervous that she would hurt herself but I wasn't. I knew she was stronger than she looks. 

After doing plenty of cartwheels, she was splashing in the water and I lift my eyes up at the sun, frowning slightly at the fact that I couldn't feel the warmth. I used to love feeling the Vitamin D obsorbing into my skin. I will never be tan again. I will never be burned again. 

I hear someone shuffle beside me and I throw a look over to see Callum sitting down next to me. He winks and grins like a weirdo. I lean my head on his shoulder and grin at how incredibly perfect this is. Every moment I'm with Callum is perfect. 

"Mommy, Daddy!" I feel my eyes snap over to the golden angel as she throws herself into Callum's arms. She's our daughter... Callum and I have a daughter... But how? I ignore the questions, just glad that I can actually hold a replica of my handsome mate. 

"Hello princess. Having fun?" He asks her. She nods her head quickly and then moves to touch a hand to my cheek.

"No frowny mommy." She says with a pout lip. I laugh lightly and then gather her in my arms and place kisses on her cheeks.

"No frowny mommy. Smiley mommy." I say. She nods again and lays her head on my shoulder. Looking over at Callum to see a small smile on his lips. He mouths 'I love you' to me and I say it back. This day couldn't get any better. 

We were a family. I actually have a daughter. I have a little girl with my mate... I don't know how... But I really don't car-

I feel my eyes snap open and I stare up at the ceiling. No. No. That couldn't have been a dream. It felt so real. I actually thought she was my baby girl! But she wasn't. She doesn't even exist... only in my dreams.

I feel a tear roll down my cheek and I try to be silent so I don't wake Callum. But somehow, maybe scenting the salt water of the tear, he knew something was wrong. Callum stirs next to me and tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me closer. "What's wrong, Basia?" He asks, propping himself up on his elbow to stare at me. I feel him brush my tear away with his free hand and turns me to face him in the same movement. 

"It was just a dream." I whisper, not wanting to make a deal about it. And I know, if I tell Callum about how I wish I could of had that child, he would feel guilty. 

"A bad one?" He asks. I shake my head. "Then why are you crying, baby?" He asks softly, as if he was scared that if he spoke any louder, that he would break me. 

"Because... I wanted it to be real..." I grumble. Callum frowns and he begins to look extremely confused. 

"You know that whatever it is you want, you tell me. I'll give it to you, I promise!" He says, he voice determined and urgent. I close my eyes and begin to cry more. He has no idea what he is saying. He will never be able to give me a child.  I will not be able to conceive a child. My chances of ever being a mother have ended. 

I shake my head again. "Basia, tell me. Don't make me persuade it out of you." He growls lowly but his voice is lathered in concern.

"It'll hurt you." I whisper. Callum frowns and scrunches his eyebrows together. 

"Tell me. You not telling me is hurting me." He says. I turn my head to look at him, our eyes connecting. I bite my bottom lip and again, I shake my head.

"No-"

"Basia! Tell me!" He shouts. I advert my gaze to the ceiling, wishing it was at least a little more entertaining than it is now. "You can tell me Basia, it's okay." He whispers softly. I try to decipher if he was using his persuasion or not. But either way, I had a strange sense that told me it was okay that I could tell him. I turn to stare at him, pulling my eyebrows together.

"Did you persuade me?" I ask, feeling my eyes widen a fraction. Callum frowns but shakes his head. 

"I would never. But please, what was your dream Basia. Tell me. I want to help you." He pulls me close to him and tucks me under his chin. I moan and snuggle into his chest, wrapping my arms around him. 

"It was a dream of us. On a beach..." I whisper, trailing off. He waits for me to continue, not pressing it on. I sigh, knowing he would never let it go either. "And we had a daughter." I mumble under my breath but I know he was capable of hearing me. I felt him tense next to me and I begin to cry again at the mention of our angel. 

"Basia..." He trails off but I shake my head. 

"No. I know. We can't have children, I know. It was just a dream." I murmur, shrugging it off. He sighs and drops his head to nuzzle into my neck.

"I wish, more than anything, to be able to give you the gift of being a mother, Basia. I would do anything to do it. I'm so sorry." He whispers, digging his fingers into my back as he pulls me impossibly closer. I smile softly at his words and move to kiss his neck.

"I do love you, Callum. I am extremely happy with you. Don't ever forget that, okay?" I say, leaning back to look into his eyes. He smiles softly and reaches over to tuck hair behind my hair. 

"I love you too, baby. So much." 

I know it's short, but I've been busy and I'm exhausted! But there it is!

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