𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 ║𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐨𝐲

[Summary] The boys find you unconscious on the floor, suffering from an unknown illness. While they gather supplies to nurse you back to health, they find out you're expecting—which complicates things further.

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Muffled voices chattered around as you stared blankly at the rigid piece of plastic in your lap. A positive pregnancy test.

A tear leaked from the corner of your eye as the vivid pink lines taunted you, blessing you with the bittersweet news of motherhood.

The boys were just as shocked as you were, to say the least. Breeding with another vampire and producing children was common. But breeding with a mortal? It was practically unheard of. So much so that it was sworn to be a legend, with no vampire ever knowing of anyone who has ever successfully done so. But here you were, pregnant, with one of them having sired your child—a half-vampire.

"I don't understand, Sky," David pondered, "Of all the mortals we've bedded, how is she the only one to conceive?"

"Let's be real, David, you and the boys usually eat what you—ahem—bed," Sky pointed out as she jotted a few things into her notebook. "Perhaps that's why."

David scowled. "That's not the point..."

"But it's a valid one. (Y/n) is the only mortal woman the four of you spared in the last three decades. She's healthy, fertile, and you don't use contraceptives," she shrugged.

"No wonder her period was late," Paul grumbled under his breath, brooding about not being able to partake in the delectable treat that flowed from between your legs once a month. Marko sulked in unison, daydreaming about the times previous when their cheeks were stained with crimson after going down on you.

But that was the least of David's concerns.

"We aren't even the same species as she is," David challenged.

"Yes, but there are many legends of dhampirs in Serbian and Bulgarian lore. These legends had to come from somewhere. And like many tales and fables, they are passed through word of mouth, with many being actual accounts. As they are passed down, they evolve. Only then do they become a thing of legend to the non-believing."

David grunted. She was correct. The concept of legend is one of the reasons why they could kill with impunity. Modern mortals believed vampires to be works of fiction. Folklore—something you read about in a comic book or saw on tv or in a movie. So, like the vampire, the dhampir was also a victim of denial.

"So what are our next steps," Dwayne followed up, his eyes on the slight paunch that was your growing belly. There was a subtle roundness in your curves he hadn't noticed before until now. "How do we care for her? She is mortal, but the child is not."

Sky frowned for a moment before looking between you and Dwayne with sympathetic eyes. "She'll have to feed," she informed with a whisper. She could tell by the hitch of your breath, and the widening of your eyes that you were not a fan of the news she had just given you.

"NO," you rebuffed in tears . "Boys, you know I'd do anything for you...but please don't make me do this...."

You raised your pleading gaze to David, hoping that he would find a shred of mercy—leniency or something—in his undead heart. But as his frosty orbs narrowed, his intense stare sent a frigid chill through your spirit. There was no reprieve for you in his cruel eyes. You quickly lowered your head in submission, the salty liquid of your sorrow running down your cheeks and under your chin.