Against All Odds (Vampire X Werewolf) (Andy X Reader)✔️

Chapter 53: Changes

(A/n: IM SO SORRY THAT I TOOK FOREVER. ITS KINDA SHORT, BUT ITS SOMETHING.)

3rd Person POV

It's now the 4th week of (Y/n)'s pregnancy. She describes the baby's size as a large mango. She's been very protective over her little mango ever since the incident that should be explained.

The two vampires who tried to kill the King, Queen, and unborn hybrid were from the clan in North Dakota. Two anarchists who never wanted a King or Queen in the first place.

By killing the two, the Queen and King didn't give their attackers a chance at elaborating their reasoning, but oh well, they got what was coming to them.

Of course, (Y/n)'s stomach is a bigger size every day she wakes up. Bigger and bigger, you would think it's hard for her to move around and do her everyday things.

Pfftt, it's not. It's Queen werewolf we're talking about here. Even though she's big, she's still unstoppable. Nothing is getting in her way.

The sun peeked its way through the curtains into the bedroom, landing right on top of (Y/n)'s eyes.

She squinted at the light, but soon opened her eyes as it had woken her up. She yawned and stretched nice and slow so the baby wouldn't bounce around too much.

Surprisingly, her hunger has only increased a tiny bit. "Andy, I need food." She croaked in her glorious morning voice.

Andy has been on high alert...when he's conscious. He jolted out of his sleep from the sound of his wife's voice, thus, making him fall off the bed.

"Hhhaaaaahahahaha." The Queen laughed, slowly waking up fully. "Already falling off the bed when our kid is supposed to kick me off." He chuckled with her.

He had a feeling that their child would want to sleep in the same bed with them. Kids, sleeping as weirdly as they do, would end up kicking someone off. It's what Andy thought would happen to him one day.

They went downstairs to the kitchen and Andy started preparing some breakfast for his Queen.

(Y/n) waited patiently, spinning around in her spinny chair by the counter, "how much longer?"

"Should be ready in five minutes." Andy flipped the sizzling bacon over. "No, I mean how much longer do you think until the baby comes?"

"You're looking big, but not big enough. Maybe in two weeks." He guessed.

Andy set the plate of eggs and bacon in front of (Y/n) on the counter. She took a single whiff, then...looked displeased with the smell. Her nose crinkled as she leaned back from the plate.

"What's wrong?" Andy took a sip of blood from his glass. "I don't like the smell...what the fuck? I always love your cooking, why don't I like this?" (Y/n) wondered.

Ignoring the smell, she sliced a piece of egg and put it in her mouth...she spit it in the sink soon after. "God, all I taste is grease and oil." She slid her tongue against her front teeth to get the taste off.

"I only used a dime sized amount. I make it like I always make it. Is the bacon bad?" Andy asked, stepping closer to her.

(Y/n) took a bite out of the bacon, but spit that out too, "this tastes like fat and more oil, I can't eat this."

"Maybe it's a pregnancy thing. What else can I make you for breakfast?"

"...that blood you got there looks good."

"You hated it the last time you tried it."

"Can I try it again? That smell...that smells good." (Y/n) drooled slightly.