The Vampire Prince | Book One ✔ (Needs Editing)

Two Months Later | Chapter 40

Two months passed and the baby grew rabidly inside my womb. The speed of the growth took the fun and torture out of the whole pregnancy thing. But, overall Stark and I were happy.

We knew very few of the towns people. Only a few weren't completely terrified of us, it's understandable, I hated vampires too, I still hate some of them to this day.

I worked with an older lady, I'd help farm and do laundry for some of the elders here, it's the least I could do for intruding and possibly ruining their lives.

PureBlood vampires would come regularly to check homes in search of Julian's lost slave and child. He and the Clan searched desperatly but we've stayed hidden and succeeded to stay thay way.

Stark helped teach children around here since they didn't have a school, or anyone that had the education to teach them. We contributed to this town in order to keep the people from selling us out.

It's still a tough world, everyday is a struggle, especially with Julian holding public executions of human slaves. He was beyond help, he had to be killed. At this point the world is a kill or be killed kind of place.

It's everyone for themselves, mostly when neighbour's start to vanish — Julian woild kidnap random people and kill them. Not one person who had gone missing was returned.

"Ah! Shit! Can you at least grab me something to drink please?" I begged.

Although I was immortal I could defiently feel pain. My water broke and that was the end of my eagerness.

"What would you like?" Stark asked as he disappeared to the kitchen.

"Water—" I gasped, " And blood!"

Stark chuckled and quickly grabbed my drinks and appeared beside me.

"Here you go sweet heart." He placed then on the table next to where I was squatting.

I groaned as the intense pressure made me weak in the knees. I wanted to curl up and die all over again just to end the torture and pain of child birth.

"H-hold my hands please." I panted.

He grabbed a hold of my hands and allowed me to put all of my weight toward the floor in a squatting pose with slow pulse movements.

"That's good, you're doing great." He smiled. I rolled my eyes as sweat stained my gown.

"How the hell can humans go through this?!" I growled. The more I moved and talked, the less I focused on the pain.

"Maybe that's why the human race is nearly wiped out." Stark joked. I frowned and dug my nails into his hands as another contraction sent a shock through my body.

Tears stained my cheeks as I bounced gently trying to relieve the pressure; The pain was almost unbearable.

"God damnit." I grabbed the cup of water and sipped at it and met Stark's gaze.

"The baby should be here soon. Make sure that you're pushing during your contractions." He spoke cheerfully.

"W-wait, I don't know if I can do this—" I began.

"Too late, this is happening. Trust me, you won't ever regret this day once the baby is out." He smiled.

"Right..." I answered. I was drained; Completely exhauted.

He was right though, he always is. I nodded and pushed with a squeel. I groaned and laid on a blanket on the floor and propper open my legs.

"Almost there," Stark glanced at me and chuckled, "A couple more pushes and you should be nearly done."

"I-It hurts." I panted, I chewed the skin on my bottom lip raw.

"You got this, Sam." He announced.

Stark was more excited about all of this than I could have ever been. He decided that he will raise the child with me, he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Ahhh!" I cried and pushed. My legs shook and I kicked Stark.

He watched carefully and happily. I smiled threw sweat and tears; seeing him happy made me happy — ecstatic even.

"Here." He handed me the cup of blood and I gulped it down quickly before my next contraction.

I licked my lips and tossed my head back trying to cool down.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I swore and pushed. I cried out and Stark kissed my forehead.

"You're okay." He whispered. I nodded and gently traced his arm with my finger tips.

I started to feel uneasy and then another contraction. I whimpered and bit my lip.

"Almost there! Two more pushes and we get to meet our baby." He glanced over his shoulder at me and I nodded.

My breath came in short and shallow. My tears were drying and my body trembled harder.

"S-shit!" I cried and pushed again. Once I pushed I dropped my head to the floor and tried to catch my breath.

"I see the head." Stark announced and grabbed a clean towel. I smiled happily and clutched onto the table leg bracing for the next contraction.

"Oh god," I whimpered, "I'm not ready."

Just as I finished speaking I pushed with my contraction and I gasped as a pressure was lifted.

Sweet, soft cries filled the room and Stark stared in awe at the little baby in his arms. He wrapped it snuggly in the towel and cleaned it off.

"It's a boy." He announced. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I smiled, a baby boy. A sweet baby boy.

Stark proped me up on his knees and gently put our child in my arms. I cried happily and kissed its forehead. His cries slowly faded and he soundly slept while both Stark and I stared in amazment.

"What should we name him?" Stark asked.

"Christian." I smiled and slid a finger into his tiny palm. His grasped it and kicked his tiny feet.

"I love that." Stark smiled and lifted my chin. I bit my lip and brought my lips to his in a soft kiss.

I glanced down at the baby in my arms, with the sleeping face of an angel and giggled, this moment was everything I had ever wished for — to start a family, to make my parents, grandparents.

Surely they're up there with Stark's brother and sister watching over us.

Our guardian angels.

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Author's Note:

The end.

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