North American Vampire Council & Past Calling (Hypernaturals 12 & 13)

Marry Me Again

"Here are the problems I see." Morgan started ticking off her fingers "One: You know some of what kind of person I used to be. I am not proud of it. It is not who I am now. I am your wife. I do not want my past to hurt you or us."

"No worries on that. Morgan, you LIVE with my not-so-very-much-anymore-Ex, you know. She is married to Angel! Both are mysteriously pregnant and visit our bed. She visits you, and you are VampHet."

"Yes: Well. She did clobber Alexander." Morgan pointed out.

"I know: Sexy. Right? You know my past. You are my present and my future. I know you. You will need some physical convincing on that point. Hold that thought. Next point?" I asked.

"Two: humans who knew me in my twenties and one of whom knew my body from then intimately, are headed here, and will see me, looking like I am still in my twenties. Not counting this white hair that has not grown all the way back out yet. That's not going to be easy to explain either." Morgan held out her currently loose hair, where the former white temples have now grown out.

After Morgan and I were exposed to plutonium, her hair went white at the temples for a while. The blood looping with Jessica and Helen repaired our bodies, saved my life, and fixed Morgan's white hair, eventually. Maybe more to the point, it supported her body until it could figure out the damage was there and repair it. Morgan has white hair stripes, just down past her shoulders now. I thought they are fun. Easy to think when one survives radiation poisoning.

"Three: Sam Parker. I left him in the lurch, and he is a cop. If he gets too curious about anything, he can cause trouble for us. I can't fang him because... Wait for it: No damn fangs, thank you, my progenitor. You gave me everything else, including a baby. Why not fangs? We may have to Juice him though."

"I'll do it if I have to, my love. Maybe we can get Anne to instead. She is in the office today and likes a nice male human neck as much as the next lady. Also, we have a house full of befanged ladies that like a tasty man. Denise likes biting men. Way more than I do." I said. I asked "Ok. Done?"

"For now." Morgan said.

"Bring that poor Taco, and come to my Council office, please Miss?"

"Ok..." Morgan said, picking it up and taking her first actual bite.

We went into her office, through the connecting door to my Council office. I went to a file cabinet, pulled out a folder. Held it while Morgan ate, and I explained.

"Here, in NorthAm my official, human world wife is Jessica. In the Eurozone, I am Adrian Claremont. My human-world wife is Helen Claremont. You know where in the world YOU are my human-world wife? Nowhere. Thus, this."

I handed Morgan the folder. She flipped through various printouts. She pulled out a picture of a large white house, near the top of a mountain.

"This is pretty." She said. She had to know where I was going with this. She is a PI.

"That is in Brazil. The current owner is a lovesick young man named Adrian. In Brazil, many people are single named, but he goes by Adrian Diaz. He is in love with a young woman named Morgan, and he wants her to take his last name in a ceremony in the garden of that house. He wants to marry her and to have and to hold her. He really likes holding her."

I switched to Portuguese "He loves Morgan with all his heart and wants her to agree to marry him."

Morgan looked up. "That was kind of like Spanish... You said...marry. Few other things"

"Portuguese. You would have to learn it for us to be there. Or we can do Peru and the Spanish there is pretty close to what we already know. It's nice. There is a similar Villa there. I picked 'Diaz' because that was Jessica's last name when we met and you love you some Jessica, and it is a very popular name in South America. The point is this, my Morgan: I want you. I want you to be my human world wife in South America. We can be single named. We can pick a surname you like better. I do not care. I am just asking you to marry me there. I am asking for you to be my human-world wife someplace on this earth. I need you to be that. I need to be able someplace somewhere that is not all Vampires and Sirens to walk up to people and call you my wife. Not my mistress. My wife. I am selfish. I need you to be mine like that. I want to be yours like that. I want to sit in a bar, sipping Scotch, and have someone hitting on you, and you to point over at me and say 'we'll have to be discrete about the fucking around because that is my husband over there.' Preferably it is Jessica or Helen, but given you, it will probably be a line of young and horny men. "