Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 213: Anxiety

He had hoped that by the time she would be pregnant, he would already be the king.

Not to mention how fast his heart was racing at the news of her being pregnant. He was thrilled—and yet worried. He was confused about what emotions to hold onto at a moment like this. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do, and that was overwhelming in itself.

What do men do when they hear such news about their wives? Which emotion do they cling to at that moment? It was so confusing he had a feeling he was making somewhat of a fool of himself just sitting there, staring at her belly without a single reaction or expression on his face.

"You don’t want a child..." Belle mused quietly, her voice trailing off at the sight of that blank expression on his face.

She would understand if he didn’t want a child and just didn’t know how to tell her because he didn’t want to hurt her. He was different from the human men she had seen—those who got excited at the thought of a child who would carry their name. Her husband was not human.

But as much as it hurt to admit, she knew she would be disappointed in him if it turned out that he didn’t want the baby the way she did. The thought of carrying a part of him inside her was already stirring something deep within her, something fierce and tender. It was doing things to her emotions she couldn’t fully explain, making her feel overly protective and anxious, terrified that she might lose it because of her own past neglect.

"You’re reading too much into my actions again, love. I did not say I don’t want it. That baby is a part of you and me, and I’ll be damned not to want it." Rohan finally spoke when he sensed the rising doubt of him in her heart, which he did not like. "I’d be no different from my own parents if I didn’t want my own child... I am just... fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with me." He groaned and then dropped his head into his hands, hating that he was at a loss for words to describe his true feelings to her or to even show how happy and damned worried he was.

They would soon be three, and the last thing he wanted was their daughter or son being on the run with them when he had not yet come up with a solid plan. He wanted the child just as much as he wanted his wife—he was simply anxious, and that was something so unlike him. He had never been anxious before, never concerned himself with a future that hadn’t yet met up with him.

He was used to living his life without worries, without the thought of failure. But now, having a heart and someone he cared for more than himself was doing this to him. And for some reason, he wasn’t exactly thrilled about feeling this anxious and... afraid? Him? Afraid! I’ll be damned. Hell! He couldn’t believe the thought any more than he could believe his wife was carrying a part of him.

Upon noticing her husband’s reaction and seeing how he looked torn by his silent emotions, which he wasn’t showing much, Belle reached out her hand and threaded her fingers into his hair, stroking it gently as she said,

"I understand, darling. You are worried—it’s fine. I guess it’s something that comes with the thought of becoming a father. You said it yourself that demons are easy on their mother. Our child won’t make it hard for me if you talk to him every day. You are by my side, so I believe everything will work out for us." She assured, and she felt—surprisingly—his muscles relax like her words had dissolved some of his worries and tension.

Rohan moved his head from his hands and turned to her, taking away all traces of worry from his face, as the last thing he would want was for her to fall into that pain again, which the doctor had said was the sign of miscarriage. He couldn’t let that happen because he was utterly concern about the future and things he did not want her to know of yet.

He put aside every single one of those worrisome thoughts and turned to his wife fully, touching his hand back to her abdomen, stroking his large hand against it and then looked at her. "Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head. "No, it comes and goes, but it has subsided now," she assured, and was about to talk again, but her stomach made a rumbling, hungry noise that made Rohan’s eyes narrow for a moment, and then he cursed under his breath, finally realizing something.

"Hell, you did not have a proper breakfast and no dinner yesterday," he pointed out, feeling suddenly angry at himself for neglecting her mealtimes because of the storm and his own hunger for her body. He got up from the bed immediately, "I’ll get you something to eat. You must not get out of that bed. Rav, make sure the doctor prescribes all the medication he talked about and see him out once he’s done. I’ll be right back with her food."

Rav was about to tell Rohan that he could handle getting the lady the food while he took care of the doctor, but Rohan had left in the blink of an eye before he could even part his lips. Rav couldn’t hide his frown, as he had never seen his lordship act so disoriented and somewhat panic-stricken. His master did not try to show it, but his new heart was giving away everything, and Rav had sensed it.

It was hard to associate this man with the twisted, uncaring man he knew from the past—who would never worry about anyone but himself.

"I think he is still disoriented about the news and mad at himself for the fact that he forgot your dinner last night," Rav remarked as he watched the door where his master had walked out.

"It wasn’t his fault. I wasn’t hungry last night." She had been more hungry for him than for any food.

"I think that will change now, my lady. In such a condition, you will have to eat more," Rav said, as he watched the doctor write down the herbs they needed to gather—to make medicine for the lady, to help with her condition and prevent the pain or any risk of losing the child.

In no time, Rohan returned to the room with a large basket filled with various kinds of food, snow clinging to his hair and robe, his lips looking as pale as his face, as he seemed to have gone out in the cold without proper dress to get her food. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

He walked into the room and set the basket on a table beside the bed.

"Has the doctor written the medicine?" Rohan asked Rav as he began to bring out the food from the basket and set it on the bedside for his wife, who was watching him with stunned, curious eyes, wondering where he had gotten the food this fast.

"Yes, my Lord," Rav replied as he helped the doctor gather his things back inside his box.

"Then take him away and make sure to compel him into knowing to come every day to check on her at the Manor. He will be her assigned doctor." He dismissed Rav and the doctor by adding, "Also pay him and get the herbs he wrote down on your way back."

Rav bowed and grabbed the doctor and his equipment and left the room, leaving the master and his wife alone.

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