Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 214: What was needed to keep the child

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

Rohan leaned down and helped Belle sit up on the bed with an additional pillow propped behind her for support. The sheet slipped down her torso, but he grabbed it and secured it around her breasts, allowing her to pin it under her arm. He did everything without saying a word, and Belle also didn’t speak.

He took a spoon and began to feed her the hot, thick gravy soup that was steaming and oozing a delicious aroma. She opened her mouth as he brought the spoon toward it and took her first mouthful. She chewed the little meat in it and swallowed, and before he brought another spoonful to her mouth, she asked,

"Where did you get the food from?"

The basket did not only contain various meals but fruits as well, and he hadn’t been gone for more than ten minutes when he returned with the basket. He couldn’t have gotten it from the inn, as the soup tasted too rich to be something made in a place like this.

He made her eat another spoonful before he replied in a nonchalant voice, "I went into the first mansion that comes after this inn and got the food."

Belle almost choked on the soup at his words. "You mean you... you stole them?" she asked, her eyes widening, only to see him chuckle in a relaxed manner that brought back his normal aura.

"Tsk, tsk. If I say yes, are you going to stop eating?" he asked with an arched brow as he brought another spoonful to her mouth, where she hesitated for only a heartbeat and opened her mouth and took it in.

"No. You went through the trouble of stealing it so I could eat—it would be a waste of effort if I don’t eat them. Plus, I am hungry and our baby needs it," she muttered in mirth, patting her belly.

But when she noticed his eyes go down to her belly again and his smile shook, she knew she shouldn’t have brought up the baby, as it seemed like a sensitive topic her husband had not yet gotten over or mended with yet.

He looked up at her with another spoonful of soup as he said, "I wouldn’t consider what I did stealing." He told her with a smug smile, "I charmed the lady of the mansion into giving me the food and everything you see in the basket," he said, then explained how he had used his sharp senses to trace the first house that had finished making breakfast.

He’d knocked on the door with the intention of compelling the homeowner and taking food back for his wife—only for it to turn out that the human lady who opened the door was too smitten by his looks and welcomed him into the house without even knowing who he was.

"What is a fine man like you doing out in the cold?" she had asked, as she told her butler to see to it that he get a coat. But Rohan had stopped that attempt and asked her with a smile he knew would be hard to resist,

"I would prefer each hot food of what you have for breakfast rather than a coat, madam. I can smell it from a mile away."

He had expected the woman to send him out of her property like a sensible person would, so he could come back and compel her into doing as he said. But it turned out his assumptions about humans’ sense of danger were indeed non-existent. They would do anything for a handsome, lonely man. Tsk.

She had smiled, her eyes glued to the parted slit in his robe where his chest was revealed to the eyes of anyone who cared to watch his well-built chest and stomach, and then gave the order to her butler,

"Get the picnic basket and put everything we have for breakfast in it for this fine man. Is there anything else you would like? If you want, we have many spare rooms that you can—"

"I will take the breakfast," he had told her with a grin that seemed to dazzle her and brought a blush to her face, which further amazed him. This was the first time he’d come close to talking like a normal person to any human apart from his wife.

He wouldn’t have even come here if it had been possible for him to buy a healthy breakfast for his wife this early in the morning, and he did not want her to have anything made in the shabby inn. Even as the butler went to attend to the woman’s order, her eyes had still remained on that part where his robe did not cover, with a drooling expression, and he further charmed her with another smile when she looked at him.

She had never seen a man as handsome as he was, and that smile... she would have given him a chest of gold if he asked for it. Her own husband was a fat snowball, and seeing a man like this made her give him the things he asked for without him doing anything. It wasn’t every day a handsome man with the face of an angel knocked on one’s door to request breakfast.

"You are free to come by anytime you’re hungry or want a place to stay. I will always welcome you," she had said as she handed him the basket, batting her eyelashes in a seductive way that did not affect Rohan one bit. In fact, he had smiled in amusement as he took the basket and told her he would indeed come by to entertain her in the future.

"Human females are so easily swayed by looks, tsk," Rohan said to his wife after he told her what he had done to get her the breakfast.

Belle couldn’t believe he had done that instead of hurting or threatening the woman, like she knew he would have done before. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help but find it amusing—the method he used to get her breakfast this fast instead of traveling into the city to find a place that sold food out.

"No wonder you came back so fast," Belle remarked with a small chuckle, wondering idly if the woman who had given the food would have, had she known he was bringing it to his wife.

"Next time, Isa, don’t go to bed on an empty stomach. No matter the situation, always voice out that you are hungry and remind me. I don’t want you falling more sick... Demons are what you think they are—they eat in large quantities when the food is there," he said as he looked down at her stomach.

"I might have said it was easier to carry a demon than a pure vampire, but you can’t neglect yourself from now on or the baby will start to demand things in a way that he might hurt you without even knowing he is hurting you."

Rohan told her this not because he wanted to scare her about the pregnancy, but because he needed her to take good care of herself and put herself first—even before him. He had lived in the womb and still had the full memories of the experience and what he had done. He wouldn’t want his child hurting his wife.

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"Have you prepared it?" Rohan asked Rav, who stood behind him outside the manor they stayed in, in Bimmerville, near a gaslit lamp post that illuminated the snow-dusted street at dawn. A burning cigar rested between his fingers as he leaned his back casually against the pole.

"Yes, my Lord, I have gotten it arranged," Rav replied, but a concerned frown knitted his brows together as he said, "I don’t think she would like to take it. Humans are disgusted by things like that."

"No one will tell her what she’s taking. It’s the only way I know to stop the pain completely. Those medicines are not working nor doing anything—she’s not carrying a human," Rohan said as he stared into the winter dawn of the next day after they had returned from the inn to the manor.

He knew what he was about to do was any human’s nightmare, but it was the only way he could think of that would prevent the miscarriage and stop those pains that woke her up deep in the night.

Yesterday, after they had returned from the inn, he had made sure she got a good rest, and whatever she wanted was brought to her. He did not let her leave the bed herself without assistance. He had made sure she took the medicine the doctor had written, even though he knew deep down it wasn’t going to work, but he just needed to buy time to prepare what he knew would work for her.

Rohan took a drag of his cigar as he watched the snow swaying softly down the street, his eyes distressed as he listened to Rav speak.

"Then how do you plan to give it to her without telling her or her knowing what she is taking?" Rav asked from the side, looking at his master’s distressed expression as he smoked his cigar outside, near the street in front of the manor, because he did not want the smoke anywhere near his sleeping wife.

"I will mix the blood with her medicine. Only, the blood has to be full dose or it will make no effect on the child, and the baby will keep taking her blood and causing her those intense pains."

Rohan had studied about demons whenever he had the chance, because most of him was demon. The vampire genes in him were not as strong as the demon part, which was why he had dark eyes and the features like that of a demon.

Having studied and learned about himself, he had come to understand why he was the way he was and what made him able to drink even from the vampire kind.

His wife was not a vampire, and the child she carried was part a creature that fed on blood. The doctor had mentioned that she was weak and wasn’t eating properly, but the right words were—she wasn’t taking the blood that the child needed to be strong.

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