Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 211: GET THE DOCTOR_Part 3

What was his wife’s role in this, and how could she be dead and alive at the same time? The thought was twisting his head as he had no answers to any of them. And the fact that he could only get to see Kuhn when he went to Nightbrook wasn’t helping.

"What are you thinking of?" Belle asked, noticing how silent he had gone and how lost in thought he looked.

Rohan’s body was like a warm wall as he pulled her closer to him under the covers, breaking out of his thoughts. His touch was amazingly gentle as he stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes. How lovely to stay here forever in this bubble of contentment, floating away in quiet happiness.

"Nothing." He kissed her forehead.

"Will Rav bring us new clothes?" she asked quietly.

"He will."

"I haven’t thanked you yet for yesterday," Belle said as she looked up at his face. "I had the best birthday ever in all of my twenty-five years of life."

"You needn’t thank me. I was supposed to give you a celebration, but my being unconscious for a while did not let me plan it. But don’t worry, I will do better next year. We will have a grand celebration"—in the royal castle, he added that part in his mind as he kissed the corner of her lip.

"I don’t need a celebration. I am content with just you. I don’t mind if we do this again next year." She snuggled into him and idly traced his muscular arm with her fingernail, trailing it toward his chest where his heart was beating steadily. She was feeling sleepy again, but she tried to fight it by rubbing his bare chest slowly.

Rohan stroked the back of her moving hand. His warmth covered her like a blanket, and his breath burned as he kissed the line of her hair and then moved to her lips silently.

She stopped rubbing his warm skin when Rohan suddenly gave her a bruising kiss for unknowingly stroking his desires again. Her body dissolved into him, and she gladly slipped her arms around him, holding him close.

Rohan made it evident he wanted to make love to her again by moving her legs apart with gentle hands and pushing his way inside her once more—no words, no argument.

Belle rocked back on the pillows and spread her thighs, happily taking him in and allowing him to drive her into a new world of lust and passion.

She slept again afterwards.

When she woke, she felt feverish and strange, her entire body ached like she had been beaten. Not just that—her throat felt itchy and tight. She frowned as she moved her eyes towards the window that was a dull gray square. Rohan stood to one side of it, looking out. The rain had stopped, but the snow had resumed, and it swayed down the glass.

He was naked, that caught her attention immediately, and he rested one hand on the wall, his glorious backside half turned to her as he looked out at something beyond the window.

In the gloomy light that played on his powerful muscles, he reminded her of the perfect male sculptures she’d seen in a park in Aragonia. But those sculptures had been marble and alabaster; Rohan was like living bronze.

They were on the second floor, in the front of the inn, the nicest room, the landlord had assured them. But the windows had no curtains, and Belle felt queasily exposed as she tried to pull the blanket over her body properly while silently watching her husband.

When she stirred, however, she felt her stomach twist into a painful cramp, and she moaned softly, clenching her fists around the sheet.

But Rohan heard her little moan of pain and swirled around in her direction. He was beside her in a millisecond, climbing the bed to reach her side.

"What’s wrong? Are you sore?" he questioned, worry etched across his handsome face as he reached out to hold her shoulders.

She shook her head. "No... my stomach just feels strange." She moaned again and dug her fingers into his arm, biting back a cry of agony as her eyes involuntarily welled with tears and her face paled like a ghost.

It wasn’t the first time she’d felt this kind of pain, but this time it felt worse... sharper. It would pass, it always did, she told herself, but feeling how it got worse with seconds, she let out a cry that broke right into the heart of her husband, who was suddenly confused and panicked for the first time in his whole life.

"Damn. You don’t look alright. That’s why I told Rav to come with a doctor on his way, your heartbeat was strange in your sleep. Lay back down, slowly."

Rohan moved her back onto the pillow, not liking the pained expression on her face or how she seemed to be sweating when it was this cold—or even her tears.

He had noticed something strange about her in her sleep and had talked to Rav through the mind link. It was why he was looking out the window, waiting for him before she would wake up. It wasn’t the first time he was noticing this, only it was getting stranger, but who would have known she would wake up in pain?

The rhythm of her heart was changing with each day.

He tried to rub his hand against her stomach to try and soothe the pain, as he had no idea what to do, while he yelled for Rav to hurry with the doctor.

"My apologies, my Lord. I am on my way with the doctor. The man is being difficult and saying he can’t come out in this weather. I had to compel him to get him out of his house. We’re on our way to the inn."

"Hurry the fucking hell up! She looks so pale and in pain!" He barked the orders at Rav and then looked down at his wife, who was trying to smile in assurance while it was obvious she was holding back pain and tears.

Belle did not want to worry him. She was familiar with this pain—it was the same pain that cramped her stomach and squeezed her chest. It would subside, she told herself and Rohan, who looked too worried to even use a towel to cover himself up. He kept rubbing her abdomen where she said it hurt.

A knock on the door made her try to sit up, but Rohan pushed her gently back down. "It’s Rav and the doctor. Don’t move."

Rohan got up and went to the door. He opened it and let Rav and a disoriented-looking doctor, who was a middle-aged man, inside. Rav was pulling and carrying the man’s medicine box into the room.

None of them paid any attention to Rohan’s state of nudity as he grabbed the doctor, who was under Rav’s compulsion, and led him to the bed where his wife lay in pain.

"Treat her and make the damn pain stop!" he ordered, shoving the man forward to the bed while he took a robe Rav handed him to cover himself up. He barely tied the robe belt as he wore it and made his way towards his wife and the doctor, who was pressing two fingers on her wrist.

"What’s wrong with her?" Rohan demanded coolly and impatiently, his eyes still on Belle, who seemed to be recovering from the pain slowly.

"I’m fine, Rohan. It’s nothing serious, and—"

"Nothing serious? Your heart doesn’t fucking beat the same, and you are in pain. Let the doctor decide what the matter is." Rohan chided, his voice sounding harsher than he meant for it to sound. He had never been worried about anyone before, and having to worry was not something he was used to or had to control.

The last thing he wanted was losing her now that he had her.

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