Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 231: Nightmare_The Death Date_Part 1

Belle felt her heart swell, overflowing with warmth at Rohan’s reassurance. She knew she loved him so deeply she could give anything just to be with him until the end of her human life, but doubts and insecurities were constant thoughts that involuntarily crept into her mind from time to time. There were days when it all felt too good to be real, and she feared that a day might come when he wouldn’t want her anymore.

Especially if she turned out to be something entirely bad. freēwēbnovel.com

In all her years growing up, Rohan was the first person to ever pay this much attention to her, to truly care for her and give her everything she needed without making her feel like she had to earn it, without making her feel like a burden on his shoulders the way her own family had always made her feel. She had always come last to them, so much that she’d dimmed herself unworthy. She had never been a first to anyone... until now.

Until this man—this husband she had married under forced circumstances—but who had unexpectedly turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to her.

Even now, though a part of her still feared that one day her parents and the king of Aragonia might come hunting her down for her betrayal, for abandoning the mission she had been sent for, she knew that with this man in her life, no harm could ever truly befall her.

His reassurance now meant so much more to her than it should have, because somehow, it gave her the confidence to face whatever the future might hold, and whatever truth might come to light when he finally found that potion.

She would give her all to this family they were building, with the quiet certainty that nothing could tear her apart from her husband or child—not even the hidden identity that kept resurfacing and then vanishing like a ghost in the dark.

Not having words to show how grateful she was for the gift of him as her husband, she could only lean her head in and kiss his lips. It was a very brief kiss that did not require her to part her lips, and then she moved back and smiled. "Thank you for being in my life, Lord Dagon."

She watched his face grimace in distaste at the way she addressed him. He had always told her not to use that title, and realizing she had used it to tease him, he taunted back,

"Same to you, Lady Dagon."

They both laughed at the same time, and then stared at each other as the laughter subsided. Rohan used his knuckles to caress her jaw, a very light touch that felt like the touch of a feather before he retrieved his hand and looked back down to her stomach.

Rohan talked to the baby for some time, and once done, he turned his eyes to her and arched a brow.

"I hope you are not forgetting what today is, Isa?" he asked, and she frowned, not recalling anything that was special today.

"What is it?" she asked, trying to remember the date and what it was, but her memories did not serve her right.

"Tsk, I can’t believe you gave me the payment in advance and have quickly forgotten what you paid me for," he told her with a shake of his head like he couldn’t believe it.

Belle’s eyes rounded. "Oh, the painting!" she exclaimed as realization dawned on her face.

They had not talked about the painting since that day she gave the so-called payment that she had completely forgotten about it. He had said he would paint her when her stomach started to show, but perhaps due to everything that had occurred lately, the painting had been put aside.

Not to mention the little complications she had gone through that had surprisingly stopped now. She recalled the days she could barely walk from the pain, but now she was healthy again. She had always found it strange how those complications had suddenly vanished.

"Are you going to paint me today?" she asked, cheeks aflame, knowing how he had said he wanted her painted.

He nodded his head as he stood up to his feet. "But first, we have to get you something to eat and let me help you complete your dressing routine."

He helped her up from the stool and then began to assist her to dress into one of the simple gowns she had been wearing ever since her baby started showing. It was a one-piece dress that had no fancy design but was made with expensive material and soft, comfortable wool. It was loose and made her movement easy.

Rohan had sent for the seamstress who had made many of this kind for her when many of her dresses no longer fit her and had become so tight she couldn’t breathe.

And while he helped her into the gown now and pulled it over her head and tied the lace, he occasionally talked to their little brat, who kept moving inside her womb like it was trying to find a comfortable position without hitting her too much. Out of curiosity, she asked her husband,

"Do you think it’s a boy or girl?"

A smile pulled Rohan’s sensual lips up as he replied, "I don’t think a girl would be as bratty as this one here. It’s a boy, and I believe he’s going to be a handful, tsk. I would have preferred a girl. A lovely obedient princess."

The baby kicked again, like in reply to his father’s words that were only meant to tease, and Belle looked down at her bulging stomach that was so big she couldn’t see her toes.

"So he’s a boy..." she whispered softly, her gaze falling to her stomach. "I made a girl’s sweater for him. I’ll have to make one for boys before he’s out. I’m sorry, baby, I thought you were a girl."

She felt her throat tighten as emotion rose suddenly, catching her off guard, as it often did in her state. Already so used to her fragile feelings and quick tears, Rohan didn’t hesitate. He pulled her into his embrace, even though her round belly made a proper front hug impossible. They both laughed when he shifted, wrapping his arms around her from the side instead.

"He’s going to be our very own little angel," she murmured, her voice soft with wonder.

Rohan held her silently, one arm around her shoulders and the other hand gently resting over her stomach. "Yes, he will be," he said quietly, pressing a kiss into her hair.

And in the back of his mind, even as he cradled the two most precious beings in his world, his thoughts drifted ahead to their painting session, silently anticipating the moment he would once again capture that irresistible, lust-laced look he had once found deep in the golden-brown depths of her eyes.

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