Stone Cold

Chapter 52

Although the vampire seemed to be aware of the effect he had on her, he made no move to acknowledge it. He continued dressing her up, lightly grasping the side of her thighs to make her stand as he pulled a stretchable underwear up her legs. Even on his knees, the king’s large built was coming up to her chest, making her gulp impulsively.

She watched with bated breath as he paused for a moment after he was finished putting her underwear on her. His eyes seemed to be fixated on her round belly. It appeared as if he wanted to touch it, as if he wanted to kiss it.

‘I can’t let him run away from me anymore.’

His hand were resting on her hips, making it easier for her to grasp them in her soft hold and guide them towards the place their child was resting.

For a fleeting moment, she watched his emotionless façade fall as a bewildered look filled his eyes. His hands had started roaming around her belly, stroking it lovingly as he gulped visibly before slowly whispering his first words to her in two months,

“I hear their heartbeat.”

She had felt her baby moving around a lot whenever she read or talked to it but the movements had always been moderate in nature. They were never as strong as the one she sensed when Ares finally spoke to them.

His expressionless mask had once again slipped back into place. He looked impassive spare for his stare that had betrayed his emotions. The wonder she held in her eyes, it was being mirrored in Ares’ gaze as well.

“Vampire senses. They recognize me as their father.”

She couldn’t control the strong wave of emotions washing over her after hearing the word ‘father’ through his sinful lips. Gingerly, she grabbed his hand that was resting on her belly, tugging on his thumb with a silent longing before going on to interlink their fingers.

“Why can’t you believe me?”

The surprise shining in his eyes extinguished as her question diverted his attention away from their child resting inside her womb.

“Henry collected evidence in your favor. Since you came back he has been busy connecting dots of your story to prove your credibility.”

The words continued rolling off his tongue as he got up with a sudden move, making his raven locks sway while his gaze remained firm and rigid.

“And?”

“He sounds convincing.”

Her view of him was interrupted by a curtain of a floral garment as he lifted the dress up in front of her, motioning for her to put her head through the neckline. Despite their height difference, the dress slide down her body without much effort.

A sudden feeling of insecurity crawled over her as she saw herself in the mirror, much smaller and rounder than the chiseled Greek god standing next to her.

“You look beautiful, Faith.”

Even though she was a hybrid, her heartrate sky-rocketed the second she heard him utter those words. His compliment had come out of nowhere.

She could feel her eyes turn blood red as she whirled around to face him completely.

“W-What?”

“You look heavenly.”

He spoke those words so effortlessly with a completely deadpan face.

“Your face expresses a lot. Even now standing next to me, you’re comparing us when there is nothing to be compared in the first place. Comparison is never established with someone who’s standing at the same side of line as you.”