I'm not a puppy! (age regression)

19.Being open and honest is cool

It was the second biggest bedroom next to mine. I stepped across the floor to open up the light window covers. Proper light spilled in and you could actually see everything.

The same old hardwood as the rest of the house, but with a large soft colourful play mat rug in the centre. The wallpaper was floral and peeling off. That walls were always something I planned on doing.

Furniture and baby items was sporadically around. I bought everything slowly over the years, using had a fund that I put part of my paychecks towards.

I had no crib or changing table, those I was still working towards. I tended to get excited by smaller things. Like particularly nice looking toys, or things on sale.
The biggest thing in the room was the large teepee in the corner. I blew a lot on it, but it felt absolutely vital for my vision.

I saw Jamie staring at the tent too, so I knew the purchase wasn't in complete vain.

The old wooden wardrobe, that I believe was almost thrown away by my sister before I took it off her hands, was full of cute clothing I'd found in the sales. I'd always found it fun to pretend I had a little one to shop for.

My sister's kids used to come up here to play whenever they visited. But after they broke one too many things, it was off limits. I would try to go in the room as little as I could, as it used to just make me sad. But I kept it tidy, dusting and making sure what I had stayed in good condition.

Jamie moving into the centre of the room, inspecting all around them. Before they turned back to me with an incredulous look on their face. They wanted answers.

I sat down on the carpet and patted in front of me. Jamie sat down too. June was seated in Jamie's lap like a throne.
"I've always wanted a kid Jamie"

Jamie's ears were burning pink as blush crept up on their cheeks. The room was probably overwhelming, so I did my best to be quick.

I looked around the random furniture items and sighed.
"But because its just me on my own, and my work isn't considered 'consistent', I've never been able to adopt"
Jamie fidgeted in place, unconciously pulling at June's ears as they listened to me.

"Do you know anything about the ways vampires can have kids, Jamie?"
"You kidnap human kids"
I winced at the wording, but couldn't exactly deny it. Jamie recounted
"I've seen it. People I knew from the streets taken by really tall people, few weeks later id see them in a stroller. They never looked happy"
Jamie shivered at the memory and I sighed.

"Thats how some are. Traditionalists, they believe in forced turning. Some think it's justified simply because the child was in a 'worse' situation beforehand. However I think it's a disgusting practise. It's barbaric and is done with no regard for the fledglings feeling or life before.."
"Kinda sounds like the were werewolves biting thing"
Jamie observed and I nodded.

"Thankfully, that is only the minority. Most vampires unable to conceive naturally adopt, either human children or born vampires. It's the same for pretty much all supernatural creatures, just legal average adoption. But it's also rather strict in who they allow. Which I understand of course...."
I trailed off, hiding my annoyance towards my local adoption agency. Bunch of elitist squares.

"So what? Vampires adopt. What does this have to do with me?"
Jamie was growing a little impatient with my long winded explanation so I cut to the chase.

"So vampires, like me, who are unable to adopt by conventional methods. Often turn to the traditional approach, or there's some more, disturbed options. Underground auctions-"
I shook my head, I was getting too off topic.
"I'm sorry that's beside the point. What I'm trying to say is, I could never bring myself to do any of that. But then the night you tried to take my wallet, and you passed out... I felt something"