"Happy Birthday." Nathan whispered huskily, his minty-cool breath caressing my ear gently.
I smiled with the knowledge that after today, I was going to be his for all eternity. Our life together would begin when he gave me the Kiss of Matrimony, the kiss that would make me a vampire; The Cold Queen, and thus, his forever.
He leaned in, bringing his lips closer to mine, ready to seal the deal and make me his undead lover for all eternity.
Inside, I was dancing like a little school girl being told she'd gotten a unicorn and Edward Cullen for Christmas.
This is cannot be anymore perfect! I can finally be with Nathan, and move on after months of torture!
Until, of course, the worst happens:
Crippling, blinding pain unlike any I'd ever felt before spread through my ribs.
I stumbled forward, the pain in my abdomen far beyond unbearable. It felt like my chest was run over, stomped on, and then the truck backed on top of me again.
"Nathan.. make it stop..." my voice was mangled with the pressure of trying to repress my sobs of pain and horror.
"I told you it wouldn't be that easy to get rid of me." a calm, delicately warm voice spoke from within my mind, a smile most sinister evident in his tone. My jerk of a boyfriend Eric hadn't been kidding when he said that trying to leave him would be painful. I had no idea it would mean that my very essence, my soul, and my child would feel the pain as well.
And then the ass-bucket had the nerve to chuckle.
"It seems Zack would agree. he wants his REAL Dad. Not some washed up vampire wanna-be-baby-daddy." he said, happy that even his unborn son didn't even like my fiance.
"Mommy, I want Daddy! I don't want Nate! I don't want to die!" my own baby was yelling at me to stop, pleading for his life, though I knew it was not the case.
It breaks my heart to hear him like this. He actually thought he was going to die because of my transformation into a vampire. I sighed inwardly, thinking of how I'd be teaching him about puberty and adult type stuff, just a couple weeks out of the womb. The sigh resulting from those thoughts spanned the place of several seconds.
Zack, baby, this is not your decision to make. Your father may be my "mate", but I will NOT become a crazed werewolf once a month for a man who screws with every god damned girl he meets, tells me to leave his home and never come back, and then proceeds to stalk me the moment he realizes I'm with child. That is just NOT. GONNA. HAPPEN.
"Mommy! I'll die if you kiss him!" his voice urged.
Zack, will you calm down?! You will not DIE if I kiss him and change. I'm gonna go into labor if you keep this up!
"I want to come out; I want to beat up Nate Mommy! I want out NOW!" he bawled.
I screamed as he kicked furiously within me. And just like that, I was in labor.
"Sam!" Nathan howled.
I screamed again, feeling the full weight of Zack, growing and pushing his way out of me, who was guaranteed maturity after birth. It was something that had to happen: Werewolves adopted powers from their mother, and they showed signs of them immediately at birth. Since, I am definitely not gifted with powers in any way, shape, or form, I had nothing to give him except my mortality. In translation: my age. Eighteen, by the way. I would never see the little boy that had talked to me since months after his conceived; I would only see the unruly eighteen-year-old hellion I would have raised.
I dilated. I had avoided every human in my life that could have prepared me for the pain as he pushed his way out of my birth canal. First his head, then his shoulders, his upper torso, his waist, and finally, his legs. He had dark black hair, and his Dad's silver-blue eyes, and looked like he worked out constantly. He was the exact copy of his dad except his face held a bit of me in it and he had my shade of gold streaked in with his Dad's gorgeous black hair.
"Finally. Now I can kick this dude's ass outta my Mom's house." Zack roared, and lunged at Nathan, claws and fangs bared and out for blood.
Like father like son, I guess...