Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270: The baby

Rohan reached inside her tender flesh, loosening the afterbirth while kneading her soft stomach. Suddenly, he felt a change as her own body took over. Her abdomen contracted, and beneath his ministrations, the afterbirth pulled loose inside.

"Come on, Isa-love, one more push and you can rest." From some hidden source, she found the strength for another mighty effort that brought a last gush as her body delivered the afterbirth, severing her completely from the life she’d supported for months.

Rohan’s shoulders sagged with relief. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and whispered gently, "Good, love. It’s all over. Stay with me."

His hands stayed steady as he tied the first string around the baby’s cord, about an inch and a half from the baby’s body. Then he tied the second one a short distance away, just enough space to cut between them.

He picked up the scissors. The silver blades snipped through the cord, and just like that, the baby was truly on his own.

Rohan looked down into the bloody face of the baby, heard the welcome complaint of his little cries, and laughed—in relief, in celebration. He kissed the tiny nose and said, "Way to go, my boy. That’s what we wanted to hear." Then, to his wife, he said, "He’s all right, Isa."

She didn’t reply.

Abruptly, his mood sobered. "Isa, you’re shivering!"

During the minute he’d spent concentrating on his duty of seeing to the baby, she had been gripped by natural chills. She lay there now, shuddering, her exposed limbs damp, the bedding beneath her soaked. Hell, a man needed multiple hands at a time like this.

"I’m fine," Belle managed to assure him. "Remember your promise—take care of him first before me. Go ahead and get him warm."

It was hard to do, but he had little choice, especially since Belle’s directive matched exactly what he’d memorized. The chills were natural. So far, things had gone in perfect, natural order like what he had studied. He had proceeded by the book.

But first, he paused long enough to gently lay the baby down and remove Belle’s legs from the leather straps. He lowered them and covered her up with a sheet, brushing a light kiss on her dry lips.

"I’ll be back as soon as I get him bathed. You will be fine?"

She nodded weakly and closed her eyes. "Go take care of him." She whispered with effort.

He watched her for a heartbeat, hating that he would have to leave her for even a moment, but he had no choice. He crooked the baby in one arm, opened the door, and hurried to the kitchen.

Rohan had already prepared bathing water for him, and the bathing soap and clothes. As he stood before the basin on the table before the window, Rohan slowly lowered his son into the warm water.

The baby hiccupped and shivered in protest, shaking his head from side to side, trying to move his tiny legs from the water. Rohan did not believe he could find this amusing enough to smile, but he did.

"You don’t want a bath, little brat?" he tsked as he began to gently wash him with the special soap Belle had made herself.

The baby’s eyes were still closed, unlike his, which had opened immediately and cleared after birth.

It seemed that as much as his son was half demon and vampire, his human part was just as much—because he hadn’t—

Rohan didn’t finish that thought, not when dark eyes suddenly opened and stared straight at him. And before he could even brace for it, the little brat opened his mouth and wailed to the heavens as if Rohan were killing him, rather than simply giving him a bath.

Rohan grimaced at the sound, nearly dropping the boy into the water.

"Fuck!" he cursed through the loudest cry he had ever heard, as the baby began to fling his arms and legs, kicking mightily for such a tiny being.

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