Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Future plans_Part 1

"I didn’t lock this..." He caressed his son’s feathered, smooth black wings as he spoke. "...because I don’t like you, Angel. I did it because I don’t want this to happen to you." He pointed to the drawing again. "You are special to your mama and me, you know. And we love you, son. Don’t ever let anyone tell you we don’t."

Angel looked into his father’s black eyes. This time, there was no anger nor hostility, but instead deep, innocent trust. "Papa..." he called softly as he moved to stand on unsteady feet and then wrapped his little arms around his father’s neck to hug him tightly.

Rohan smiled as he wrapped his strong arms around the small body pressed against him, lifting his eyes to his wife, who was watching them with a tearful smile. He opened his other arm and pulled her into the embrace, kissing her hair tenderly. "I love you," he whispered softly, causing her to press her nose into his neck and kiss his skin gently.

"I love you, too..." she whispered back.

The family of three held each other in that warm embrace for a while, until Angel broke the hug first to resume his feeding, for he was too hungry to let his meal go. He knew from experience that he would soon be taken back to Evenly, away from mama for many hours, where he would get so hungry. And for some reason, no matter how much milk he drank, it never seemed to be enough for him, as though his little body always craved more to keep up with the unusual strength and growth stirring inside him. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Rohan noticed it half an hour later, as Angel still didn’t want to stop nursing.

"Isa, I believe it’s time we start allowing him to eat food and put a stop to breast milk," Rohan suggested after studying his son, knowing from experience how one could get endlessly hungry at that stage. When he had been at that stage himself, locked away alone with nothing to feed on, hunger had driven him to eat insects and any crawling bug his sharp eyes had fallen on.

Though many vampires could survive on blood alone, only eating human food because they wanted to appear civilized, he was different. He needed food along with blood, which was why he could eat more than a meal meant for five people whenever food was present. As much as he could hold hunger at bay, he would never let food go to waste when it was before him.

It seemed Angel was turning out the same way.

Belle, on the other hand, felt a knot form in her chest at how fast everything was moving, Angel growing like this, already reaching a stage where he would soon no longer need her milk. Yet she could never starve him, even though she knew that once he stopped taking from her, she would have to deal with the trouble of full, tender breasts, as her body was still in the early stage of nursing. The baby was growing faster than her own body could adjust to or stop producing.

"Is there food to give him, so we can see if he would eat it now?" she asked, stroking Angel’s cheeks, which moved as he suckled hungrily.

"I’ll see what I can find in the kitchen." Rohan left the room, closing the door quietly behind him, and making his way to the Dawson kitchen.

It was while he was gone, and Belle was left in the silence of the room, admiring his drawings on the parchment beside her, with their perfect lines and shadows, that it dawned on her again about the report, and the fact that tomorrow was the day of the ball, where she would be giving that report, yet she was still clueless about what Rohan had written in it.

She would have to ask him tonight, as there would be no turning back once tomorrow came.

Rohan soon returned to the room with a bowl of rice porridge made with milk and sweetened with honey. Sitting down, he reached out to take Angel from his wife’s bosom. The boy refused at first to release it until Rohan gently pried his mouth away from the nipple and placed him on his thigh.

Angel began to fuss and move away so he could crawl back to his feeding, but Rohan used that very moment of protest, his mouth wide open, to slip in a spoon of porridge. Immediately, Angel stopped and tasted the sweet porridge on his tongue. He swallowed quickly before his eyes went to the bowl in fascination. Then he sat properly on his father’s lap and looked up at him expectantly, wanting more.

"Little rascal," Rohan muttered in amusement at the adorable eyes staring at him hungrily.

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