Parenthood
It was a peaceful night, silent and…
Suddenly not calm: Dorian the troublemaker was crying, again.
"Oh, dear…" the golden-eyed Count sighed as he woke, resenting the lack of sleep as of late. "Alexander?" he moved to wake his husband as well, knowing the innocent Damian would be startled by his twin sibling, and would start crying as well. "Alexander!" he insisted.
"I'm awake!" the blond Marquis exclaimed, sitting up right away, and hiding his yawn. "Really, can't sleep two hours straight…" he lamented, as his D rose from bed and hurried out the room.
The vampire then followed, his task preparing their children's very special bottles: blood to human body temperature, and spare rubber teats, given that their fangs had grown before their other teeth and they tended to tear them quite often…
By the time Alexander was done with his duty, his beloved had made their young quiet down, though they were still wide awake, eyeing their parents in wonder.
"Dorian is yours to handle past midnight," the Count commented, taking the angelic Damian into his embrace, leaving his husband to deal with the demonic half of the duo.
The children, though, drank their blood as good little half-vampires they were, as calm and clean as fine half-kami. Then, they simply dozed off, much to their parents' relief. "If only they were this easy always," D sighed, stretching a little bit.
Alexander shrugged. "Well, at least, we're capable to deal with them." He managed to doom the peaceful conversation with his following words: "I mean, you doubted I would like children in the long run, and I find them adorable; you doubted of yourself as well because of your age, and…"
As expected and deserved, he got a slap and an order to sleep on the floor.
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