Normal

Thought

Flashback

Dream

Syrus's POV

I woke up a few hours later, and saw that the sun's golden glow caught Elizabeth's hair and turned it into a dirty gold. I gently felt her forehead and found that she still had a fever. Then it hit me.

Of course! Elizabeth needs blood! She hasn't had any in a while, and she said she couldn't go very long without it. I bet that's why she's sick. Why didn't I see it earlier?

Elizabeth shifted and then sat up.

"Morning Syrus," she said, rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning. Liz, I think I know why you're sick," I said.

"It's because I'm pregnant," she said, a little annoyed.

"When was the last time you had blood?" I asked.

"The last blood I had was from that deer a while back. Wait, you don't think that's why I'm sick..." she said.

"Yes I do, and I want to change that," I said, getting a confused look from my lover.

"You want me to take you're blood?" she asked, and I nodded. "No, I won't! I don't want to hurt you!"

"Elizabeth, please, do it for your health. Do it for the baby," I said, lifting the hair from my neck.

"All right, but Im not going to take as much as I normally would, for your sake," she said before wrapping her arms around me and biting down on my neck. Pain ripped trough me, but I didn't show it.

"Syrus, I'm hurting you, I can sense it," she said, removing her fangs.

"Only a little, please do it," I said, and she put her fangs back in, but she didn't keep them there. Once a steady stream of blood was flowing, she removed her fangs and sucked the blood from the area. It actually felt pretty good. I let out a small moan, and she stopped.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, smirking.

"Y-yes," I said, panting. I let out another moan as she began licking my neck, cleaning the blood. I saw her hands regain their color, and she removed her mouth. I was startled at first, but let out another moan as her finger rubbed my neck. I turned around and planted a kiss on her mouth before she pulled me down on top of her.

a few hours later

I was holding Elizabeth in my arms, and the both of us were panting and covered in sweat, the product of hours of lust-filled love making. She gently wormed her way out of my grasp and retrieved her clothes from the floor, putting them back on rather quickly.

"I'll probably have to leave soon," she said, sitting back on the bed. I looked at the clock: 9:45.

"Actually, we've still got some time," I said, rolling over in the bed. I saw a unique sparkle in her eyes, the very sparkle that made me fall for her in the first place.

"You're looking so much better," I said, smiling.

"I have you to thank for that," she said as I slipped my clothes back on. I wrapped my arms around her, startling her.

"So, seven more months until we're parents," I said.

"Eight. Werewolf pregnancies are always around ten months," she said before gasping.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worried. She did nothing but guide my hand to her stomach. I was confused until I felt a very small kick. I hugged her close to me, and for a few moments, all of our troubles were forgotten.

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I know, world's sappiest ending, but it's 11:18 p.m and I have been having writer's block. Sorry about not updating in forever.