Mavis was propped up in bed while Jonathan stroked her swollen stomach.
Cause you're Daddy's girl…or boy
Daddy's girl…or boy
"I'm hungry again, honey."
Jonathan looked up at Mavis.
"Can you get me some ice cream with anchovies?"
Dracula flew through the window and landed next to the bed.
"No, no, no. You must not give into your cravings. It's not good for the baby."
Using his magic, Dracula made a book appear.
"You need to increase your spider intake so he'll be able to climb ceilings properly and eat lots of sheep bile."
Walking into the room, Margaret made her way over to her fiancé.
"Spiders and sheep bile?"
"Yes, my bleeding heart. They're the perfect things for little vampires."
"I appreciate it, Dad. But, we don't know if the kid is going to be a vampire."
"With thousand years of Dracula genes? Not a chance."
"My darling,"
Dracula looked to Margaret.
"The chances of the child being a vampire are very slim."
"Oh, come on. She has Dracula and Lubov genes in her."
"Actually, Dad. I would be happy with the kid being a human like Johnny. I don't care what the baby is as she or he is healthy."
"Of course. A healthy little vampire."
"Or human."
"Yes, a human that can fly as a bat."
Rolling her eyes, Margaret sat on the side of Mavis' bed then presented her with a bowl.
"Here, sweet fangs. Just have some Monster Ball soup. It's your mother's recipe."
"Oh,"
Mavis took the soup.
"Thank you, Auntie Marge. It's just like when I was a kid."
Suddenly, Mavis burst into tears.
Dracula and Jonathan were confused but Margaret just smiled.
"Don't worry. It's just hormones."
Wrapping a single arm around her niece's shoulders, Margaret pulled her close then rested her head on top of Mavis'.