Sitting up in bed, Margaret was quietly reading when she saw her husband go over to the calendar.
"My darling,"
Coming to a stop, Dracula looked to her.
"Yes, my bloody heart?"
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing."
Taking a red pen, Dracula marked off another day on the calendar.
"Staring and marking the calendar isn't going to make our grandson come any faster."
"I know, I know."
After putting the red pen on top of the calendar, Drac made his way over to his and Margaret's coffin.
After slipping into the coffin, he grabbed the coffin door then closed it.
Once he laid down, Margaret placed her head on his chest.
After months and months of waiting, the day finally came.
Standing outside the waiting room, Dracula and Margaret quietly waited.
Even though Dracula and Margaret owned the hotel and they were family, they were not allowed to be in the room.
"That's it!"
Margaret looked up from her book to her husband.
"I'm going in."
"But, my dear Count, the doctor said…"
"Do you forget that we own this hotel?"
"I know but the Doctor said…"
"I don't care what he said. I'm going in."
Margaret let out a deep sigh.
"All right."
Margaret went back to her book as Dracula went to enter the room.
Of course, he was stopped by the doctor.
"I'm sorry, sir. Only the father."
"Yes, yes, yes. Of course. Only the father even though I own the hotel and I'm the grandfather."
When the doctor walked back in and closed the door behind him, Margaret let out a small chuckle.
Hearing her chuckle, Dracula looked to her.
"What's so funny?"
"I told you so."
Letting out a groan, her husband sat down next to her on the bench.
"They'll call us in there after the baby is born."
"But I want to be in there when the baby is born."
"I do too but there is nothing we can do."
Margaret wished that she had not said what she said when Dracula got a mischievous smile on his face.
"Oh, no."
"This is ridiculous."
Margaret was dressed as a male doctor and Dracula was dressed as a nurse.
"Let's go."
"Wait a minute!"
"What?"
Dracula turned and looked to his wife.
"Why am I dressed as the doctor and you're the nurse?"
"Uh, uh, uh…"
Margaret held up her hands.
"Let's just go."
The soft sound of a baby crying rang through the room.
In the (real) doctor's hands was a baby boy, with crazy, red hair, wrapped in blue.
Dracula took the baby from the (real) doctor.
"It's a boy! It's a boy! The Dracula blood line carries on."
Dracula brought the baby to close to him.
"No one will harm you while I'm around."
Walking up to Dracula, Margaret took the baby away.
"Thank you, nurse."
Margaret looked at the baby in her arms with love in her eyes.
"Hello, my darling."
"Auntie Marg, can I have my baby?"
Margaret looked up to her niece/daughter-in-law.
"If I was, Auntie Marg, I would say 'yes' but I'm the Doctor."
She pulled Dracula over to her.
"And this is my nurse…"
"Francine."
"Here you go."
When Mavis took the baby into her arms, Margaret and Dracula looked at them over with love in their eyes.