Walking down into the lobby, Margaret and Dracula stopped when they saw guests impatiently waiting at the front desk.
Grinding her fangs, Margaret's eyes flashed ice blue as she made her way to the front desk.
"My goodness, Leonard. If you really looked that hideous, I don't think I could hang out with you."
"Are you kidding me?"
The employees behind the front desk looked to Margaret.
"What is this? A party? Pick up the phone!"
Hearing the anger and annoyance in her voice, the human fly picked up the phone and the zombie bell hop put his phone away.
"Porridge head, have you called a hearse for the Gremlinbergs?"
When she looked to the computer screen, she only became more fueled with rage.
"No, you're looking at your Facebook page."
Grabbing the computer, Margaret went to throw into the wall when her husband stopped her.
"Margaret, my bleeding heart. Calm down."
"Well, I can't stand people slacking off when there is work to be done."
After she slammed the computer back down, Margaret made her way up the stone stairwell with her husband watching her.
What was wrong with her?
As Margaret made her way back to her and Drac's room, she suddenly became nauseous.
Rushing into their bathroom, Margaret made her way to the toilet then emptied the contents of her stomach.
She couldn't stand this.
Why?
Why did this have to happen during all of this fuss over Dennis?
"My bleeding heart?"
Immediately, Margaret flushed the toilet.
"Honey bat?"
"I'll be out in a minute."
After she washed her mouth out, Margaret walked out to see her husband.
"Are you all right?"
"Oh, yes. I'm fine."
"What was the big fuss in the lobby over?"
"I, just…I'm a little under the weather."
"Then you should be in bed."
Picking her up, Dracula took her over to their coffin then laid her down.
"Do you need anything?"
"Oh, no. I'll be fine."
"Well, just call if you need anything."
"I will. Thank you, my Count."
"Of course, my bleeding heart."
Moving toward her, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head then he made his way out of the room.
Once Dracula was gone, Margaret massaged her temples.
She couldn't tell him.
Not now.
Not while they already had so much on their plate.
Dennis was their number one priority right now.