Chapter Thirteen

Six weeks had gone by since my daughter was born, *she was so perfect and beautiful in every way* , I thought to myself. My husband came up behind me wrapping his arms around my Waist. ''Yes, she is just like her mother.'' He said as he kissed my cheek lightly. "Charles Denali, you're gonna give me a heart attack sneaking up on me like that.'' I glared at him out of the corner of my eyes as I put our sleeping beauty, Aurora Rose, into her crib and then turned on the baby monitor.

As we headed back to our room I let a thought enter my mind for Charles to intercept *The doctor said I was fully healed you know what that means* I looked over at my husband and he was showing his fangs as he let a devilish grin come across his face.

He scoops me up and takes off at vampire speed and lightly tossed me onto our king size bed. He stands there Looking at me with those seductive blue eyes as if he was undressing me with them. He starts kissing the top of my foot making his way slowly up my leg as he nears my lady parts I let out a slight moan "Mmm that feels good." just as I spoke he starts licking my c.l.i.t. hungrily "Mary you taste so good my dear." he said as he wiped off his chin.

He then continues kissing up my stomach and stops at my perky tender breasts and takes my nipple into his mouth licking and biting it ever so softly causing my breathing to get Faster and heavier. I push him over and onto his back as I see his nice big bulge in his pants.

I slowly take his c.o.c.k. out of his pants and I take it in my mouth slowly and ease it slowly down my throat. "Oh Mary don't stop."

Charles moans out in pleasure. I start to suck on his throbbing c.o.c.k. faster and faster. He then grabs me " I must have you, NOW!" He said as he thrusts himself deep inside me I could feel myself bursting with pleasure as he continues to pound me harder and faster.

"Oh Charles I am going to c.u.m.!" I shout and at that time I could feel him burst inside me as we both came together in pure ecstasy. " I love you Charles." I said kissing him softly. " I love you two Mary I have waited my whole life for you." He told me as I drifted off into a deep sleep.

The next morning I wokeup to see that Charles wasn't anywhere in the room so I get up and quickly get dressed as I was still naked from last nights passion. I left our room and went down the hall to the nursery and as I entered I could hear Charles singing to Aurora. "Hush little princess don't say a word daddy's gonna buy you a mawking bird.''

I walked closer to him as he was standing there rocking and singing. "Everything alright?" I asked him. He nodded " I heard this little one crying over the monitor so daddy came to the rescue." A huge smile escaped his lips.

"Well me and her are pretty lucky to have such a wonderful man in our lives." I told him grinning. He lays Aurora in her bed and walks over to me kissing me passionately. " No I am the lucky to have two beautiful girls to call mine." He chuckled as he pinched my a.s.s. "Ouch" I slapped his hand playfully.

All of a sudden there was a commotion going on in the hallway outside the doors. " It's time, it's time!" Randall was shouting foolishly about the halls. "What is the meaning of all this brother your going to wake the baby." Charles said sternly.

"Lisa's water broke she wants you with her Mary.'' He said looking at me sheepishly I nodded and looked at Charles and I said alound in my head *Watch the baby for me and feed her please* He nodded at me and I took off in a hurry to the Royal Doctor.

I could hear Lisa screaming as I dashed through the opulent corridors, her mind raced with a mix of concern and excitement. The castle, usually a bastion of order, was now a hive of frenzied activity. Servants scurried like startled mice, whispers fluttered like moths in the dim light, and the air was thick with anticipation. Mary's thoughts were a whirlwind as she navigated the labyrinthine halls, each tapestry and armor-clad statue a blur in her peripheral vision.

Upon reaching the Royal Doctor's quarters, Mary found the room awash with the midwives' urgent preparations. Lisa, her face a portrait of both agony and hope, clutched the sheets with a warrior's resolve. The Royal Doctor, a man of science and superstition, chanted an old midwife's rhyme under his breath, believing it would ease the labor.

"Through pain, life emerges, through struggle, it thrives," he murmured, his hands steady despite the chaos. Mary, taking her place beside Lisa, became a pillar of strength, her voice a soothing balm amidst the storm of cries and commands.

Outside, the castle continued its erratic dance. Charles, left in the nursery with little Aurora, found himself in a duel of wits with the infant. Her cries, though lacking words, were commanding and insistent, a queen in her own right demanding attention. Charles, ever the doting father, tried every trick in the book to appease his tiny monarch, from funny faces to a puppet show using his socks.

Meanwhile, Randall, the harbinger of the commotion, was now tasked with the most perilous mission of all: fetching the water from the well. His journey, a mere sprint across the courtyard, became an epic tale in his mind, complete with imaginary dragons to slay and a kingdom's fate resting on his shoulders.

Back in the birthing room, the air shimmered with the raw power of life. Each contraction was a wave crashing against the shore, each breath a gust of wind filling the sails of existence. My hand clasped in Lisa's, whispered words of encouragement, painting visions of the future, of little feet pattering on stone floors, and laughter echoing in the grand halls.

As the dawn's first light crept through the window, casting a golden glow on the scene, two new cries pierced the air, distinct from the rest—cries of arrival, of triumph. The room, once a tempest, settled into a hushed reverence as the Royal Doctor lifted the newest member of the realm, a prince, and a princess into the world.

The castle, sensing the shift, exhaled a collective breath of joy. Even the portraits on the walls seemed to smile, their stoic faces softened in the morning light. Charles, upon hearing the news, whispered a silent prayer of thanks, his heart swelling with pride with the word of his niece and nephews arrival.

And so, the story continued, woven into the tapestry of the kingdom's history, a tale of love, life, and the endless dance between order and chaos. I, with a prince and princess in my arms and my little princess in my heart, stood at the center, a testament to the enduring power of family and the unbreakable bonds that hold them together.