Forever (Fallen 3)

Jonathon shrugged. “Maybe,” he said. He pulled me into his arms while I held Byren firmly in mine while he slurped down the formula. The stuff smelled gross to me, had when I was human too, but it was even worse now.

Jonathon looked from our son to me and a look of sadness crossed his face.

“Jonathon,” I whispered. I wished I could touch him but that was impossible with the hungry child in my arms. “I want you to know that I don’t regret my decision.”

He smiled sadly. “Are you sure?” he kissed the side of my neck. “I don’t want you to regret this.”

“I would’ve made this decision no matter what,” I looked at Ren. I glanced back up at Jonathon. “I told Diana, when I suspected I was pregnant again, that if I lost the baby,” I swallowed thickly, “that I was going to have you turn me.”

“What?” He asked, stunned.

I nodded my head. “You are my forever, Jonathon. Now, I have two bonuses,” I looked between the sleeping Makenna and the hungry Ren in my arms.

Jonathon pressed his lips to mine firmly. His hand cupped my cheek pressing me more firmly to him.

“Jonathon,” I smiled pulling away. “The baby.”

“Sorry,” he grinned. He leaned down to my ear. “It’s just… I haven’t had you to myself much since you woke up and I desperately want to make love to you.”

Color flooded my cheeks and I was startled by the sudden warmth. Blushing didn’t feel like this when you were human. My cheeks felt like twin flames.

“Jonathon,” I hissed.

He smirked.

“Well, it’s true,” he grinned like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, my cookie jar.

“Later,” I smiled as Ren took the last sip of his formula.

I put him up to my shoulder and he promptly produced a burp and fell fast asleep. I laid him down in the basinet by his sister. I lovingly patted Makenna’s plump pink cheek. I couldn’t believe these two perfect beings were ours.

Jonathon’s arms came around my waist and he pulled me back against him. I sighed longingly.

His lips brushed against my ear.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered.

“Yours,” I conceded.

* * *

It was the next day, and Jonathon and I were lying in the bed having some much needed ‘us’ time. His finger traced the naked skin of my arm. It felt nice. I had thought that maybe once I became a vampire I wouldn’t feel. But I did feel. I felt everything so much more powerfully. It was… amazing.

“That feels nice,” I purred.

He grinned and moved his finger down to trace my waist and hip.

“Jonathon,” I said.

He stopped and looked at me, noting the seriousness in my voice. “What is it principessa?”

“I- I want to see my mom,” I confessed.

His silver eyes widened. “You do? It’s been-”

“Years, I know. Four years to be exact,” I frowned. “But seeing Makenna and Ren- I would hate for them to feel towards me, what I’ve felt towards my mother. I need to make peace,” I sighed. “I want her to be in my life and her grandchildren’s life. I want my mom back,” I breathed.

Jonathon smiled. “I’m thrilled to hear that. You’re lucky to still have your mom. You’ll feel better making peace with her.”