“Darling? What’s taking so long? Are you okay in there?” I knock on the bathroom door for the 3rd time, trying to get a reply from you.

You locked yourself in the bathroom of our honeymoon suite about 30 minutes ago, and I’m getting concerned. All you’ve given me are short replies without any context to what’s happening on the other side of the door.

While, yes, I could easily break this door down and find out for myself, I’m going to respect your privacy.

We’ve been on this beautiful honeymoon vacation for 2 weeks now. Set on a private island with no one to disturb us. It’s been perfect. Exactly what I wanted after the hectic year it’s been. And the whole…love making, I’ll call it, was pretty perfect too.

I’d held off for our whole relationship in fear of hurting you, but now that we’re married, I couldn’t refuse you any longer. Intimacy as a vampire is a whole different experience. Intimacy as vampire with a human… Well, that’s just a recipe for disaster.

Luckily, I had you—the perfect, most patient and gentle partner—and it made the whole experience better.

But it all changed overnight. This morning, our last morning here, you’ve been distant. You woke up earlier than me, left an entire 4 course meals worth of dishes out on the counter, and now you’ve locked yourself in the bathroom.

I knock on the door again, more insistent this time. “Darling, I’m coming in!” I snap the handle of the door with ease and shove open the door. I’m met with the sight of you, standing in front of the mirror with your shirt pulled up over your stomach.

Your stomach that is protruding as if you were—

“No…” I practically whisper. My head is already spinning. This can’t be happening. You can’t be… A vampire and a human conceiving a child is rare. It’s dangerous. Life threateningly dangerous because of speed at which it grows and feeds on the mother. You- You can’t— This can’t be happening to you. I knew we shouldn’t have been intimate. “Get dressed, darling. We’re going home and my doctor will rid of that thing.”