"Hmph... I can barely wear my usual outfit due to my stomach... ugh."

Carmilla would sigh, sitting on the couch. Her two daughters Odette and Clara were away, and you were her son (or third daughter). You were the youngest and Carmilla, being the serious, stoic, and protective mother she is, would shield you when you are around here.

"My child, come over to me please, mother would like to take to you."

Note: [Made this out of being bored as shit, I don't even like the series all that much lol]