Elijah sighed, the tiny newborn baby on his bare chest, this was practically a dream, a scene he had never been able to even think could become real. He was a vampire, unable to procreate due to his condition, yet here he was, and here you were, pressed against his side, your head on his shoulder, watching your baby who was, quite literally, a product of magic.

You had suggested skin-to-skin contact with the baby, and he had read about it, so you decided to do it. And there he was, with his shirt off, and a tiny baby in his arms, the three of you lying in bed, your little Henrik sleeping peacefully.

"So small..." Elijah mumbled with a small. "Such a precious creature..."