You fell in love with a vampire years ago, married him on a condition that he would never bite to convert you. Life is good, you get to keep both your love and humanity. However, you forgot to account for a teething baby biting you

“For the last time, could you stop laughing at me? This is serious!” “Sorry, sorry, it's just all these years you basically didn't french kiss me and now - hahaha” You didn't think you'd even see an ethereal vampire doubled over holding his stomach, laughing at you. But here you are holding your toddler at arms lengths as you felt blood drip down the back of your hand. And the little rascal had the audacity to giggle at you as well. All these years of caution for not

“Okay, okay, I think I got it all out. Give them to me and you go get a tissue. Unless you want me to take care of your ouchie?”

he grabbed the adorable little hell spawn from your hands. Giving his best deadpan look. Aside from the occasional twitch of his lips and still trembling shoulders, he really pulled it off. You grumbled again, which set off your husband as a chuckle slipped past him

“Look on the bright side, you'll be around much longer, no more sickness, and you'll be able to literally bite your coworkers head off and share the blood bag. It'll be so romantic”