I know it has been a while since I posted the first two parts to this story. The fact is I just plain forgot that the last part had not been uploaded.
Part 3: What to do about the ex
After three days of becoming sick on rising in the evening Bonnie walked around in a daze. She had all but given up the idea of having a baby, especially with Paul. She walked into the bedroom where Paul was reading a book of eighteenth century French poetry. Bonnie wore a diaphanous gown cinched under her breast. She was not showing yet, but she could tell she had put on a pound or two.
Bonnie sat on the edge of the bed and took the book from Paul's hand. She was smiling her most brilliant smile when he looked at her.
"What is it dear?"
"I have something to tell you. You're going to be a father."
Paul stared at her, dumbfounded. "What are you saying Bonnie?"
"I'm going to have a baby, and you are the father."
"You're serious."
"Of course I'm serious."
Paul closed his eyes, his jaw slack unmoving, slowly a smile began to form and at that moment anyone could believe he was a normal mortal man. "I'll be right back," he said.
Even as he spoke, he vanished. Bonnie stood beside the bed puzzled. Before she could move away from the bed, Paul returned. She laughed with delight when she saw him holding masses of red roses still dripping water from wherever he had found them.
Paul dropped the flowers and he began to remove Bonnie's clothes by hand. He was entirely too impatient to remove his own clothing and they simply disappeared. Bonnie came with him to the floor sprawling out on the bed of roses. The thorns prickled their skin but they ignored them as they took their pleasure. The thorns had left Paul and Bonnie with dozens of small wounds and they finished their lovemaking, licking each other closing the wounds.
Paul lifted Bonnie and carried her into their crypt. She began to worry because the look on his face was so serious.
"What's wrong, Paul?"
"Nothing."
"Please Paul, I know you well enough to know that something is bothering you."
Paul lay Bonnie inside the coffin, and took several paces away from her. He seemed to shudder under an invisible weight, returned to her. He wanted so much to shed a tear but could not because of what he was. Taking her face in his hands, he said, "I'm sorry, there has never been a live birth from a vampire."
"No, you have a daughter waiting to be born. You cannot have these negative thoughts. You cannot give these negative thoughts to me. I'll not allow it."
Paul was shocked at her vehemence regarding the child. "Believe me, there is nothing I wouldn't do to insure the safety and health of our child, but . . ."
"But nothing Paul."
"Very well, but there is something that we have put off far too long, your husband."
