Impossibilites

Kenzie looks huge now. There’s no hiding that she’s pregnant now. It’s so crazy now, I was getting more dreams for the baby, she was constantly reminding me about what is at stake when I turn Kenzie.

But what was not so great was that Kenzie was covered in bruises from the baby kicking her. I wish the baby wasn’t so strong and abusing her so much. I’ve had to give her more of my blood because the baby broke two of her ribs.

I also got the nursery done a week ago with Tay and Cameron’s help. Kenzie and I decided on black walls with white pinstriping. For the floor, I laid out light grey carpet to break up the black and white. Then for the furniture, we went with white. In the crib, we had black bedding. Kenzie wanted the room to be gender neutral until she knew the gender of the baby. But I know the gender of the baby, but I won’t tell her if she wants to be surprised.

“Ugh,” Kenzie groaned as she laid on our bed. She looked terrible still, even when I tried to prevent her from getting like this. She was pale, too pale. Her eyes were dark and the bags under her eyes were even darker. She looked like she was dying from some cancer.

“What’s wrong,” I asked her.

“I’m so thirsty,” she sighed, “This baby is not happy with two blood bags a day. It’s draining me of my energy.”

“I know,” I told her, “I’ll get you some blood, okay. Stay in bed.”

I went down to the basement where I kept our blood bag stock. We were going through a lot of bags, but it was because of Kenzie’s diet. I consume one bag every other day or so. But Jack has had to go on several raids to different hospitals to get us a few bags at each blood bank, being careful to not cause red flags to pop up that could get traced back to us.

I got into the room and I saw Kenzie staring at her stomach. That’s when I saw a new bruise forming on her fragile body. I knew this was a bad idea, but it was what she wanted. She wanted this. I just have to live with the consequences and watch as she withers away from the baby stealing her life.

I regret evening getting involved with her life. I ruined her chances of having a normal life. She was supposed to grow old and grey with a human guy. She was supposed to have a normal family. She was supposed to not go through so much shit. But yet she is, and it’s all my fault.

That’s when I thought back to a dream I had after I first met Kenzie. The specific dream I was thinking about was the one in the clearing. I remember seeing Kenzie as a vampire. And then I remembered the child in her arms. That was our child. Our baby was will her in that dream. And that was the future we’re living right now.
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“Someone’s regretting something,” Jack said. He and I were in the living room, watching football and sipping on some beers.

“I’m regretting the last six years,” I told him, “I wish I hadn’t dragged Kenzie into this.”

“You didn’t drag her,” he patted my shoulder, “She took your hand and walked with you into this. She wanted in on this. She made the choice to be with you.”

“Yeah,” I looked at him, “I just wish I was human right now. That we were just expecting a normal human baby. That Kenzie wasn’t wasting away as her due date, when it comes, gets here. I hate what I’ve become in the last 300 years.”

“Well we’re dealt a certain hand in life,” he advised, “And we have no choice but to play it out as best as we can.”

Jack had a point. He was always good at finding them. Given, he’s more like to be a moron, but when he’s serious, he’s wise beyond his years. That’s why he’s my best friend.

“Hm, Alex,” I looked up to see Kenzie waddling down the stairs.

“Kenzie,” I ran to her side with my vampire speed, “Why are you out of bed?”

“I’m too hot upstairs,” she complained as she groaned at the baby kicking her, “Can I stay down here for the rest of the pregnancy?”

“Sure,” I told her as I led her to the couch, “Just don’t walk around too much from now on, okay.”
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I didn’t want to stay up in our room while Kenzie was staying in the living room. I opted to sleep on the floor while Kenzie stayed on the couch. I was also restless and didn’t sleep very much anymore. But I stayed awake and watch Kenzie. I could see her womb growing every night. It was scary at how fast everything was progressing now. She could go into labor anytime it seemed.

“Why couldn’t it be 1709,” I sighed to myself, “I wish Carmina never got to me.”

“Dad,” I froze and looked up to find our daughter standing by Kenzie’s feet.

“I’m not sleeping though,” I whispered, “How are you doing this?”

“I can make you see what I want you to,” she replied, “Both awake and asleep.”

“Why are you here,” I asked her.

“I wanted to see you,” she replied, “But to tell you something.”

“And what’s that,” I asked.

“You might regret how Mom has lived her life these last few years,” she explained, “But you won’t regret anything when you meet me.”

“We don’t even have a name for you yet,” I told her, “But I will always regret what I’ve influenced how your mom’s life to be. You could be a human baby, and perfectly normal.”

“But I don’t want to be normal,” she sat down on her knees in front of me and took hold of my hands, “I want to be me. The daughter of a vampire and a human. A child created to bring love back to her father. I love you, daddy. And I am so proud to have you as my dad.”

She vanished before I could say anything to her. I looked over at Kenzie’s sleep form. I rested my hand on her belly and smiled as the baby shifted around gently inside her, reacting to my touch.

“I love you too,” I smiled and kissed Kenzie’s bump. I was excited to meet my daughter. I couldn’t wait to name her.

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