The next nine months went buy in a blur of doctors appointments, cooking, cleaning, watching T.V., and having the weirdest cravings. It ended up working out well, though. Everything was going like it was supposed to, and I knew that my baby was going to be healthy, and happy. I was eating a lot, but that was okay, and actually a good thing, because I was eating for two people. I told Don that it would have been fine if he needed to drink from me again, but he refused to the moment he found out I was pregnant. He told me that the baby needed to by my main focus, and even though it wasn't very good, he'd get buy on plasma juice.



He loved the baby, and as soon as he would come home from work, he'd spend 15 minuets talking to my tummy, and telling the baby that was growing inside of me-our baby-how much he loved it, and how he would be the very best daddy in the entire world. He kept saying how he'd buy our little angel all the toys it wanted, how he'd spend as much time as he could with it, and how he couldn't imagine how happy he'd be when they baby did come.



After he spoke to the baby, he'd start talking to me and we'd spend the rest of the evening chilling out, and cuddling. Life was going by slowly, but pleasently, and the excitement of having a baby on the way just made everything better. Life was going good. Don and I were both making excellent money, and even though my Aunt Wilma died, she left me 31K in inheretince, so, Don and I used it to expand the house, and make room for baby.



On March 12th at 4:30 in the morning, Tabitha Joy Stephens was born. I had her at the hospital, and by the time I cane home, her room was ready for her. She was born a vampire baby, meaning that Don had passed his vampirsim on to our child.



At first, it didn't bother me. So my daughter was just a little different than most little girls. She was still beautiful, she was still mine, and I still loved her more than I loved anything in the world, but I almost felt bad for her. She was going to be ridiculed when she went to day care, and eventually, school. She was going to be an outsider, because she'd be a vampire's child. My heart ached for her, and I wanted to cure her of her vampirsim, as soon as possible, no matter the cost. I called the Science Facility as soon as I could, and asked them how old my daughter would need to be to be able to drink the cure. They said she'd have to be a young adult, because the effects the cure might have on children are extremely negative, so it was best to wait.

My heart sank. I held my beautiful Tabitha in my arms, my little Tabby, and tried my best to not worry too much about her future.



would spend hours in her room each night, just looking at her, holding her, telling her how much I loved her, and that I'd be there for her, and I'd be her best friend, and that no matter what happened, I'd take care of her, and make sure that she was happy.



This was about the time that Don started working a lot more. He had to, we needed money. He'd wake up at four,shower, be at the office by six, hold a meeting before seven, work all day, eat some plasma fruit, and then go back to holding meetings until eight in the evening, then he'd have to report to his boss, tell her what happened throughout the day, and then he'd head home. Often times, he wouldn't be back until ten at night. By this time, both Tabby and I had both been in bed, her for two hours, me for one. I was always exhausted by the end of the day. I was still working as a stylist, but, I was working from home so I could take care of Tabby, and when I wasn't styling, I was cleaning the house, or making something for myself to eat, taking care of Tabby, or trying to take care of the house.



So, of course, if Tabby woke up in the middle of the night, I'd have to get up and take care of her, no matter what, because Don had to work in the morning, and my appointments didn't come in until 10 AM. So, I'd get up with her, change her diaper, feed her, snuggle her, comfort her, tell her everything was okay, and all of that. I really didn't mind too much, it just bothered me that Don wasn't stepping up to be a father. I never saw him with her. Ever. He never went in to check on her, he never gave her toys, I don't think she ever even saw her father, and that was the thing that bothered me the most.



When she became a toddler, her vampirism was much more noticeable. The other little kids didn't want to play with her at the park, so she'd play by herself. She didn't really seem to mind though, it seemed as if she enjoyed being alone. I always fed her and put her to bed sometime around eight at night. Before I'd put her to bed, I'd sing to her, just soft little lullabies, but she really enjoyed them, and more often than not, they would put her right to sleep.

I was the one who taught her how to walk, how to talk, and I was also the one who potty trained her. It seemed like it was really only the two of us, and it seemed like Don, for the most part was out of the picture. He was always either at work, or asleep, or when he did have some free time, he'd be watching TV, or at the gym.




So, for the most part, it was just me and Tabby. I could leave her to play alone in her room most of the time, she didn't mind. She enjoyed sitting in her room and playing with her toys, especially the one that my Great Uncle Timmy gave to her. He ended up dying not too long after he sent her that toy, and since I was his only living relative, over the age of 21, he left me 30k. I placed that money in a savings account, so we could add a real second story to our home.

I told this to Don, and he seemed to be indifferent. There was something wrong, and every time I would try and talk to him, he simply would insist that nothing was wrong and he would end the conversation.



I was making myself some lunch one Sunday afternoon, and Tabby was playing in her room, while Don was sitting there, watching T.V, this was the first time I saw him stay at home for more than fifteen minuets in weeks. I ate my lunch and decided that I needed to go over and speak to him about Tabby. Tell him that it bothered me that she had inherited being a vampire, that it bothered me that he never spent any time with her, and that I wished he'd take a few days off to spend with his family.



The discussion quickly turned into an argument.

"Look, Don, I'm not trying to make you feel bad! I'm just trying to talk to you! We hardly even see each other anymore! You never see me, you never see Tabby, and she's your daughter! She's a vampire because of you, and you should be there for her! I know she's young right now, but she's going to need you to tell her how to cope with being a vampire in the near future. You should be talking to her, you should have been helping me teach her how to talk, walk and become potty trained! But no! All you ever do is work, and when you're not working, you're either at the gym, or watching T.V, can't you please just spend some time with your family? Tabby and I need you."

"Harmony, shut up! I'm stressed out after working so long and the only two things that calm me down are working out and watching TV. I can't stop working, Harmony, we need money. You're always working on something, another addition, better counters, more furniture, repairs, clothes, if I stopped working so hard we would never have any money because of your ridiculous spending! And oh, Tabby's a vampire because of me? No, really? I know that, but you're her mother, so she's your responsibility!"

"She's our daughter, Don! She's our responsibility! And don't you DARE go into how much money I spend, all the money I've spent has been for the benefit of our family! All the money I've spent has been from my job, and the inheritance left by my dead family members! You seem to keep all of yours, I have no idea what the hell you do with it, you certainly don't do anything for me and Tabby! What happened, Don? Four years ago, right before Tabby was born, you loved me. When she was born, you loved her too. You used to love us, Don. Now, you're never around. She hardly even knows who you are. She'll ask me where you are, sometimes. She asks me why she never gets to see you. She misses you, Don. I miss you, too."



Don sighed.

"I'm sorry, okay? I still love you, Harmony, I do. I-I just don't know what else I'm supposed to do. I'm supposed to work, and you're yelling at me because I'm working too much! That's insane! You're insane! You told me that you didn't mind that I was a vampire, and that you wouldn't mind if we had vampire children, but now, you're yelling at me because our first child is a vampire? Did you just now realize what she was going to go through? I thought you knew when I told you it was going to be a possibility! ******, Harmony!"

"Don...I'm just concerned. And I feel like you don't love us anymore. It's always me who's with Tabby, you never even come inside her room to even check on her. You don't even put your arms around me when we sleep anymore. We're always facing away from each other. I feel so alone in this, Don. I do. I love you so much, but I feel unwanted by you. Couldn't you burn off stress by talking to me? By playing with Tabby?"



Goddamnit, Harmony!" He shouted, "I'm trying okay! Just-! Screw it, Harmony, just fuck it. I'm going out for awhile." He shouted and walked towards the door.

"Don-wait, I-" Before I could finish, he slammed the door.

I sat back against the wall and cried. I cried for a long, long time. The only reason I stopped was because Tabby needed to be put down for her afternoon nap.



That night was the first night in six years that I slept alone. I fell asleep, just kind of accepting that Don wasn't going to come home.




However, around 4:45 in the morning, I heard him walk in the front door. I walked out of the room and saw him walking towards the kitchen. I stopped right in front of him, and my anger ended up getting the best of me.

"Where the HELL have you been! Do you even know what time it is! I was worried sick! You should have been home hours ago! Why didn't you call?"


I was fuming, and I felt like I was on the verge of tears.



"You haven't even noticed, have you?" He whispered.

"Notice wha-" I stopped, because I just realized what he was talking about.

He was human again.



I held onto him as tightly as I could, he was so warm. I cried into his shoulder, and he kissed my forehead. It was going to be okay. He was human, he changed back, because he thought that was what was going to make me happy. I wasn't going to have to have anymore vampire children, not that I minded. I was going to have someone warm to sleep next to, and Tabby was going to have her daddy. A human daddy, yes, but she would at least have her daddy.

At least, that's what I thought.



In the years that followed, Don would work even longer hours, and, he'd go on buisness trips almost each weekend, so, it wouldn't be unusual for him to not come home. I got accustomed to sleeping alone.




We lived like this for two more years, before I got a call from his boss. She was crying, and she told me that Don had been sleeping with her for the past year and a half, and she thought that she might be pregnant with his kid.

When he came home that night I was angrier than I had ever been.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING? Is that why you hardly ever come home anymore? 'Cause you're with your boss? How could you, Don? I've been faithful to you! I haven't even LOOKED at another man since we've been together. I've even stayed faithful to you throughout all of this, even though you'd be gone for days at a time! I don't understand, Don! What have I done to deserve this!"

"I'm sorry, Harmony, but, I just couldn't not do it! You never want me anymore, and I have needs, Harmony."

"Who said I didn't want you anymore? I think it's you who doesn't want me anymore, actually, it is you that doesn't want me, you've proved it!"

"You know what? Maybe you're right, maybe I don't want you anymore, but you know what? Maybe that's your fault because you're always so nasty all the time and nit picking me about how I'm never here!"



"Sweet jesus, Don! I-You know what! Never mind, I want a devorce, and as of right now, you are moved out of this house. I loved you, Don, I did, but you know what? I'm done with you! I don't want anything to do with you anymore. I never want to see you again, ever. I want you out of my life. I'm done with this, this is over."

"Awe, Harmony-"

"GET OUT." I screamed, pushing him towards the door.



"You know what?" He shouted, "FINE. Fine! I'm out of here, Harmony, I don't want any of this, I'll leave, I'll go away,you'll never hear from me again! I hope doing this makes you happy. I'm gone. I'll leave town, I'll go out to the middle of nowhere. I don't want to deal with any of this!"

And with that, he walked out of the door.



I heard crying, and I turned around, and I saw my six-year-old daughter standing by the door to her room. I ran over to her and gave her the biggest hug I could.

"Mommy, does daddy hate us?"

"I don't know sweetie. It doesn't matter now, though, honey. It's just you and me now. Daddy-daddy's gone, and he's not coming back. It's just us, like it's always been. But Tabby, I'm here for you, and I love you, and I'm not going to leave you. You're my baby, and I'm your mommy, and we're going to stick together, alright?"

All I got were sniffles and slight whimpers.

I cried with her, and I just hoped that everything would end up alright.