Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264: Preparation For Labor_Part 2

The pie Rohan made wasn’t as bad as the soup. Belle ate that, along with some fresh fruit he had brought in from the yard for her. Afterwards, no matter how much she insisted on wanting to look around the house, Rohan sent her back to bed to rest. She had already slept for three days, so sleeping again wasn’t exactly possible.

That evening, he helped her bathe, and then gave her a tour around the small cottage and the vast yard. Belle realized they had their very own farmhouse, with many domestic animals, from cows to chickens and ducks that swam in the flowing creek. The entire place smelled like spring and flowers, of peace and harmony. It was a simple place with a life of its own. The grass was so green, and the sky so blue and clear, with birds flying overhead.

She enjoyed feeding the chickens at sunset as they gathered around her legs, making her laugh. And while she fed the chickens, she could see Rohan carrying a bundle of hay with ease on his broad shoulders to the stables, where two horses were kept. He was in there for a while before coming out with an axe to split logs of firewood he planned to use for preparing dinner.

Even though she insisted on cooking, he refused and said she could just instruct him instead of him having to read the damn book. He was hellbent on doing everything himself. Feeding the chickens was the only task he allowed her to do, and even that came with a rocking chair placed in the yard for her to sit on.

She had never actually thought Rohan could adjust to such a life, yet he belonged in it, completely, as though it had always been his. Since the moment she’d woken up, he had moved through it all with ease.

She might have come from a noble family, but her life hadn’t exactly been luxurious. She had fed the animals at the Dawson farmhouse and washed her sister’s dirty laundry, which made this life not too far from what she was already used to.

After everything that had happened in Bimmerville, this place felt like paradise.

To be quite honest, she had never known peace like the one she was feeling in that moment at sunset. The breeze was warm and comforting, and the soft sounds around her, it was bliss. She basked in it.

Her husband chopped the large logs of wood into smaller pieces, his muscles flexing as he raised the axe, sweat dripping from his forehead. He wore no gloves, nor did he try to hide his scars. He was free to be himself here too. She also noticed he was barefoot, the legs of his trousers folded up, revealing strong, tanned ankles. He looked so picture-perfect she wished she could paint this very moment, where sweat glistened over his bronze torso and narrowed waist.

She watched him finish his task, never once taking her eyes off him.

Belle wanted to help carry the logs inside, but of course, he wouldn’t let her touch a thing. Instead, he leaned down toward her with that boyish smirk of his, dark eyes glinting in the twilight, silently asking her to wipe his sweat for him.

"That’s the only work you’re allowed to do in this house until you’re relieved of the weight of the baby," he told her. "Now do your job and help your hubby wipe his sweat."

She rolled her eyes, but smiled as she used the sleeve of her day dress to dab at his forehead, then his nose, and then, slowly, the sharp edge of his jaw. "You’re ridiculous," she whispered.

"And you’re beautiful," he murmured back, stealing a kiss from her lips like he’d earned it. Quick. Sweet. But with enough heat to leave her breathless and wanting for more.

Then he hoisted the logs up like they weighed nothing and swaggered back toward the house, throwing her a wink over his shoulder.

Belle stood there, hands on her stomach, grinning like a girl in love, and not even trying to hide it.

Belle could hear him fixing the stove from where she stood. Then, looking up at the horizon, where the sky had begun to turn a purplish-orange, the gentle arrival of night, she closed her eyes and whispered a prayer, hoping this place would last longer than any other she had ever lived in.

’I’d give anything for this to last... That’s my only wish.’

That night, they slept on the bed with the pink drapes, its small size pressing them closer together than ever before. When they lay down, Belle in her nightdress and Rohan wearing only a loose, off-white shirt that reached his knees, one he had found among the male attires in the cottage that had once belonged to the widow’s late husband, he began to silently touch his wife with the clear intention of arousing her in the softly lit space.

And she allowed him, even shifting closer to meet his bold touch.

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