Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 507

Chapter 507: Meeting their daughter
“Is… he our son?” Belle asked, feeling strange and nervous. Apart from her heart feeling warmth toward these people, they were strangers to her, she knew nothing about them. They had been married for two years, yet the boy looked as though he would be six or seven years old. How was that possible?

Rohan put his hand behind Angel’s head and gently moved him forward when the boy still stayed behind.

Not wanting Angel to have high expectations, Rohan had quickly explained to him on their way that Belle had forgotten them, and that they would have to help her remember, or make new memories with her if it turned out impossible for her to recall the old ones.

The boy had looked confused and hurt that his mother wouldn’t remember them. ‘Mama will not know me anymore?’ he’d asked his father, looking up at his face with worried eyes.

Rohan had then said, ‘Not for long. If she sees us and stays with us for some time, she will eventually become the mama you know. It’s better than not having her at all in our life, Max.’

‘Then we will make her remember us, papa, and we will live like how we used to before the people took her from us. But papa, my heart is beating fast… I think I am afraid that mama will not want me anymore if she don’t know me.’

‘That will never happen. Your mama is not someone like that. It’s just her memories that are missing, but her heart still works the same. Even if memories are gone, the heart carries its own feelings and instinct. So don’t be afraid,’ Rohan had assured him softly, though he himself had been afraid then.

“This is our son, Angel Maxwell Dagon,” Rohan introduced, moving the boy to stand in between them.

She looked down at him with a small, hesitant smile, as if finding it hard to believe everything. “He just looks older than his age, but he’s just a year and a few months old. He grows faster than normal children,” Rohan explained, knowing she was wondering how they had a boy as grown as Angel when they had only been married for two years.

Belle’s eyes rounded in disbelief at the boy’s size and age. She wanted to believe it, but it seemed impossible that a boy that young could look so grown. Yet, despite not feeling entirely like they were a family or that he was her son, his innocent face made her heart warm, and she said,

“Hello, Angel. It’s nice to meet you.”

She raised her hand to touch his hair, but the boy suddenly moved forward, wrapping his arms around her hips as he hugged her, burying his head into her skirt as he began to cry.

“Mama…” he sobbed, holding her tight. He had missed her so much that it hurt to remember the moment he had seen her lying lifeless in his father’s arms. “I missed you so much…”

Belle’s heart tightened at the sound of his sobs, and something inside her broke. She instinctively moved down to her knees, hugging him to her chest, rubbing his hair, and wiping his cheeks. “It’s okay… son. I am here now. Everything will be fine,” she assured him, guided by a motherly instinct even though she didn’t feel it fully yet.

“But you don’t remember me… and Papa… and Roseline…” Angel cried, his tears soaking into her coat. “You won’t be like Mama if you don’t remember.”

Belle moved back slightly and cupped his cheeks in her palms. Memories or no memories, this poor boy was hurting, and he needed his mother’s reassurance. The tears kept pouring, but she managed a soft, warm smile.

“Will you stop crying for me now, darling, if I tell you I will try my best to remember?”

The endearment, spoken in the familiar tone she had always used for him, made Angel’s tears slow as he lifted his face to look into her gentle smile.

“You know… just because I don’t remember doesn’t mean I’m not the same. If I have you all with me, then perhaps, in no time, I will remember everything. You will help me remember, won’t you?” she asked softly, stroking his cheeks. Unlike with the man who was her husband, it was easier to touch the boy and give him the comfort he so desperately needed.

Angel bobbed his head. “I will. I have something for you, Mama.” He slipped his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a folded parchment, handing it to her.

Belle, still smiling, reached out to take the paper. “Something for me?” she mused, then opened it to find a lovely drawing of herself and the man standing nearby, whose eyes had never once left her, watching her with an intensity that made her feel strange.

The drawing depicted her standing with the man hugging her from behind, his head resting against her shoulder. They both wore warm smiles, and she was… pregnant, with the man’s arm wrapped around her stomach from behind.

“I made this when Roseline was still in your stomach, Mama. Do you remember?” he asked, hopeful eyes looking up at her.

Belle’s face suddenly scrunched in discomfort as a sharp pain stabbed through her head when she searched her mind for a memory. She grabbed the side of her head, and Rohan quickly stepped forward, gently pulling Angel back.

“Don’t force her to remember now, Angel. She will gradually remember. Let’s take it slowly from here. Are you all right, sweetheart?” Rohan asked, reaching out his hand to help her back to her feet. He steadied her with an arm around her waist and a palm flattened against her stomach in a familiar, intimate way. But the moment she stood, she stepped away from his hold, as if uncomfortable with his touch, and said,

“I am fine. It’s just a headache that comes when I try to force myself to remember something. Did Angel make this drawing?” she asked, noticing the brief flash of hurt in the man’s eyes because she had pulled away and put distance between them. It had only been a subconscious movement, she simply hadn’t yet warmed up to him as a husband enough to let him touch her in such a familiar way.

Rohan gave a small, understanding nod and placed a hand on his son’s head. “He draws beautifully and has so much more where that came from. He draws all the time and puts his pictures all over the walls of our room. When there was no more space, I got a chest for him under the bed, where he keeps them safe…” He trailed off, noticing Belle rubbing her head again, wincing as the pain returned.

Not wanting to strain her further by discussing memories that might worsen her headache, he gently changed the subject. “You haven’t met Roseline yet,” he said, beginning to untie the sling that held the baby close against him. Roseline blinked up at him, wide-eyed, her lips twitching as if she were already trying to smile.

“Hello, princess,” he cooed softly, touching a finger to her tiny chin to encourage the smile. Belle watched, curiosity softening her expression.

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A/N

Hey guys, Roseline image has been added!