Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 530

Chapter 530: Sneaking out together_Part 1
He was gone all day and returned home when the light had faded from the sky and the air was freezing at night. That became a habit in the next few days after his recovery, as there were many things to be done, especially restocking blood in the cottage.

But the best part of it was leaving in the morning and returning, knowing his family awaited his arrival.

To step into the kitchen and find her working at the stove, glancing shyly over her shoulder, then down at her hands, until he crossed the room and slipped both hands into her apron pockets, resting his chin on her shoulder. The simple act felt like belonging.

“Hello.”

To kiss her over her shoulder, awaiting the exquisite moment when she’d turn and loop her arms up in a welcoming embrace, as if inviting him into a quiet world made only for them.

To eat dinner from her plate and spoon, and to help her braid her hair at night before bed, enjoying every small domestic routine they had begun to build together.

“I will fix your hair in the morning before you go out again, Rohan. You can spare a few hours for those untamed strands to be trimmed and cut, no argument,” she’d said to him that night on their bed, and he’d not dared to refuse, even though he had a place to be first thing in the morning.

Finally having her doing his hair was the best part. To lean over the basin and shiver while she washed his hair with soap and warm water, then wilt on a kitchen chair while she dried, combed, and cut it. And sometimes during the cut, she kissed his ear, sometimes teased him when he dropped off to sleep at the soothing feeling of the comb running through his hair. He had slept off before she was done, and she had to awaken him with a kiss on the mouth to pull him out of the gentle haze.

Despite the workload on his shoulders, having her and the children made everything worthwhile for Rohan, except for the fact that every time he set eyes on Evenly, he got reminded that another man who deserved to be with his family was fighting for his life in the cave he had chained him to instead of being here. The guilt never left him, no matter how peaceful his days had become.

Evenly’s daughter was recovering and becoming stronger every day, but not as strong and active as her twin. Arielle was still a fragile little thing, where the cold in the mountain seemed way too harsh for the newborn, and most of the time Evenly would have to give her to Angel, tying her in the sling against his chest and wearing a coat over the baby so his body warmth would keep her warm, as her little body wasn’t producing enough warmth to keep her healthy in the cold weather. Angel never complained; he treated her as gently as if she were made of spun glass.

Sometimes, he would be the first to run to Evenly to take the baby from her. He would call her little Elle or simply baby, and sometimes little Red because of her bright red hair. The baby seemed to like his arms even more than her mother’s, because Angel was a creature with a naturally warm body temperature, one he could make even hotter if he needed to.

Whenever his mother was busy, he would babysit his sister along with Elle. However, most of the time, Belle kept her daughter close, carrying her in a sling while she worked, the girl sleeping peacefully against her chest.

Rohan had also made it his everyday routine to go to the cave to visit Rav, who was still in the rogue form, and tell him about his family. Angel had said to do so, as it helped slow down the rate of the rottening, and sometimes they went together, and Rohan would see Angel talk Rav out of his corruption until he fought the darkness and became himself again for a few moments.

“How do you do that, Max?” Rohan had asked one day as they were leaving the cave, after he had watched his son coax the rogue until he was calm and becoming Rav again. Rav had stayed normal for twenty minutes, and in those twenty minutes Angel had filled him up with details about his twins and their mother, grounding him with memories and warmth that made Rav smile and cry bitterly for everything he was missing with his family.

Rohan had never seen a man cry the way Rav had afterwards. He had sobbed on the ground, gripping his chest like he would die from the ache of not being part of their lives. But Angel had not only coaxed him back to being Rav, he had stepped closer, placed a small hand on Rav’s chest, and said,

‘You hurt so much, Uncle Rav, but you have to control it. I gave you my blood, but it didn’t cure you. Papa says I have to change your heart, but to do that I need to learn how. Before I do it, I want you to stop hurting and try to control the pain in your heart.’

‘I can’t…’ Rav had groaned through clenched teeth, overwhelmed. He couldn’t control it because every word he heard about Evenly and their twins tore at something raw and deep inside him. He wanted to be there with them. He wanted to be part of their lives. He wanted to hold his children. He wanted… everything, but the pain was too much.

‘You have to, Uncle Rav. If you don’t, the little that’s left of your heart will finish rotting, and I will lose you before I learn how to save you. I want you to be in little Red’s and Aryen’s life. Even Enny wants you,’ Angel had said, looking into Rav’s hollowed eyes and compelling him gently, soothing him, forcing his body to relax and forget his heartache. It was the only way to keep him from destroying everything under the weight of so much pain.

‘You can rest now. Papa and I will see you again.’

Saying that, Angel had stepped back as Rav began turning back into the rogue, thrashing against the chains and trying hungrily to reach for the boy. It was only when Rohan dropped the dead deer he had caught earlier in front of him that the rogue finally stopped straining and began to feast, forgetting them.

Now, at his father’s question about how he had done what he did to Rav, Angel only shrugged. “I don’t know. I just feel it in myself that I can do it, and then I do it. If we make him come out more often and let him carry less heartache, it will slow down the rottening until I finish learning and change his heart.” His voice had held a quiet confidence that didn’t match his young age.

They had flown back home together, and the more Rohan talked to his son, the more he realized the boy was growing and becoming smarter, seeing the world with an awareness far beyond his years. However, as life went on like that, a few things still disturbed Rohan’s everyday routine and put a damper on his days. He and his wife never went beyond kissing and holding in bed, because there was no longer any privacy in their room or house, and every quiet moment ended with someone needing something.

The winter had begun to wane; the snow rarely fell apart from the ones blanketing the grounds and the mountain peaks. They were just waiting for the winter to pass completely before the building of their new house would start, as humans would be working on it, and they did not work in freezing weather.

But having them all sharing the cottage, Rohan had never actually been completely alone with his wife, and that absence of closeness gnawed at him more than he wanted to admit.

Evenly had finally moved to the second bedroom, where furnishings had been made to accommodate her with the twins, leaving no spare room for their kids. Roseline was growing with each passing day, though not as fast as Angel, but she could sit on her own now without a pillow for support, her little hands clapping at anything that amused her.

Angel was also growing more and needed a room of his own, but was still sharing with them, his bedroll at the side of their own bed, where he studied himself well into the night before falling asleep. Not to mention, with everything happening, he barely had time for intimacy with his wife at night. Every evening ended in exhaustion rather than passion.

But this night was different. Rohan had kissed his wife just before bed, but the kiss had stretched on a little longer than their normal kisses, and he’d grown so hard and aroused it hurt to move. The ache throbbed through him, strong enough that even shifting on the mattress felt like pressure. But with Angel in the room, reading at the side of the bed, he kept himself under control.

Still, Rohan could no longer hold himself back. He needed his wife just as much as she needed him, and with the sexual tension building for days, it was becoming unbearable now.

He waited until Angel was fast asleep on his bedroll and Roseline was sleeping in the crib. Only then did he turn to his wife, lying next to him yet still feeling so far away. He could sense, just as clearly as if she’d spoken, that many times she had also wanted to go beyond kissing, but had always held back with the same restraint he’d been forcing on himself. The longing between them had become a quiet current, always there, always waiting.