Time marches on
Vincent POV
When you live for was long as I have, time passes differently. Before I had overcome the shock of my forced marriage, it was time to visit the doctor and see my child for the first time. Naomi had left already and returned to her home. She wasn't taking the immortal life very well. Last I heard, she was locked in her room, being fed donor blood to sustain.
Weak.
Veronica, on the other hand, had moved in downstairs; she was excited to carry my child. She has been exercising daily, eating healthy and taking her supplements. Which is pretty much all a waste since she would die at the end of the process. I didn't have the heart to tell her the truth. Well, that, and I didn't care. More than anything, I hoped the baby died too.