20. Kids In America.

But as I had a new, well new, and new carer, Charles, he was always very particular about what I could or couldn't do. I had to drink Salvatore's blood and lots of it. Whenever Charles came into the room, he had a bag or two of blood with him, and as these were our bags, which were 3-4 liters per bag, you felt quite full when you took so much blood. Charles could be assertive enough to make me obey, and instantly too.

But as I said, I was nice and did as I was told, and then no problems for anyone. I just didn't see Damon at all in the room I was in, and in fact, no Salvatore at all. A quartet looked after me and was very attentive to every little thing. Meaning it was not me who decided on anything but them. I had four men, tasting my blood, making me drink my food, blood, and rest. And when one of them is a potent telepath, you don't lie or cover up much of anything.

I then had a due date, and the contractions started in the early morning hours. Lepard and Demon were with me the whole time, while Adam and Charles went to see what was going on. They had studied birthing too, and they were monitoring how fast I was opening, quite fast. 

Charles returned and said, " There's an operation going on, so we're going into labor, and don't worry, I'll help. "

Charles came behind me now. I could lean against him, and he helped with energy, always encouraging. Adam helped me, and the boys, too. We were here together, and I felt the part. Part of the pack and part of a family.

A family I thought I would never acknowledge, never own because, in my time, I had already lost one family, and I didn't suffer losing another. But I believed and accepted that I was part of our family, part of our pack, and something changed deep inside me, or at least I felt like it. 

To this day that day really changed something inside me and it was a good change, it broke nothing but healed, mended something, and gave me a reason to believe, a reason to trust, a reason to love, even more than I had loved them before. It was nothing against Damon, but it was all for us. 

We did this thing together, all six babies. We did this as a group, as a pack, as a family. I thought it was a pretty wonderful thing to do. Somehow, I was safe and supported, but I got to do it without constantly being nagged and bossed around. I wasn't told how to do this job, but we did it together.

And oh, the look on their faces when they saw the babies for the first time. How were they dried, weighed, and measured? Even Lepard was so incredibly affectionate to the babies. He picked them up. Looking at their tiny fingers and toes, counting them. We didn't dress them yet. Now, if Salvatore comes on leave at some point, he'll want to dress them anyway if he wants to. But we were done after 18 hours.

They moved me back to my nursery to rest and recover for a while.

I was still lying in bed, and Charles said, " I'm going to see if Salvatore is free and let him know what we've done. If he wants to come and dress his babies."

I said to Charles, " Go ahead. You tell Damon and Salvatores that we have already given birth. There could be kittens or rooms full of them. He might be a busy alpha male, making sure that his bitches are fine."

Maybe the males are busy with other females, looking after the kittens. But as long as Charles gets permission for me to dress the babies myself, he'll get the point across so Damon will know. Then there's nothing to worry about. I'll be fine. I bided my time, and Charles came back, Damon in tow.

Damon's gaze met mine, and he spoke softly, "Well, you've already brought the babies into the world. Can you join me in dressing them? But first, go to medbay for a check-up. No offense, boys, but you know how much of a control freak I am."

He checked me over himself first, not in medbay but just in that bed. And I was fine. As I sat up, I was already dressed, having even taken a refreshing shower. Together, we carefully clothed our precious little ones, their presence captivating Damon. He skillfully dressed four of them, while I had time to dress two. Although they were still easy to handle, I knew their personalities would soon emerge, revealing any mischievous traits.

Each baby bore a striking resemblance to Damon, and he pulled me close, whispering, "Now, my love, I am truly happy. This perfection, I won't let it slip away. You're staying right here with me."

Leaning against Damon, I assured him, "I'm not going anywhere, believe me. But let's give it a couple of weeks, and then we'll get to know each one individually. It'll be fun taking care of them."

Damon chuckled, saying, "Come on, missy, let's go grab a meal, and you can tend to them."

We entered the dining area, where Mariella and the other women were already gathered. Damon focused on them, as they still had a few weeks left in their pregnancies. I didn't mind, using the opportunity to replenish myself, both physically and mentally. After finishing my meal, I retreated to rest, knowing that the babies would soon demand my attention.

The house was filled with their playful energy, and help might not always be immediate. Yet, I was confident in my ability to manage on my own. I would watch movies, read, and attend to the babies, especially those who had wet or soiled diapers.

These little ones had a knack for dirtying themselves, often leaving a mess in their pants or shirts when the diapers failed. I tried various brands, but they were skilled at making a mess. I fed, hydrated, provided comfort, and lovingly cared for my babies.

Though Adam, Charles, Demon, and Lepard didn't contribute much, nor did Damon due to the multitude of kittens, I found solace in my routine. Two weeks swiftly passed, and I had become adept at taking care of my little ones.

A Salvatore might come to help at some point, but even that was always almost busy. And then, when the women operated on themselves, they had their babies. Even more fun than that. The kittens were taken to the magic house, but now every woman there had her babies, and they required men and carers too, and so on.

I didn't mind. It was a perfect scene, surrounded by the soft hues of the nursery. The gentle hum of their tiny breaths filled the air as I carefully dressed my babies, their delicate skin against my fingertips. Their little voices filled the room, a symphony of coos and cries, as I fed them and began to witness their emerging personalities. 

The girls, mischievous and full of spirit, were a bit naughtier than the boys. They demanded attention, screaming louder at the slightest discomfort of a wet diaper or soiled clothes. Their hunger cries echoed, piercing through the silence, even demanding blood as they squirmed in my arms. The boys, on the other hand, were calm and patient, waiting to be fed without a fuss. 

Among them, Helen stood out as a troublemaker. Her cries could wake the boys from their peaceful slumber, her demands always coming first, and the cleanliness of her diaper had to be immaculate. Susan, a good sister to Helen, displayed a mischievous nature as well, while Isabella remained the calmest, but prone to outbursts of anger. The boys, always composed, would occasionally succumb to Helen's antics and join her in a chorus of screams. 

As a mother, I learned to be patient, juggling the needs of multiple individuals simultaneously. These infants, three weeks old but already the size of six-week-olds, presented a challenge. Compared to my previous charges, these babies were far more demanding. Mariella's sons were known to be well-behaved, and the wolves had only one or two girls. 

With a sigh, I ascended the stairs to the kitchen, the aroma of warm bottles filling the air. I prepared the bottles with care, placing them in the bottle warmer, and waited for them to reach the perfect temperature.

Suddenly, Damon appeared, his arms enveloping me in a warm embrace.

"Baby, I'm sorry for not being able to be with you more," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I've been occupied training the ladies. There was a bit of a catfight until I realized that Mariella's sons were not bound by their powers. But how are our darlings?" 

I exhaled, gathering the bottles and blood containers into a basket, contemplating for a moment.

Taking the empty bottles with me, I responded, "Come, blood bank, the girls require fresh nourishment."

Damon followed closely behind, his raised eyebrows showing his curiosity as we approached the nursery. The combined cries of all six infants filled the room, a chorus of hunger and impatience. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and focused on Helen, lifting her onto my lap and offering her the bottle. She eagerly latched on, drinking greedily, while Damon attended to Danny with equal ease. Feeding them, it seemed, was the one task that brought simplicity amidst the chaos.

Helen drank her bottle empty, and I burped her. Before this little lady called for blood, I knew I might have time to feed someone else. I then fed Susan and hadn't finished with her before Helen started screaming.

Damon came up to me and said, " These are pretty loud, baby. What's wrong with that young lady? Didn't you already feed her?"

I laughed and said, " Blood hungry, take an empty bottle and pour straight from the vein into the bottle and then give it to the lady if you want to. "

Damon smiled, took the empty bottle, opened his wrist, and quickly drained the bottle full. Then he went over to Helen and took her in his arms. Helen fell silent and looked at her father. Damon handed her the bottle, and Helen drank greedily.

I said, "It's a miracle you got the loudest screamer to shut up."

Damon laughed and said, " Telepathy is good, baby. They now know what a flank is, and she didn't want a flank."

Oh, that's a naughty daddy.

We got our kids fed, diapers changed, and Damon was cursing when they shat everywhere again. They are babies and poop machines. Damon was amusing, though, when he put on the energy shields and everything so that no one peed in the eye when all you needed was a well-placed diaper. But then again, Salvatore enjoyed taking care of these kids, too.

Although he did go through my cupboard pretty hard, grumbling at one thing or another, finally, when everyone was asleep, I was putting the dirty clothes in a bag, ready to throw them down, and put them in the washing machine when I had time.

He asked," Baby, you have quite a few brands in here compared to the others. There is no problem with them, but why?"

I looked up and said. " Come and have a look in the storage room."

I took him to the storage room and showed him there was nothing else left but these brands. The other women had stored all the other brands for themselves, and I didn't mind.

Damon looked at the warehouse for a moment and said, "Oh, well, don't worry. I'll make sure it's a fair deal. Everyone gets all the brands." Then he left again.

Well, Damon did nothing. A couple of days later, I heard him and Mariella walking past the room and praising the designated brand.

Damon just ate Mariella's ear and said, " Of course, darling, then you get all this. You can have all the products of this brand if you want. These will suit us so well for your children."

I didn't mind, not at all. It's their business, and if Damon feels that Mariella should have the brand to herself alone, then she should have it for sure. Yes, those other products work. I'm fine with whatever brand they are. In fact, a couple of products were probably better than the brands Mariella or the Wolves chose.

Once the kids were grown again for a couple of weeks, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the pooping started to be limited to that diaper. It didn't come over in such a flood anymore...

But when that stuff came, the little vampires did blood poop, and it didn't smell any better than regular. And it comes a lot, so in proportion and proportion, but it feels like a job, as my life is dedicated to diaper changing, feeding, shushing, but then again, it's very satisfying.

When I have the nurturing instinct, nurturing the children calms that instinct. It brings a kind of inner peace you wouldn't believe you could have. And that kind of inner peace is very important. I get it. It helps you structure things in your head in a whole different way.

I could sit in a rocking chair and think about things in complete peace. I wasn't spinning them around in my head and wondering why, why, why, or how I was always going to be like this.

I was just a contented, lucky mother taking care of my babies, caring for them for as long as appropriate. What was I hearing? Other mothers complained when their babies cried, pooped, and had to be nursed all the time. Mariella especially seemed to whimper sometimes when she couldn't have a fuck. With so many babies in that nursery.

And when all the salvatores weren't always looking after her babies, but when she actually had to look after her own babies. That's how I knew it wouldn't be long before babies were kept in the house.

What Mariella wants Mariella gets. If Mariella doesn't want to keep babies, then none of us will keep babies. But that didn't bother me. I had now had my needs met, to care, to nurture, to raise. I was ready to give my babies magic to the house, to pass on. I knew they had a good place there.

And it made me laugh when I already knew the personalities of these children so well that, oh my God, when they start to move, when they are a bit more lively, then yes, there will be nerves on edge and quite a few of them.

I was right. The children left for the magic house in a couple of days. I had had time to take care of mine for six weeks while the other women for a month. But that was enough.