My Husband Steals Child's Vital Blood

Serenity's sultry figure was draped over my husband Zoran's body just before I was wheeled into the delivery room.

Her crimson lips brushed his ear as she whispered:

"Once she's gone in to have the baby, why don't we get a room at the hotel next door?"

Zoran didn't answer verbally, but his hands spoke volumes as they encircled Serenity's waist. The two began nuzzling each other right in front of me.

It was ages after I'd given birth before Zoran finally showed up, panting and covered in telltale marks, eagerly inquiring about my condition and the baby's.

Cradling our newborn, I smiled sweetly at him. "Zoran, darling, did you know you only have a week left to live?"