Chapter 41: From the heart

Five hours passed since my sons were born. Now they were fully grown and eyeing vampires so, as if they wanted to eat them.

I looked at Aron, who seemed not to care much. Then to Nate, who also did nothing to reign in our sons.

"You are both horrible," I said, as I just sighed, and handed Morty the black vest he made me put together for him.

It is just a phase, I told myself. But Morty was a Lich, and I knew that no, it was not just a phase. He was going to wear black, not brown and green like me.

And he was going to date vampires… just like me, I guess.

"Well, you are the one who got us pregnant without permission," Nate said, as he pointed at a vampire. I saw how Mordred followed the direction he was pointing at. "That one does wonders with his tongue. I recommend."

My sandal hit Nate on the head. His finger did not lower itself.

"Thanks dad!" And Mordred was off.