Dakotah: Blood Oath: Chapter 2

Dakotah smiled slightly at the sight of his wife asleep on the couch, pillow over her eyes, hands on her round belly. She’d obviously been trying to stay awake long enough to see him, but just as obviously didn’t quite make it. He bent low over her and inhaled the tempting scent of her blood, her piña colada scented cologne, and the heat of the day still lingering on her skin.

On second thought, that’s probably not cologne. It was more likely sunscreen.

Deciding that it really didn’t matter, he removed her shoes and tossed them near the doorway. Lifting effortlessly, he carried her into their room and laid her gently on the bed. Pulling the blanket over her still form, he tucked her in before crawling in beside her. He held her, rubbing her belly and enticing his child into action.

He chuckled softly at the first kick from the inside. “Yes, yes, my little one, I know you’re eager. But not much longer and you’ll be free from your prison. And you’ll have so much more room to romp and kick in.” His son agreed with a kick and a stretch, eliciting an anxious smile from the vampire. “Soon, but not soon enough, if you ask me.”

Dakotah gave Sierra’s tummy one last pat and added a kiss on the cheek. Seeing that she wasn’t about to wake up, he decided it was past time to eat. Despite hating leaving her alone, he knew he needed to go while she slept so that he wouldn’t be caught out hungry when she needed him. He’d slip out and be back in no time.

~*~

Opening her eyes, she did a double take before realizing Dakotah must have moved her into the bed when he had woken last night. She smiled knowing that only a vampire’s super strength could have lifted her heavy ass off the couch last night. Maybe two.

Cheyenne was standing in the doorway, tapping her foot anxiously. “Come on already, I thought you’d be dressed by now.”

“Sorry,” she apologized, yawning. “Tried to wait up for Dakotah last night, but the sun sets so late these days and I’m soo tire…”

“You fell asleep,” Chey finished for her.

“Yeah. Lemme go get my clothes on and we can go.” Sierra stood, stretching, when a sharp pain shot across her back and around her front, doubling her over.

Cheyenne rushed to her sister’s side, lifting her mass of red curls to reveal her pale face. “Sie? Are you okay? Want me to help you sit?”

Sierra shook her head to all of the above. “Grab my… cell phone. Quick.”

Chey nodded, rushing off to the kitchen, removing it from the charger and racing back. “Here, I have it, who am I calling?”

“Dr. Dr. Anders, please.”

Cheyenne frowned. “That’s not our regular doctor.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not, because I’m not having a normal baby. Now, please!” She begged.

Snapping out of her shock, Cheyenne complied, waiting impatiently through the three rings until the doctor finally picked up.

“Dr. Anders, may I help you?”

“Yes,” Cheyenne gasped, “my sister, she’s having a baby!”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t deliver babies, can I direct…”

“You don’t WHAT?” Cheyenne screamed. “Why the hell did Sierra have me call you then?”

“Chey, please…” Sierra pleaded.

“Sierra?” he asked. “Sierra James?”

“Yes, you twit, that’s her!”

“What’s wrong, and who are you?”

“I’m her sister, not that that should matter and I’ve already told you – she’s having HER BABY!”

Dr. Anders closed his eyes and took a deep breath, knowing Dakotah would have his neck and everything in it if he lost his cool with the sister of his beloved Sierra. “Relax ma’am, and tell me where you are?” He listened to Cheyenne’s screaming once more and nodded. “Okay, if she’s able to walk, put her in her car and get the both of you to my office. I’ll have everything ready.” God help me.

~*~

Cheyenne slammed Sierra’s phone shut and growled. “Do you think you can walk to the car?” At Sierra’s weak nod, she helped her sister up and guided her to the car in her pajamas. After getting her settled, she raced back inside, left the vampire daddy a brief note, and took off.

~*~

Dr. Anders paced just inside the office doors, looking out for any sign of his patient. Seeing the lone car finally flash into the parking lot, he propped the door open and hurried to the passenger’s side door. Opening it, he found a very pale, very scared redhead, clutching her belly. He took Sierra’s hand and pulled. “Come on, girl, just a bit farther and we can get you ready, okay?”

Sierra nodded, feeling ill. “Sure, but Dakotah…”

“Grab her other arm and let’s go,” he ordered Cheyenne, who complied in mute agreement for once. “Now, Sierra, we’re going to have to do this together, Dakotah’s not going to be able to be by your side this time.”

She sobbed quietly, not wanting to know how he was going to react, knowing she couldn’t wait for him to awaken. “I’m sorry, Dakotah,” she whispered as they dragged her inside.