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”Do you like it?” he asked.
”Do you like it?” he asked.
She nodded as she took another bite
He smiled. ”I’m glad to hear that.”
She smiled at him
He returned the smile and turned back to look at Laura-Beth.
She turned the TV on turning on Mickey mouse
Lysander smiled as he heard the show turn on.
Laura-Beth seemed to enjoy the music.
Betty smiled
With Laura-Beth almost finished with her bottle, Lysander gently set it on the table and adjusted his hold to burp her a little. "You know, I'm really glad I got to help out with Asher and read all those baby books." he smiled at Betty.
She nodded taking another bite
He chuckled a little as he watched her eat. He wasn't always a great cook but… He got bored pretty easily when he was spending so much time alone and consequently picked up a lot of hobbies over the years.
She stood up to take her dish to the sink
After burping their daughter, he cleaned up the little bit of spit-up on her chin and let her sit up against his chest to let her watch the show.
She put the plate in the sink but stumbled and brought a hand to her head from a headache
Lysander smiled at Laura-Beth.
The world was spinning she couldn't see but little did she know Tyler and Henry were on thier way to warn them
There was a strong knock on the front door. Lysander raised a brow at the sound before cradling his daughter comfortably against his chest before standing to answer the door.
Betty was heavily breathing now
”Henry? Tyler? What a surprise.” Lysander said as he recognized the visitors. ”What brings you here?”
" they're coming Marie is not dead she's with Alec Benjamin and some werewolves" Tyler said
Blood fell from Betty's nose to the floor" she said
”What?” Lysander asked, protectively holding Laura-Beth closer. ”How did she survive and why are werewolves coming here?”
Henry shrugged. ”I have no idea how but if I had to guess about the wolves; it probably has something to do with the wolf mafia.”
" there after betty," tyler said
More blood dripped
”Over my rotting corpse.” Lysander barely restrained from growling since he still held Luara-Beth. Though his eyes were red as he headed to the kitchen to inform Betty.
Betty was pale paler than vampires should be
”Oh, no. Betty?” Lysander walked over to her side. ”Guys, get in here. Betty, can you hear me?”
Laura-Beth was starting to cry.
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