The Vampire Mate

Chapter 09

We both get into Damien's oh-so-perfect car and shut the doors at the same time. I put my head back in the seat and Damien pulls out some chewing gum which I gladly take since.

Most of the two-and-a-half-hour journey was silent from there. We did have to the occasional game of eye spy and Damien asked a few questions about my family and, unsurprisingly, I evaded the questions.

I liked long drives like this because they made me feel more relaxed. Just looking out of the window at the trees and feeling like running through the woods or looking at the intricate design and architecture of a building was more than enough to let me escape into my own world.

"Did you have breakfast?" Damien asks me as he pulls me away from my thoughts. I stop tapping the beat to the song that's currently playing on his window and get my bag since the sun was starting to annoy me.

"Nope, I was in too much of a rush," I tell him putting on my sunglasses and sitting back into the chair.

"I was hoping you hadn't." I pull down my sunglasses to the tip of my nose and look at him with my eyebrow c****d. He literally just said that he hoped I hadn't eaten anything. I'm not too hungry but I'm still in the mood for a McDonalds or a KFC or anything food related. "There's a McDonald’s nearby and I didn't want to look fat ordering lots of food to myself." He finishes. Of course.

"Breakfast or not, Damien, I'll still be up for fast food." I joke.

"I'll remember that." I roll my eyes at him and sit back in the seat enjoying the ride. I get one of the water bottles from his back seat and put the top to my mouth to take a drink. "Do you think we will get a discount if we say you're pregnant?"

"Excuse me?" I scream nearly spitting out the water all over his car.

We pull up to the drive-thru and we're next in line. I didn't even realise we had arrived at McDonalds until he stopped the car. After Damien ordered pretty much everything on the menu, the person in front of us moves. Whilst Damien is moving the car forward, he hands me a watermelon and tells me to 'shove it up my dress'. I try to protest but as we are getting closer to the ordering station, he is getting more impatient and pours cold water in between my legs and, in a panic, I push the rather large fruit up my dress. At least the wetness of the dress isn't touching my thighs.

"Is this the order with 12 large portions of fries and 50 McNuggets and-" The woman at the picking up station asks.

"Yes, that's us," Damien's says.

"It's a lot off for just the two of you." She tells us whilst hauling three large bags filled with McDonald’s food through the window for us.

"Well as you can see, my wife here is-" He points to the wet patch in between my legs and stops speaking to look shocked. "Honey have your waters broke!" He shouts acting panicked. I put my hands on my watermelon and start to scream.

"I'm Mclabouring!"

"Oh Lord!" She woman shouts, "There's a woman giving birth at McDonald’s!" The woman screams petrified.

"It's on the house, get her to a hospital now!" The drive-thru woman yells at us as we speed off away from McDonalds. We're both gasping for air by the time we drive back onto the road and I can barely see out of my eyes from the laughter tears blurring my vision.

"Mclabouring? Really Juliet?" He laughs which makes me laugh harder and louder.

"It was for effect," I tell him popping a fry in my mouth, "you should be proud your wife's acting skills."

"I should have probably said girlfriend in case she realises you weren't wearing a ring and hunts us down," he says taking a big of the monstrosity of a burger he created.

"Damien! We've been married less than five minutes and you already want a divorce!" He spits out his mouthful of burger out the car window.

"Wait," I turn in my seat to face Damien and pull the watermelon out of my dress, "why do you have a watermelon in your car?"

"I might get peckish." He smiles at me. His contagious smile melts my heart and makes me desperate to smile back.

"I don't understand how you can eat so much and still have a six pack." I shake my head at him and cross my arms. It's not fair! Some people can eat a slice of bread and gain about twenty pounds. I would be so much happier if my stomach as flat as my butt.

"Eight pack." I can feel him smirking without actually looking. But when I do look, that smirk is very present. Oh okay, Mr Cocky, because two abs make such a difference.

"Oh sorry, I don't sit there and count my abs." I laugh and a silence falls on us when I take the time to think about him, creepy I know.

We may have our arguments and petty fights but under it all, he actually is a caring person with a carefree lifestyle and a probable watermelon fetish and- wait. Did he say eight?

"Eight?" I ask after it literally just sinks in. He nods his head slowly enjoying my disbelief.

I continue to shake my head not believing him when he lifts up his top and insists that I count them. I cover my eyes at first until I hear him laugh at me. How dare he laugh at me! Refusing to feel embarrassed by him I opened my eyes to see his abs in all their glory. I count them and there is indeed eight, so I count them again and again and again. Still eight.

"Are you done looking at me or am I going to have to continue to drive with one hand." He says with a laugh. Urgh arrogant prick.

***

We finally arrived at my house. It wasn't as big as Damien’s, but it was a lot bigger than the one I had been living in before it burnt down. The grass in the front garden looked as if it had been newly cut and the walls looked freshly painted. Just like our home had, but I knew there was nothing to hide behind the paint, no secrets to cover up.

As soon as we started to walk up the path a familiar little girl with little brown pigtails runs up to us. Immediately, I crouch down to grab her in a tight hug before swinging her around. She let out a little squeal as I did so which made me laugh. Looks like someone missed me just as much as I had missed them.

"Hello Mia," I say when I stop spinning and balance her on my hips.

"I didn't know you were coming here Ju-Ju!" Mia uses my nickname that calls me which causes Damien to snigger. I gently let my little sister drop to the floor and glared at Damien knowing he is never going to let me live this down.

He chose to ignore it and instead knelt down so he could introduce himself to Mia, "so you must the famous Mia, my name is Damien. Your Ju-Ju talks about you all of the time."

"That's Princess Mia and Queen Ju-Ju to you, sir," Mia tells him pointing which makes me laugh. Damien looks shocked at first but coolly plays it off with a smile.

"Of course, your highness," he says, "I didn't know little princesses played in the mud." Damien points down to Mia's mud stained jeans which cause her to turn slightly red.

"They aren't which is why I'm in disguise."

"You are? What are you disguised as?"

"A monster truck!" Mia screams and it is evidently clear that Damien is trying his hardest to not laugh at her. To be fair, being disguised as a monster truck came as a complete surprise to the both of us. Her ponytails, white dress top and dark purple jeans did not scream anything like 'monster truck'.