I didn’t want to speak until I was certain about my decision, but that moment came just seconds later.
“Sagan, will you marry me?”
16
Sagan
No, we didn’t get married. Not right away at least.
I was thrilled to accept Terrance’s impromptu proposal, but I told him we couldn’t rush it. There were plans to be made, and my parents would have to be involved. My mother would disown me if I showed up at her house to introduce her to my new husband. And I knew it would take both her and Dad some time to wrap their heads around the idea that their little girl was marrying a “thirty-seven-year old.”
Honestly, though, it would help that Terrance was so ridiculously wealthy. I’d known he was pretty well-off when he rented the Berringer place. I mean, what kind of guy rents a ten-thousand square foot mountain resort with eight bedrooms just for himself?
A billionaire, that’s who.
The man has a house in Paris. And Moscow. And Tokyo. And apartments in Manhattan, London, and Rome.
I’m glad I didn’t know about Terrance’s absurd wealth before I fell in love with him, because it’s so overwhelming it probably would have scared me away. I grew up in Satan Stumbles and have lived in this town all my life, except for college. I’ve never even been to Denver, and it’s only a few hundred miles away, for fuck’s sake.
No, I’m glad I found out afterwards or I would have felt inferior to such a man. Once we bonded, everything else became moot.
It had been a full week since my deflowering, and he and I had spent every night together since. My life had consisted of incredible sex with massive orgasms, then trying to focus on teaching youngsters about the Bolshevik Revolution. I had to give myself a pat on the back for pulling it off.
The wedding would come soon enough. Probably the claiming, too. Terrance was pushing more for the latter, since it was a stronger bond. Marriage was a fall-back option.
Either way, though, he made it clear that I was his and there was no question we would need to make it official, one way or the other. Or maybe both.
He didn’t have to worry; I knew from the time we stepped naked into the secret hot springs that I would spend the rest of my life with Terrance. Whether that means another seventy years or another seven thousand, I’m his now and wouldn’t have it any other way.
But I still liked to tease him, to make him wonder just a little.
I stepped into the shower, needing to wash the previous night’s sex off my body before facing my kids in school. Terrance entered a second later, his ever-present hard-on preceding him. As we soaped each other up, I thought yet again about his spectacular skill as a lover.
“Terrance, how many women have you slept with?”
He laughed. “Are we actually going to have this conversation?”
“It’s only fair,” I protested. “You know how many I’ve slept with: one. How many women have you fucked?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
“Ballpark.”
He sighed. “Ballpark? Definitely more than a thousand.”
The number should have shocked me but was only mildly surprising. I’d already thought about it and knew if he only slept with one woman every year, it would be more than that. And as a single guy for the last millennium, I’m sure he averaged more than one partner a year.
Small wonder he was so incredible in bed.
“More than a thousand, eh? Looks like I’ve got some catching up to do.”
He stopped lathering me and glared, his face suddenly serious.
I couldn’t repress my smile and burst into laughter.
“You little brat!” Terrance said, grabbing my wrists and pinning them behind my back. He pushed me against the glass shower wall and put his face a couple of inches from mine, edging his mouth closer and closer.
The kiss that followed was as intense and passionate, and the sex that followed was the first time I’d been pounded in the shower. It would be far from the last time, though.
As we toweled off, I stepped in front of him again.
“Give me another kiss,” I demanded, “as good as that last one.”
My man delivered, as he always did.
“I think we need to visit my parents this weekend. They should meet you.”
Terrance raised an eyebrow. “Less than a week ago you said you wanted time to talk to them first, get them used to the idea that you were dating an older man.”
I smiled at him. “Yeah, but that was before.”
“Before what?”
“Before the baby. I’m pregnant, Terrance.”
I could have knocked him over with a feather as he tried to process those words.
“That’s not possible. Vampires can only procreate under exceedingly rare circumstances.”
I laughed softly, “Yeah, well I’m not supposed to feel anything for weeks, either.”
“How…?” He was flabbergasted.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the same force that brought us together. Maybe there’s something in the water pouring over the falls in this town.”
“Are you sure? Don’t you need to have a doctor confirm it?”
“A doctor will call me crazy if I ask her to confirm a pregnancy less than a week after insemination. But I know, Terrance. I felt something after the very first time we had sex, and the feeling gets stronger every day.”
He was still stunned. I could see part of him wanted to believe, but that part was battling against everything he’d been told. Male Vampires couldn’t father children.
“You put a baby in me, my love. And we will raise that baby together, whether it turns out to be vampire or human.”
“Or both,” he said, finally embracing me. “This is so unexpected, so mind-blowing.”
“We have so many decisions to make,” I said. “It’s pretty scary.”
“Not if we make them together,” he reassured me.
His skin felt delicious against mine. I knew I’d never, ever tire of being naked with this man. As I looked into his eyes, I considered that maybe I should go ahead and let him claim me. I already knew that seven or eight more decades with Terrance wouldn’t be enough.
Not even close.
I wanted him forever, to watch the centuries pass us by and know that we’d always have that special bond to keep us together.
Then I was jolted by a thought.
“Baby, can you still claim me if I’m pregnant?”
It jolted my husband-to-be as well. “I have no idea.”
I smiled and squeezed his body against mine as tightly as I could.
“Well, my love, I think we’re going to need to find out.”
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2…
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