Weeks of sleepless nights were completely worth it for Tiana to be okay. I didn’t care that I was running on zero sleep, that I had become a walking chew toy, Tiana sinking her tiny fangs into my n****e every time she fed and the fact that our room was like grand central station. Considering her nosferatu side was only meant to be slight, she sure knew how to sink those babies in deep, not letting go until she had had as much milk and blood as she wanted. Angelina said that the need for blood would die down eventually and it would only come back when she turned twenty-one.
Since my mates were being completely overprotective of both me and Tiana after our scare, everyone who wanted to see the little bundle of joy had to come to our room to do so. That turned out to be pretty much everyone
