Daddy's Love

I look at my baby girl, strapped inside the car seat, sleeping peacefully. Her mouth is slightly open, and she is drooling. She looks adorable. I hope she had something for lunch. The drug, on an empty stomach, screws up the system for a bit. It's a long drive back home. I am sort of tired. Both of us, we have had an extremely long day today. I stop by to get myself a smoothie and a sandwich. After another four-hour drive, we finally enter the community gates. Another 20 minutes and we are home. My baby is still out like a light. I get down and carefully unstrap her, holding her in my arms and carrying her inside. She shuffles a bit but remains asleep. I open her clothes and give her a sponge bath and then put her in a pair of pull-ups. I settle her down on her crib and look around the room. I hope she likes it. I quickly make a bottle for her. She must be famished. She gladly accepts the bottle and starts sucking on the milk. After she is done, I switch on the baby monitor, place a teddy near her, switch off the lights, and go downstairs.

It's eight already, and I have a ton of work to do. I make myself a cup of coffee and open my laptop to fill out the requisite forms.

I am 21, and today was the last day for me to get my little; otherwise, I would have been banished from my community. It's not that I didn't want to have a little, just that I couldn't find someone I zinged with. I was pretty sure that I'd have to leave my home, my people, and my place today, but then I saw her. I wonder what her name is.

I fill out the forms and breathe a sigh of relief. My little was carrying nothing but a mobile phone and some gum with her. I look at it now. I can open the phone and learn so much about her, but I'd rather she tell me about herself. I stamp on the phone until it's scrap and throw the gum and the phone away. I have lots of candies for my baby girl, and she won't need a phone. I don't want her to have anything that reminds her of where she comes from. I do away with all her old clothes, her shoes, and her hair tie.

I am exhausted.

I take a quick shower, and then I retire for the day.

Tomorrow will be good.

I wake up really early despite having slept so late last night. I was anxious for my baby girl to wake up. I have checked on her thrice already, and she is still asleep. I take my bath quickly and then make breakfast. I make chocolate pancakes. I think it'll comfort her a little.

Fifteen minutes later, pancakes are done. I am off work for thirty days now. That's a paid leave that all Dom's get when they get themselves a little so that they can get settled in with them. We live in a very small community, and I am an architect. Many buildings in here are designed by me. I have been living here ever since I can remember, and this is my life now. This is all I know.

The doorbell rings, and it's little Carol.

"Hello, Uncle Christian. I want to meet your baby! We will be best friends!" She squeals and hugs me.

"Calm down, Carol. She is still asleep. And why are you here alone? Where is your daddy?" I ask her as I pick her up. She is 4'10'', the same height as my baby, I think. I am over 7 feet. All of us are. Vampires are all well-built, and humans, well, they are so small and fragile.

"Daddy said I could come here alone today If I didn't run in the street. I did not run. When will she wake up?" She asks me.

"I hope soon, babe. Would you like some pancakes? Huh?" I ask her as I kiss her cheek. She is a sweetheart.

"No, I will run along to daddy. Will you please call me over for playdates when she wakes up?!"

"I will, honey, and no running. Get along."

Carol is the little of my best friend Jay, who lives in the next house, twenty steps away from my house.

The little one is still asleep, and I sit and chow down on some pancakes.

I think back to yesterday when I got my baby girl...