John jumped and swore. He walked out of the kitchen and over to Sherlock. He touched his mate's shoulder and then looked to the vampire before them. He could feel the power of the First Blood in front of him. Christ. No wonder Sherlock was the way he was. This was what it must be like for people meeting his mother for the first time. Now he understood.
He put a protective hand over his belly, feeling his magic starting to come to his hand. The instinct to protect his unborn child was strong already.
He listened to the words from his mate's sire and then his shoulders slumped. He practically collapsed into a chair.
"Are we doing the right thing?" He asked looking up at Sherlock, "Bringing this child into this world when they could face so much hatred?"
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Date: 2019-06-14 05:28 pm (UTC)He put a protective hand over his belly, feeling his magic starting to come to his hand. The instinct to protect his unborn child was strong already.
He listened to the words from his mate's sire and then his shoulders slumped. He practically collapsed into a chair.
"Are we doing the right thing?" He asked looking up at Sherlock, "Bringing this child into this world when they could face so much hatred?"