Ash’s scream wakes me. I fly out of bed and look around for an intruder. Ash is standing infront of the bathroom door, clutching her stomach, pain marring her features.

“Jayden. It’s time.” She manages to get out.

“Shit. Okay. Okay…It’s early. This can’t be happening! We have another month!” I say, freaking out.

“No, we don’t! This baby wants out now and is coming whether we’re ready or not!” She rushes out, making her way slowly across the room. “Come. On.”

I force my panic under control and grab our car keys, heading out. Fenris is already by the door, waiting. He helps Ash while I run to start the car. As soon as they’re in, I pull out and speed toward the hospital.

~~~~~~

12 hours. Ash was in labor for twelve hours, finally giving birth to a daughter – our daughter, Zoey – at 3:00AM. At first the doctors thought she was still-born. She didn’t cry out or anything, but her eyes were wide open, watching. We found that when she went to sleep she went into this strange state where she looked dead and had almost no pulse but after two weeks of keeping her at the hospital under surveillance they let us take her home. They hypothesized that it was some form of magic in her blood that allowed her to do so, just like the magic in my blood kept me from any bad side-effects of vampirism.

That had been three years ago. Three years of raising our daughter in Monte Vista, safe and sound. Three years with no sign of Lance or any of his pack. Three perfect years with Ash, Zoey, and Fenris.

I stand from the computer and look around. The house is empty but I can hear Ash and Fenris outside with Zoey. I walk across the living room and out the back door, onto the back porch. Ash and Fenris are working in the garden, talking to pass the time. I look around the yard, searching for Zoey. I find her under one of the apple trees, staring up at something in front of her. I can hear her talking but she stops as I near and looks over at me.

“Hey Zobear.” I say with a smile.

“Hi papa.” She says with her usual quietness.

“Who were you talking to?” I ask, reaching down to pick her up.

“Miss Towwey.” She replies.

I nod. She’s often talking to one imaginary friend or another. “Well I hope you were having fun with Miss Torrey.”

“Mhm.” She confirms, leaning her small frame against my chest.

Zoey’s quiet and loves being alone. She’s terrified of strangers. But she does love being with either myself, Ash, or Fenris. Even when we video chat with our family back in Hidden Springs she hides behind one of us. We also found out that she has telekinesis. Ash and I had a good few shocks before we realized that Zoey could move things across the room without touching them. I turn to head back inside, Zoey staying quiet, just watching the world around her, her eyes pausing a couple times on different locations before moving on. Sometimes, I wish I could get into her mind just to see what she was thinking. She’s always thinking, always watching.

“Dinna?” She asks.

“Yep! Papa’s going to work on dinner.” I reply, setting her down gently in the kitchen before I head to the fridge. “What does my little Zobear want?”

“Mmmm, gooey ooey.” She says.

I nod. “Alright, goopy carbona it is.”

She nods and watches me quietly as I begin to make the dish. I hum as I work, incredibly happy with my family and my life. I hope nothing ever changes and everything just continues to get even more amazing.