Ice was surprised when
Brutus and Blade came into his cell with a table, a chair and computer.
“Here this is for you. The
computer does not have a modem or wireless capability. I thought this might be
suitable for writing.”
“Thanks, guys. It will
help alleviate the boredom.”
“On another note, how are
you feeling?”
Ice ran a hand over his
belly. “The morning sickness has passed. I will be delighted when this is over.
Do you have any idea when that will be?”
Blade looked at him
thoughtfully, “When you have a son at minimum.”
“Both children were
girls?”
“Yes.”
“I might not have a son.
It seems my family runs to girls.”
“How many sisters do you
have?”
Ice looked at Blade. This
was the first time he had asked anything personal. Brutus was leaning against
the door, seemingly uninterested in the conversation. “It doesn’t matter, my
mortal family is all dead and I’ve been dead to them a lot longer than that.”
A hand on his arm. “I’m
sorry, Ice.” Ice felt tears prick his eyes. He hadn’t thought of his birth
family in years. They did not deserve his tears. He had sworn a long time ago
that he would never cry over them again. Blade pulled him into a comforting
embrace. The other vampire’s sympathy undid him and he wept into his captor’s
shoulder. Finally he pulled away.
“Are you okay?”
Ice nodded. “Yes. I would
like to be alone now.”
They left silently.
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