#velab

“I’ve always wondered this. Your haircut, did you go through a emo phase in the 90’s?” I asked him.

Caleb actually laughed. I think I’ve only heard him laugh maybe one other time.

“Close. I actually got this haircut in the 1980’s. I just like it so much that I have kept it. Before that, I had the haircut I had when I was turned. Since as a vampire, my hair no longer grows, I have to be very sure before I change something to do with my body.” Caleb explained “It literally will follow me the rest of my days, unless I change it again someday.”

I nodded my head at what he said, I liked getting to know new things about him. Let’s be honest, there’s a lot to learn about someone who has lived so long.

“Now I get to ask you a question.” Caleb declared.

“I agreed to no such terms.” I said, joking.

Caleb shook his head, but he had a small smile on his lips. “What do you really want out of your future, Vera?”

I played with my hair and averted my gaze as I thought about his question. I knew I’d have to tell him as some point about the possible move coming up.

“I want a family.” I finally said. “I feel behind sometimes. Apollo is married. Aubree just got married. Apollo is about to become a Dad.” I let out a sigh and finally looked at Caleb. “After I lost my baby. I was okay with waiting. I wasn’t ready to open myself up to the idea of being a Mom again…until you came at me with your proposal.”

I try not to think about it all too much, but I do. I feel behind everyone else. I’m not getting any younger. I know no child will every replace my baby that I lost but I really do want the chance to be a Mom.

Caleb was silent for a few moments, which felt a lot longer to me. I watched him draw patterns with his fingers on the table cloth in thought.

“If our relationship goes where I want it to. I fully plan on going through with that proposal.”

I blew out a breath as I leaned a bit closer to him. I could feel my heart beat faster as I thought about his words.

“I have a feeling you would have no problem delivering on your end.” I whispered to him. I had the urge to climb over the table and into his lap, but I remembered I was in public. I behaved.

Caleb must have sensed my thoughts or I got to him with my words because he clasped his hands together very firmly. If he was human, I’m sure his knuckles would have turned white.

“You are very tempting, Vera Grant.” Caleb told me before the waiter came to take our orders.

That seemed to break the tension. I ordered the steak, he ordered a glass of plasma fruit juice. We talked during my meal, about nothing important really.

After dessert, he asked me to dance.

We danced far too apart for my liking, but I think Caleb was trying to keep things PG after our little talk at the start of our date. Still, it was nice to dance with him. It’s been nice to know what I’m doing, at least in one aspect of my life.

“Caleb.” I said, taking his hand into mine. “There’s something I really need to talk to you about. Can you come back to my place? It’s honestly just to talk.”