The Werewolf King's Bride-Chapter 585: It’s The Thought That Counts

(From Blue’s Perspective)

I did not understand what was wrong with Evelyn. But the next couple of days, she showed the same signs. We found her in different places all over the palace grounds. After finding her first time in the rain staring at our room, we found her in the mud lying down, on the roof walking on the railing and swinging on a tree branch.

It was getting weirder each day. And all of it happened within a week.

"I think it’s time we called a doctor," Dem said.

"Yes, I think so too," I agreed. "It’s getting out of hand. And I am getting worried about her mental and physical health. There is a chance of her getting hurt too. She could have fallen from the roof or broken her legs falling from the tree. She could even get germs from the mud or something.

It won’t do good to sit still."

I changed Demian’s clothes as he spat milk on them. Dem was watching over Dion who was running around after Sapphire.

"Dion, don’t touch Sapphire’s tail. She will scratch you," I said after Dion who did not pay any attention to me and was busy playing.

"I thought you cut Sapphire’s nails the other day," Dem said.

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"That’s not working. He doesn’t even understand you."

"Oh, he does. He just chooses to ignore me right now," I said.

I knew my son understood my words, almost every word, since he turned one. But he would not listen to me all the time.

Dem now got fed up because he constantly was worried if our son would fall down or injure himself. He picked Dion up and just brought him to our bed. Our bed was quite high, so he could not yet get down by himself.

"Dada!"

"What? You are standing up to me now?" Dem faked anger at him.

Dion furrowed his brows and stared back at Dem. Both he and I started laughing.

"Oh, really, who did you learn that from? Your mommy? She looks at me like that sometimes," Dem said, laughing.

"Come on. When do I do that?"

"You show your anger that way. I am more vocal and you show it with your expressions," he said. "And you would be like- Dem!"

He mimicked my voice. "Did you see how your son was like ’Dada!’. It was exactly like you."

I took Dion in my arms and kissed him at least ten times all over his face. "You are so much like Mama, aren’t you?"

"Sucks how Demian won’t come to me," Dem muttered, taking a seat beside me on the bed.

He placed his arm around my shoulder and kissed my hair.

"He will eventually. Some children take some time to go to someone else other than their mother," I said.

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Dem had been trying to hold Demian every day, but he always started crying and would not stop until I took him back.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while as Dion took an interest in his brother and kept pointing at things like Demian’s eyes, nose, lips, ears to me.

We did not talk much about what Cyan said to us. There was nothing to talk about after all. We could do nothing but be careful.

I still felt like something was off. I was not noticing something, but I had no idea what.

It was a suffocating feeling knowing everything was in front of you but you were not noticing something vital.

Dem rubbed his thumb across my cheek affectionately. "You are glowing."

"I am not even pregnant."

"Only pregnant women don’t glow," he said. "We got to wait a little more, don’t we?"

"I heal quickly, but I guess, I still think it’s better to wait a little more and this time… Let’s just hope there is no accidental pregnancy. We cannot have another one," I said.

"How can we? These two are enough," he said.

"No, no, enough for now only. I want a girl. We don’t have a girl, only boys. I don’t want our family to be of three boys and me. I would be so lonely. I need a girl who can be my best friend."

"I can be that."

"Girl best friend," I said.

"I also wanted a girl, but well, it’s fine even if we don’t have any. And even if we decide to have another kid later, much later, what’s the chance we will have a girl? We might even have another boy."

"Boy or girl, the next one will be the last, if we still feel like having one more after a few years."

"Yeah. Thoughts change every day."

He placed his chin on my shoulder. "Someday, I wish things are as good as today."

"For a King and a Queen, we are leading a pretty mess-free life since there are no matters like concubines, or jealousy of that sorts… I mean, there is jealousy, but that’s just us being petty, usually you."

"I am jealous by nature. But what about you? You got jealous over a dream and you still talk about it," he raised his brow at me.

"That was a seriously awful dream. You have no idea how I felt that time, like seeing you with someone else… It felt so real. I was scared and angry. It’s not like it’s just you with insecurities. I had insecurities too, although they are not the same as yours. However, they make me suffer kind of the same."

"Still?"

"Well, a lot less than before. I have gotten confident about my body and my usefulness. One of the best points of this power is that it makes me feel useful. That cheers me up more than I give credit."

"You were never useless."

"That’s just you saying so."

"Not really. You always tried hard to do something. You took a part of the paperwork, remember? At that time, you did not even have your power."

"That was not enough, was it?"

"Obviously, it was. It was more than enough. I am glad right now, you are not doing the paperwork and letting me handle it. I cannot believe going through something like childbirth and not take at least a few years off."

"You are exaggerating. I don’t need that much time," I chuckled. "I will go back to work as soon as possible."

"Take your time. It’s not like I cannot handle them."

"Sure, you can. After all, you did so before you married me. But I don’t want you to do everything. You also take care of the kids."

"Dion only."

"Yes, but that’s not any less work. Besides, every time I get up at night to feed Demian, you are up as well."

"Yeah… I doze off on your shoulder anyway. What’s the point?"

It was no denying that Dem had been more than helpful in everything since Dion was born. Now, after Demian’s birth, he was extra careful and always was there whether I needed him or not. At night, I had to get up at least thrice to feed Demian. Every time, Dem would get up as well even though I told him many times that he did not need to do that.

He could just get some sleep since he was working twice as hard. But he would always stay up with me and sometimes, he would doze off with his head on my lap or shoulder.

It was actually cute. Although my shoulders ached the next morning, I liked when he did that. It was like he was trying to support me, but his sleep was just not letting him. It was adorable.

"It’s the thought that counts," I pointed out.

"That’s just bullshit. Suppose you think you will help someone. But you just create more problems for them. Can you say then that it’s the thought that counts? You can’t, because if you can’t do something properly, it’s just bullshit no matter what kind of thought you had before."

"Really, you can try to look at the brighter side of life sometimes," I said, patting his arm.

"Do you?"

"Well, not always for sure. But at least, sometimes, I try to."

"If I fall asleep tonight, just shake me or something."

He and I both knew I was not going to do it. But he got his comfort saying it and I got my comfort knowing how much he cared for me.

How many husbands did that? I was pretty sure the number would be very low.

Dem was the perfect husband and a good father. He had a few bad points and they were quite extreme, but at least, he was loyal and would not hurt me or our kids. He would protect us from everything even if it meant putting himself in danger. It was not like I would just let him do that. But as I said, it was the thought that counts.