John
Mathew has been taking turns driving with me the last two nights. We are finally in Tennessee. The previous sign we passed on the interstate was for Knoxville. I can feel that we are getting close.
We will have to stop as it is an hour till sunrise. Besides, exhaustion is setting in. “Guys, we are close. I’m going to find us a motel and a place to eat.”
“I’m going to need to feed again, too,” Mathew says. “The thirst is getting stronger.” I see Delilah reach across the console and take his hand. “I’m ready, Mathew.” She states. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I don’t want to rush you before you’re ready to be marked.” “Yes, I’m sure.” She smiles. “As long as it won't hurt the baby.” “I would never hurt our little one.” He says.
We go through a drive to get two bags o
