MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

After getting Celena tucked into bed, her parents smiled as they reminisced about the delightful evening.

"She had such a wonderful time tonight, didn't she?" her mother said with a warm smile. "The way her face lit up when she was dancing and playing games. These are memories."

Her father chuckled. "I thought for sure she was going to vibrate right out of her shoes with how excited she was! Though I can't say I blame her - those games and activities we planned really were a hit."

"We'll have to do something like this again next year," her mother mused. "You know, maybe turn it into a little tradition - a celebration eve the night before her actual birthday."

"A birth-eve celebration?" Her father grinned. "I love it. Celena would get such a kick out of having her very own eve tradition like that."

They shared a contented look, already looking forward to planning next year's birth-eve festivities and making more joyful memories with their effervescent daughter.

Rose went to the kitchen to finish cleaning up the kitchen from the evening's celebrations while Blake stepped outside onto the veranda. The cool night air was refreshing as he listened to the sounds of nature awakening around them. With his heightened senses, it was effortless to tune into the rustling of small creatures emerging, the crunch of leaves as they scampered about.

He could not only hear them, but see them clearly in the darkness.

Rose soon joined him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and resting her head against his back. "What are you thinking about out here?" she asked quietly.

Blake turned to face her, enveloping her in his embrace. "I was just thinking what a wonderful mother Celena has, and how incredibly lucky I am to have such a beautiful, caring wife," he said, his eyes shining with sincerity.

A bright smile spread across Rose's face. She rose up on her tiptoes to place a tender kiss on his lips, then began tracing small circles with her fingertips over his chest. "You're pretty wonderful yourself, you know," she murmured. "Celena and I are the lucky ones."

Blake grinned teasingly at Rose. "Well, with that look in your eyes, it seems like maybe Celena might want a little brother or sister to share these birth-eve celebrations with." He punctuated the statement with a playful kiss on her neck.

Rose responded by leaning in to sniff at Blake's neck, her eyes flashing a brief reddish tint before fading back to normal. She then playfully nipped at his ear before whispering something affectionate.

Blake's eyes twinkled as they too took on a faint reddish glow momentarily. Before Rose could react further, Blake swiftly scooped her up into his arms, holding her close.

Blake flashed a roguish smile at Rose before blitzing them with superhuman speed up to their bedroom in the blink of an eye.

"You worked so hard today getting everything ready for Celena's birth-eve celebration," he said, gently setting her down. "Why don't you let me give you a relaxing massage?"

Rose smiled knowingly. "I certainly hope it stays just a massage," she replied with a wink.

Blake raised his hands innocently. "When have I ever done anything you didn't like?"

Rose laughed lightly. "Fair point." She leaned in to peck him on the cheek. "Actually, a nice cool bath sounds heavenly before any massages. Would you mind preparing the area while I get the bathwater ready?"

"Of course, my love," Blake agreed readily. "You go relax, and I'll have everything set up for your massage when you're done."

With that, Rose headed into the bathroom, already looking forward to soaking her cares away in the tub before allowing Blake's skilled hands to work out any lingering knots or tension. Sometimes having a mate with supernatural abilities really came in handy.

Blake got to work rearranging the bedroom for Rose's massage. With his superhuman speed, he blitzed back and forth in a blur of motion, gathering all the necessary supplies.

First, he sped downstairs and returned with a small table that could be placed over the bed, providing the ideal surface for Rose to lay comfortably. He arranged it just so, draping soft towels over the top.

Next, he blitzed into the small storage room, emerging with an armful of plush pillows and blankets to ensure Rose's total relaxation. These he carefully arranged at one end of the table.

In the blink of an eye, Blake zipped into the bathroom and back, carrying a tray of various massage oils, each giving off its own soothing aroma - lavender, eucalyptus, sandalwood. He lined them up neatly nearby.

Candlelight always helped set the mood, so Blake blurred around the bedroom, strategically placing and lighting an array of softly flickering candles. Their gentle glow cast a warm, inviting ambiance.

By the time he was done, the room was a tranquil oasis, prepped and ready for Rose's massage. Blake took a moment to survey his handiwork, feeling satisfied.

There was an excited energy and enthusiasm to his superhuman movements as he eagerly prepared this relaxing experience for his beloved wife. Pampering Rose brought Blake a special kind of joy and contentment.

Rose emerged from the bathroom, a plush towel wrapped snugly around her chest. She paused in the doorway, taking in the transformed bedroom with an appreciative smile.

"Well, you certainly were fast," she remarked, eyeing the flickering candles, aromatic oils, and massage setup Blake had deftly arranged.

Blake gave her a roguish wink. "I couldn't keep my beautiful wife waiting, now could I?" He gestured towards the massage table. "Why don't you get comfortable while I get everything else prepared?"

As Rose made her way over and settled faced-down on the padded table, Blake turned his attention to preparing himself. He moved with his trademark blurred speed.

First, he blitzed into the bathroom and quickly disrobed down to just a pair of loose fitting pants. Then he efficiently brushed his teeth and splashed some cold water on his face to heighten his focus.

Back in the bedroom, Blake lit a few sticks of incense, allowing their woodsy, grounding scent to further relax the atmosphere. He pulled his hair back into a short ponytail to keep it out of the way.

Finally, he warmed a generous pool of scented oil between his strong hands, expertly blending the fragrant liquids. The familiar aromas of lavender, bergamot, and sandalwood filled the air.

With everything prepared, Blake moved to stand beside the massage table, rolling his shoulders and stretching his arms. His bare chest and biceps rippled with wiry muscle.

"All set," he murmured to Rose with a reassuring smile. "Just let me know if you need anything at all. This is all about your relaxation."