Marshall gazed down at the small and chubby figure before him. The body was tucked all around with blankets and its fragile head laid peacefully against the mattress. It was weird for Marshall to think that he was a father to the thing in the crib he hovered in front of. To the creature who resembled and acted like a potato.

The vampire felt his feet touch the ground as he watched over the sleeping infant. Its dark blonde curls boarded his son's face and he was mixed between feeling repulsed and awestruck by the child. It was something he made. It was a piece of him. His and Fionna's legacy.

Beneath the closed eyelids were sparkling blue orbs that had red running through here and there. A reminder that he wasn't fully human nor was he fully a vampire. It was hard to fathom that he wasn't even in his life that time last year. That last year, he was just a man living life with the love of his life and then bam, this thing came along. This parasite that would one day call him 'daddy.'

Fionna was fast asleep in the other room and Marshall often found himself wide awake. He'd always end up wandering over to his son's crib and just stare at him while he slept. Would he grow up to be like Marshall? The vampire didn't know how he felt about that. Why did he suddenly become aware of the things he'd done in the past few centuries?

Marshall's frown deepened. This thing was making him regret the things he had done in his life. The things he had hardly cared to think about until now. And it disgusted him. He was the big bad Vampire King. Not some sissy daddy figure who played by the rules. He shouldn't give a damn about what he had done. But yet, he did. And he had regrets for the first time in his thousand years of living.

The baby sighed in his sleep and head lolled. Marshall reached out to the child and carefully picked him up. He didn't weigh a thing. Marshall knew he could fling the child with ease. Kick it if he wanted to. It slumped in his arms like a helpless sac, yet the baby boy still didn't wake up.

Marshall rested the child against his chest and rocked back and forth like he had seen Fionna do. It made him think about what his mom hadn't done for him growing up. After the Mushroom war, she had been a wreck not knowing where his father was. He was left to be nurtured by the future Ice Queen and supposed he learned to be as hard as he was to get through the troubles he had growing up in the time he needed a parent the most.

The vampire glanced down at the baby who's plump cheek was resting against his shirt. It drooled lightly and hiccuped in its sleep. Marshall felt himself smile and hold the baby's head close to his and closed his eyes.

The baby's skin was warmer than his but not as warm as Fionna's. His son had Marshall's shade of skin and the hair he did have was curly like Fionna's but fell around his head like his father's.

In a way, the baby had his mother's looks. But Marshall could see so much of himself in his son from the shape of their faces to the thin of their lips and point of their ears. He knew his son was going to grow to look a lot like him and he didn't know how he felt about that.

But as the infant sighed in his hands and snuggled closer to his father, Marshall felt his lip quiver, closed his eyes and held the infant close to him and as gently as he could. The slow heartbeat of the child massaged Marshall's being and he knew that he couldn't love anything more than the sac of flesh he had in his arms. Knew that it didn't matter what he had done in his life or who he was. Sure he was Marshall Lee the Vampire King, but now he had the important title of being Marshall Lee the Vampire Daddy. And for the first time in his life, he wanted to put aside his ways and be the father Marshall himself never had but his child deserved. And with time and patience, he knew he could be just that. It was for the best.