Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Dimitri kissed my belly. “Hey there baby.” he cooed. I grinned and rolled my eyes. He would have full discussions with my stomach if I allowed it.  

“Stop being weird. You’re going to scar our child before it even comes out.” 

“Whatever.” Dear lord. If he was like this now, what about when I start showing?

“We have to go. Remember our welcome party got delayed to today.”

“Yes. Are we telling them?”

I nodded, “Probably easiest if we make a big announcement.” 

“Yeah. I told them to tattoo you there too. I figured after your billionth Strigoi killing, it’s not a big deal.” I smiled, I remember when I was first in love with Dimitri. When we were in his bed, under a spell that wasn’t completely the necklace, and I was so amazed that he had killed six Strigoi. He told me I would have more than him one day. Who would have thought that day would be only a year from then? I did have more than him, but only because I was reckless. I jumped into any fight blindly, it’s stupid. Then again, I’ve never lost. “Hey-earth to Rose.” 

“Oh, sorry.”

“Are you okay? What were you thinking about?” Dimitri, always worrying. 

“Just thinking about our first kiss, the night we almost-”

“I should have taken you there. Realized I was hopelessly in love with you, no matter what.” Taken me? How did he make those words sound so hot?

“It certainly would have made things easier. Lissa would be dead though. It was good that one of us could bring ourselves to sense.”

He laughed, “It was so hard to walk away from you. If that happened to us now, after all I know, I wouldn’t have tried.” 

“Lissa would be dead.” 

“Maybe not.” I should be mad at him for saying he would risk Lissa’s life just to have sex with me-but I couldn’t be. Because in all honesty, I do love him a little bit more than her. It doesn’t mean I would actually risk her life for sex, just that I understood what he was saying. And I loved him for it. 

“When did you first realize you were in love with me?” I asked him.

“Realized?” I nodded. “When you kissed me that night. But I was in love with you for a lot longer than that Roza. Every time you touched me was like a second of heaven, of coming home. Even if you were punching me in the face.” I laughed. 

“You have a strange standard of love Comrade.”

He tickled my sides, “What about you?”

“I have no idea. I feel like my love for you has always been there, just waiting for you to man up and claim it.”

“Man up?”

“Yes. It took you long enough.” I teased. 

“Oh Roza, you exhaust me.” 

                                                                ~o0o~

Dimitri’s Point of View

Abe did not look happy. He must know. Rose took my hand and said goodbye to Eddie. She had cached up with everyone now and she was walking to the front of the room. My palms were growing sweaty. How would people react? We finally reached our destination and Rose looked out over the crowd proudly. She may not know it, but she was born to lead. To be the best. “Hey everyone! We have an announcement.” I got everyones attention. There wasn’t a pair of eyes that weren’t on us. 

“We know it’s impossible, but we um...” She was having a hard time.

“We’re pregnant!” I exclaimed and there was a shocked look on everyones faces. Then Lissa squealed like a pig. She ran to Rose and hugged her hard. 

“Uh. I knew it! Your boobs are so much bigger than normal!” she yelled and Rose blushed. I gazed down at her chest. They were pretty nice. Rose saw me examining them and raised an eyebrow at me. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. She blushed further. A deep cough. 

“Dimitri?” Abe was standing in front of me. 

“Mr. Mazur.” I shook his hand.  

“So you knocked my daughter up.” 

“Umm. No. I’m starting a family with your daughter.” I told him confidently. 

He took a deep breath, “Right answer Belikov.” He walked away. Rose linked her arm in mine. 

“You okay?” she asked, eyeing her father. 

“Yes.” 

“Rosemarie?”

Rose sighed, “Mom? Don’t call me that!” Janine rolled her eyes in the Hathaway way and took Rose and I into a surprising hug. 

“Oh Rose. I hope you know what your doing. Don’t make the mistakes I did. And you, Dimitri, do not fuck this up.” Fuck it up? Why do they think so low of me? Probably because I slept with their seventeen year old daughter. I remember that night. It was amazing. 

Flashback:

“Sit down,” I said, gesturing to the bed. Making a fire was easy and I was preoccupied with thoughts about Rose. But I pushed them aside and watched her carefully, but not obviously. I grabbed a first aid kit and some water then pulled a chair up next to the bed on which Rose was sitting. 

“You have to let me go,” Rose was begging, “Don’t you see? Don’t you see how Jesse has to pay? He tortured her! He did horrible things to her.” Rose was still begging. I looked into her beautiful eyes to find the crazy that was not my Roza. I wet some gauze and dabbed it to the side of her forehead. She winced and I frowned, looking over her again. She was hopelessly somewhere else. I needed to do something. Give her something to hold onto. 

“He’ll be punished, believe me. And the others.” It was only eight words, but I put my most menacing voice into them-trying to convince her. She didn’t care. 

“With what?” I winced at her tone. “Detention? This is as bad as Victor Dashkov. Nobody does anything around here! People commit crimes and get away with it. He needs to hurt. They all need to.” Bloodlust. That was all I heard. None of the sweet, sweet sarcasm and obstinate edge. I realized I had stopped and was looking at her. My mask was down and I knew she saw my concerned, even though she didn’t show it. 

“Rose, I know you’re upset, but you know we don’t punish people like that. It’s...savage.” 

“Yeah? What’s wrong with that? I’d bet it’d stop them from doing it again.” She was trembling and probably going to make a run for it soon. “They need to suffer for what they did! And I want to be the one to do it! I want to hurt them all. I want to kill them all.” I felt helpless. I couldn’t even help her. When she bolted up, I was expecting it and held her down. I was struggling to keep my guardian mask on, probably giving her a look of worry and fight. She kept fighting and she was strong, she had been taught by the best, but I dug my fingers into her shoulders even deeper. I resisted the urge to soften my grip and let those fingers wander. Instead, I focused on Rose’s despair. 

“Rose! Snap out of this!” I was yelling at her, desperate to make it okay. “You don’t mean any of it. You’ve been stressed and under a lot of pressure-it’s making a terrible event that much worse.” She wasn’t buying it.

“Stop it!” She was shouting now too. “You’re doing it-just like you always do. You’re always so reasonable, no matter how awful things are.” Reasonable? Oh, Roza. I’m anything but reasonable right now. “What happened to wanting to kill Victor in prison, huh? Why was that okay, but not this?” I had no good answer. 

“Because that was an exaggeration. You know it was. But this...this is something different. There’s something wrong with you right now.” I tried to sound soothing and calm. It had the opposite effect on her. 

“No, there’s something right with me. I’m the only one who wants to do anything around here, and if that’s wrong, I’m sorry. You keep wanting me to be some impossible, good person, but I’m not! I’m not a saint like you.” 

“Neither of us is a saint,” I said dryly thinking of all the very inappropriate things I wanted to do with her right now, “Believe me, I don’t-” She pushed me out of her way and I was caught off guard. Dammit. I grabbed her and used my whole weight to hold her. Our closeness almost took me over. I wanted her. So bad. 

She was unfazed, “Let me go!” She was trying to free her hands and I didn’t let her. Dammit! Why couldn’t she understand?

“No,” I knew I sounded desperate and scared. “Not until you break out of this. This isn’t you!” I willed her to listen.

“It is! Let me go!” 

“It’s not. It isn’t you! It isn’t you.” I felt like she was torturing me with her denial.

“You’re wrong! It is-” She stopped short. Some thought was forming in her mind. She was starting to relax-or trying to. I needed to help her hold on.

“Rose.” I put all of my love into that one little title that meant so much to me. She was still thinking and her body started to tremble. She wasn’t angry though. She was scared. I released my grip on her. 

“Oh my God.” Her voice was shaking. I was still close to her and  I couldn’t stop the hand that reached up to stroke her face. 

“Rose, are you okay?” I asked and continued to stroke her face. 

“I...I think so. For now.” She was still shaking.

“It’s over,” I was now brushing the hair out of her face. “It’s over. Everything’s all right.”

She shook her head, “No. It’s not. You...you don’t understand. It’s true-everything I was worried about. About Anna? About me taking away spirit’s craziness? It’s happening, Dimitri. Lissa lost it out there with Jesse. She was out of control, but I stopped her because I sucked away her anger and put it into myself. And it’s-it’s horrible. It’s like I’m, I don’t know, a puppet. I can’t control myself.” I furrowed my eyebrows. I wasn’t sure I could believe in all of that. Although what I just saw of her could convince me. 

“You’re strong. It won’t happen again.” I assured her and kept stroking her face. 

“No. It will happen again. I’m going to be like Anna. I’m going to get worse and worse. This time it was bloodlust and hate. I wanted to destroy them. I needed to destroy them. Next time? I don’t know. Maybe it’ll just be craziness, like Ms. Karp. Maybe I’m already crazy, and that’s why I’m seeing Mason. Maybe it’ll be depression like Lissa used to get. I’ll keep falling and falling into that pit, and then I’ll be like Anna and kill-” 

“No.” I interrupted her. I wouldn’t let that happen. I moved my face to kiss her and then stopped myself short. “It won’t happen to you. You’re to strong. You’ll fight it, just like you did this time.” 

“I only did because you were here.” Oh, Roza. I wrapped my arms around her and she buried her face into my shoulder. “I can’t do it by myself.” She whispered so only I would hear. 

“You can.” Shit. My voice was trembling. “You’re strong-you’re so, so strong. It’s why I love you.” God, did I love her. 

She squeezed her eyes shut, “You shouldn’t. I’m going to become something terrible. I might already be something terrible.” No you’re not. You’re everything wonderful that I’m able to hold. I pulled away and looked her in the eyes. 

“You aren’t. You won’t. I won’t let you. No matter what, I won’t let you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and I put my lips to her hers. It was sweet and tender. God. I picked up the intensity of the kiss and showed her the hunger and need behind my love. She had one arm around my neck and and her nails were digging into my back. I let my hands travel down and over the curve of her breast. I slid her onto the bed and grazed her inner thigh with my fingertips, dragging her leg around me. We pulled back at the same moment and looked into each others eyes. “We can’t...” I told her this, but I even I didn’t believe it. 

“I know.” She agreed but I didn’t care. I needed her. I pushed my mouth on to hers and started to remove her clothes. When we were both finally naked and ready I pressed myself into her and rejoiced in the way every curve of our bodies fit. It was perfect. And in that moment, I knew we were meant to last.

Present time:

Someone pulled me out of my spacing mind and I saw Christian in front of me. “Congratulations.” 

“Thank you Christian.” I nodded my thanks and turned to Rose.

“What were you thinking about?” She asked as she eyed me speculatively. 

“You never gave me choice.” 

“What?”

“I was meant to love you Rose.” I kissed my wife and soul mate with as much passion as that night. Just like us, it was meant to last. 

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