I've read a few fanfics where, by some miracle, Dimitri knocked up Rose, which I think is bollocks. You can't change something infinite to fit your happily ever after. Therefore, this little plot bunny bounced into my head. It's only a short little one shot, but I'm trying to get back into writing, so I might have more stories on the way. Don't take my word for it though.
I don't own VA or any of the characters, cause I'm not super rich. Wish I was. I'm just not.
Any and all mistakes are my own. I don't have a beta, but there's shouldn't be too many errors.
"Dimitri, we've been through this so many times! When will you accept that I don't care?"
"And when will you accept that I just want to you to have everything?"
Oh, Comrade.
Dimitri and I have been married for two years now. He proposed to me a few years after Lissa became Queen. The wedding followed a few months later.
Everything had been going smoothly until he asked if I wanted kids.
If only I hadn't hesitated before saying no. If only.
"You know I won't care. I can't give you-"
"For God's sake, Dimitri," I interrupted. He sat down in the chair across from where I sat on the sofa. With his foot resting on his knee, he leaned his head into his hands. "I don't care. I don't need a kid to be happy; I don't necessarily want one anyway, they just scream, shit and puke. You make me happy, that's all I need. Plus, I like being a guardian. I couldn't do that while pregnant and then I'd have a baby to look after. It's impractical. I accepted long ago that I couldn't have kids. I'm okay with it."
"But..." He stopped talking when I stood up. I walked towards him and then folded myself up in his lap. His entire body melted with relaxation as his arms encircled me.
"Dimitri, please. I don't want a kid. And even if I did, I don't want to sleep with anyone else but you."
"Why, Mrs Belikov, you do have an excellent point there," he whispered, as his lips faintly brushed down my neck. A shiver ran down my spine and settled deep inside me.
Oh, Comrade.
With limbs entangled, cocooned in a blanket, we basked in the post-coital haze.
"Roza..." He started, warily.
"Yes, Comrade?"
"How about adoption? That would solve all our issues. We'd find a little Dhampir, or Moroi, and raise him - or her - together. We'll make our own family." He said it in a way I could picture it all perfectly.
And I wanted it so bad.
"But what about Liss?" It was a stupid question, but I was worried about the possibility of something going wrong when I wasn't there. It would nearly kill me.
"She's the queen, she has more than enough guardians; she can survive without you always there. She's your best friend, Roza, she'll be happy for you."
Damn him and his simple logic! I should've known really. He was 100% right, and he knew it. She would've been ecstatic to have a niece or nephew. I had no doubt the kid would be very, very spoilt.
"I guess you're right. But I highly doubt there's some Dhampir orphanage hiding somewhere. Why would there be?"
"For those who want to return to duty. Or those who simply give their baby up, for their own reasons. It happens with humans."
It was then I realise I had my fairy tale. I had a kick-ass (excuse the pun) job, an intelligent and beautiful best friend, and a drop dead gorgeous soul mate whom I could have a family with.
"This is perfect. You are perfect," I said as I pulled his lips to mine and lost each other in our love.
I realise this could be turned into a full story, I just don't know if I have the motivation to do so. Reviews might help. ;)