Disclaimer: I Do not own Make It or Break it. All characters belong to ABC Family and the writers. Even though I wish I owned Sasha Belov..lol.

He didn't know how he got here. He's been coaching at the Rocky Mountain Gymnastics Training Center for years now. It's been eight years. Wonderful, passionate, hard, and grueling things have happened in the eight years that he has been here. He has changed so much as a coach, a person, and a man. He found what he was searching for: love, happiness, completeness, and of course gymnastics. He came looking to find a golden gymnastics team, but in searching for his prestigious team, he found so much more. Something..someone..more important than any gymnastics award or routine that he has ever completed as a coach or gymnast. He found love. He found life. He found a home. All of this was in the one person he didn't expect to find it in: one of his gymnasts'.

He woke up at 3:30 on a Friday morning to get ready to go to the Rock. On his way to the kitchen he peaked in his 4 year old son Alexander's room. He was sleeping peacefully, just like a four year old should be sleeping. After leaving his son's room, he went to get his famous breakfast: Shredded Wheat's and milk. He was in a good mood today. He has seen his beautiful wife and his pride and joy. Thinking of his wife sometimes amazed him. Even after eight years she still takes his breath away with the passion she has for him, their son, and…after all this time..Gymnastics. As he was eating his breakfast...he thought back of how he met his wife.

EIGHT YEARS EARLIER

He stepped out of the car and faced a building with gray bricks and a red roof. "Great, I got dragged out of California for this place? What the hell was I thinking listening to Steve Tanner…I'm a bloody idiot. There is nothing special about this place." He stepped through the door and was shocked at what he saw: polished floors, sturdy spring board floors, gleaming even and uneven bars, and his specialty...the rings high above the mats. He was dragged from his observation of the gym by a tall muscular man said to be Alex Cruz. He was told of the agreements and contracts if he were to take this coaching job. He looked at the gymnast on the floor. Four of them were in the center of the floor staring back at him. One in particular caught his eyes immediately. She was in a purple leo with hair in a tight bun. She looked like the most sensible and stable one out of the group. She looked at him with dark blue eyes and a determined look on her face. That is the first thing that entranced him about her. From that moment on, he wanted to know her, teach her, and coach her. She was the one to convince him to stay. The motivation he had to stay was all around this one gymnast; this one young woman, who unbeknownst to her and himself at the time, had captured his heart.

Thinking back it wasn't the looks that drew him in. It was her passion, dedication, and her determined nature. Over the next year, he didn't know it, but he was slowly, steadily, and passionately, falling in love with a gymnast ten years younger than him. Not just any gymnast...no...A gymnast he himself was coaching. Shaking himself from his thoughts he got up and put his bowl in the dishwasherand headed up stairs to grab his gym bag from the master bedroom. He walked in the room to find his wife still sleeping. He looked at her with loving eyes. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each delicate breath she took. He looked at her blonde hair fanned out across the pillows saturating them with her rose scent that he loved so much. His eyes traveled down to her hand splayed out across her swollen belly. She was the epitome of perfection and beauty in his eyes. He walked over with slow, balanced steps as to not make noise to wake her. He bent down to brush a lock of creamy hair from her face. As he did, he let his fingers trail down her cheek, stopping to place them on her hand that was on her belly. He to, splayed is hand across her belly, marveling at the wonderful gift that they created. He seemed to fall in love with her all over again, every day. He stood there remembering when he first realized he had feelings for her.

SEVEN YEARS EARLIER

They were at nationals competing for spots on the national team. He walked over to her, looked at her determined face and knew that she would do whatever it took to get on the national team. He told her she was ready and that she would do a wonderful job. He watched as she chalked up her hands and got into the starting position. Halfway through she was doing good, but then he seen it: the way her arms looked when they were turning, he just knew that something was going wrong. He watched as she fell: ironically even in her fall...to him she looked like a falling angel. A mere few seconds after she hit the mat he was at her side. The only things going through his head was "Not her, anyone, but her. I can't lose her." It was there, by her broken body, in front of hundreds, that he realized that he loved her.

He smiled, thinking, that the fall she took, was the thing that really brought them together. It was the foundation and event that truly brought them together. After her fall, he vowed to help her be the best again. When she was well and able to practice again, he spent all of his energy and time helping her. He spent more of his time with her than anyone else. The late nights and early mornings brought them together. The things she did for him when no one else trusted him as a coach stayed with him, even now. It seemed that when everything fell apart with everything in his life, she was there, helping him as he helped her. He almost lost everything he had in his career... just for her, yet again. He looked at the clock on the bedside table. It read 5:30 A.M. He was shocked. He had been staring at her for an hour. He bent down to kiss her cheek and caress her belly when his phone went off. DAMN IT. He reached in his jeans to grab it.

"Belov" he said quietly into the phone, as to not wake up his wife.

"Ah...Belov..I was just calling to remind you of the nationals practice today. I know with Payson and Alexander you are busy, so you probably forgot. You being a family man and all now." Eileen Beels. The bane of Sasha Belov's existence. After years of coaching and many arguments she still got under his skin and irritated him to no end.

"No Eileen. I did not forget. I might have a pregnant wife and a four year old son at home, but I can balance my life and schedule. Unlike some people I know." Sasha retorted.

"Well at least I didn't have to resort to marrying one of my gymnasts to have a family. Unlike some people I know" Eileen knew she went too far with that last comment, but she didn't really care. Belov thinks he's still it.

He chuckled softly, thinking, "Leave it up to Beels to bring up the most important things in my life and make it sound horrid every time she talks to me."

"No Beels, I just fell in love. Something I don't think you're capable of. Before I end this misery with you…anything else?" Sasha asked with the air of sarcasm.

"No Belov. That's all." Eileen hung up after that.

He stared at his phone and noticed the time read 5:50. "Bloody hell. Just my luck to be late. Today of all days."

He stared at his wife thinking how lucky he is to have her. He bent down to kiss her forehead when he noticed her dark blue eyes looking at him.

"Sorry love, I didn't mean to wake you. I was just on the phone with Beels. Reminding me of the National Team practice at the gym today. Like I'd forget that. How are you feeling? Want me to get anything?" Sasha was asking all of this as he was getting his bag.

"Sasha, I'm six months pregnant, not an invalid. No I don't need anything. Thank you though." She huffed her response. She used to be a gymnast and the characteristics have never left her. Even after all these years.

"Alright love. I, obviously have to go to the gym according to Beels for the practice. I should be home around noon for lunch and then be back by three. If you need anything at all, please, please, please Payson, don't be stubborn and not call. I don't want anything happening to you." Sasha said.

"Alright, alright. No need to go all coach on me. If anything happens I'll call. I promise. " Payson only agreed to call, because she really wasn't feeling good today.

"Alright love. I would say stop by, but Beels is on a warpath, and I don't want you seeing me be, er…less than gentlemanly." Sasha said with little humor.

"Sasha, just do me a favor….don't kill each other. Please. Alexander needs his father; I need my husband; and our little girl needs her father when she gets here." She said that with tears in her eyes.

"We...we're…a girl…we're having a girl?" he asked with tears in his eyes. It took a lot for the legendary Sasha Belov to cry, but finding out he was going to have a little girl brought the water works to his eyes. Payson's face glowed with love as she took Sasha's hand and placed it were there little girl was safe and protected. As to say good morning she gave two swift kicks at the hand they placed there.

"Yes. Sasha, we're having a little girl. I would have told you yesterday, but I was a sleep when you came in from The Rock. I found out yesterday." Payson's face was glowing, even in the early morning sunlight pouring through the window.

"Oh, Payson, I…I love you, so much. Daddy loves you to angel." He said as he caressed her belly, and then leaned down to kiss the place his hands just left.

"Look I really have to go. I'm late as it is. Beels is going to kill me…well not if I…." he stopped as soon as he seen his wife's face…"ok, ok, I'll try my best to be a good boy. That doesn't mean I have to like it. I love you. I'll see you at lunch, love. Love you." Sasha bent down to kiss her one last time, before finally exciting the house and pulling out towards The Rock.