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I lay awake, trying not to move. I knew there would be so many more precious moments like this but I wanted to savor every one of them. If there's anything I've learned, it's that you can lose the ones you love at any second. Dimitri's chest rose and fell as I stroked his hair. He looked so peaceful and I took this chance to study every inch of him. I didn't know anyone could be that beautiful. Of course I appreciated Ambrose's golden skin and beautiful eyes, but this was something completely different. I loved every single thing about him. Everything he hated about himself, I loved even more. I loved his stupid leather dusters and the slight Russian accent that showed up the most when he said my name. I closed my eyes and listened to his breathing. It was slow and barely audible. It started to quicken all the sudden, and I opened my eyes in worry. I saw him under the covers sleeping soundly, and I sighed a breath of relief. His eyes fluttered open. "Roza? How long have you been awake?" He asked. "Not long, I was just watching you sleep." He smiled a lovely, bright smile. One that could make anyone instantly beam back. We got out of bed and prepared for the day. I dressed in my typical guardian outfit while Dimitri made me scalding hot, black coffee, exactly the way I like it. Mornings are always going to be like this, I realized. Getting out of bed together and getting ready to protect Lissa and Christian. I thought about adorable, little Dimitris running around Court. They would have tiny dusters and carry around old, western novels. I quickly took back the thought. We can't be parents and guardians at the same time. It was practically impossible. The only way I was getting mini Dimitris was if I became a blood whore. I flinched. I hated that word, especially since so many Dhampir categorized as blood whores, didn't even let Moroi suck their blood. Even so, protecting Lissa is my duty. I wasn't going to be some housewife that did the laundry while Dimitri fought Strigoi. I may not want to be a typical blood whore, but the thought of having children has always made me cheerful. But that was the downside of being a guardian. I knew I shouldn't even think about kids. It just makes me gloomy and shifts my thoughts away from protecting Lissa. I brought my thinking back to the present. Dimitri was glancing at me. I must've looked deep in thought. "Are you alright?" He asked, his deep brown eyes glistening in the light. I nodded and looked up at him and all his beauty. He leaned down as his soft, brown hair fell around the sides of his face. I closed my eyes and brought him closer, closing the gap between us. His lips were warm and like a ray of sunshine. It reminded me of that kissed we shared right before Mason appeared and the Strigoi attacked St. Vladmir's. That kiss was so hopeful and so was this one. It brought hope for our future together. We have each other. We don't need kids, I thought, as I tried to reassure myself. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I could stay here forever. I pulled away, knowing that I needed to get to the main room of the palace, where Lissa was awaiting. "We have to get to Lissa and Christian," I said softly. He nodded. "Just one second longer," He said and kissed me again.