Hey everyone! I have never really written fan fic before, but I had this idea and I wanted to see where it might go. I'm sorry the first chapter is short, but I thought it was a good place to stop. I really hope you review as I want to see if you think I have something here. Also, what do you think of the title?

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Academy. Only Hugo, AJ, and Mason Markov at this point.

I was one of the lucky blood whores and I knew it. I had Hugo Markov, a Moroi that actually cared about his children and wanted what was best for them. That is why I was somewhat elated when he said that he would allow our children to attend St. Vladimir's. We had decided to give our children his last name to help them avoid questions; there was no doubt though that these were my children. My 5 year old, AJ, was just as badass as I was.

Anyway, that is what brought me back here. To the one place I never wanted to see again. It had been seven years, and I was sure much had changed. I knew I had. AJ was holding her father's hand and I was holding our 2 year old son. I also felt the movement of our little one on the way. We were lead through to corridor to Kirova's office. I kept my eyed on the floor less being noticed. We were ushered into a conference room and I sat down silently. I looked over at AJ who was looking around the room in wonder.

"AJ? I need you to be on your best behavior okay?"

AJ looked at me and batted her eyes. "Aren't I always?"

I groaned. Kirova was going to hate her too.

Hugo chucked. "Relax; everything is going to be fine. AJ can contain it for 10 minutes... I think." He reached over and took our son out of my arms. "And how is Mason today?"

"Hi Daddy."

I couldn't help smiling as the door opened and I heard the familiar clicking or her heels. They still sent shivers down my spine.

"Mr. Markov, it is a pleasure to welcome you to the Academy. We are sure Alissa will be happy here."

"That's AJ to you!"

I tried to stifle my smile, as Hugo chastised her. "AJ, manners."

"I'm sorry daddy." She looked at Kirova. "I'm sorry."

Kirova actually smiled. "It's okay. Now, first order of business, fathers full name?"

"Hugo Ivan Markov."

"Mother's full name?"

I looked up. "Rosemarie Hathaway."