I do not own Vampire Academy or the characters. Richelle Mead does, as you all know. This is just a short one-shot I thought of. I always wondered what was going through Janine's mind when she gave Rose to the academy, and this is just one scenario I pictured. It might seem a little OOC but whatever. If you don't like… don't read.
The cold rain fell down gently in the dead of night. A teenage girl hurried down an alley. Nine months ago, she had the most life-changing, horrible news that came in the form of a little pink plus.
Now she carried her beautiful baby girl in a bundle of blankets. She was afraid. She didn't know how badly having a child could mess up her life and she still had her whole life ahead of her. She spent whole life training to become a guardian. Guardians didn't raise children. Additionally, she just got a good charge, one who paid decently and treated her well, which was a lot more than what some other guardians could say.
However, news of her pregnancy could ruin her reputation, a reputation that she put her whole life into building. 20 years would be wasted. But, as much as she wanted to hate Abe, she couldn't. Abe. Ibrahim Mazur. Every time she thought of him, she thought of gentle caresses and meaningless sweet nothings whispered into her ear. She didn't want to admit it to herself, yet the moment their lips touched, she knew. She knew that she was irresponsibly, impossibly in love with him. But so what. She previously looked down on pregnant dhampirs. She refused to be known as one of them. But Abe. NO! she told herself. He was a Moroi. It would be silly of her to think they could raise a family together. So Janine Hathaway made the hardest decision she'd ever had to make.
Janine met Alberta on the outskirts of Missoula and with silent tears running down her face, handed over her child. Her Rosemary. Neither woman said anything. Rose slept peacefully; how could she know her future involved heartache over an absent mother and endless teasing from other kids who knew both of their parents and talked to them on a regular basis.
The eighteen year old mother backed up, leaving her heart with her Rosemary, hoping, praying her little girl would understand her decision someday and not hate her own mother too much while growing up.