The Thorns of A Rose

AN/SEQUEL TO RUSSIAN MAFIA BOSS

Summary: Rose and Dimitri have a little bundle of joy on the way! Dimitri has quit being apart of the Mafia for Rose, but when some trouble arises... will he have to go back to make sure that Rose is safe? How will Rose take this? And their child? Lemons beware.

Rose POV

The door opened and shortly after closed. His brilliant smell wafted to me before I even saw him. Yup, he's home.

A pair of beefy, strong arms coil around my waist, pulling me into a hard stomach. My head leans back to rest on a bicep, and the beautiful scent of aftershave envelopes me.

"Hey," comes a husky voice from behind me. I can only smile and bite my lips. He has this amazing affect on me, and I can't quite put a finger on what it is, but it's powerful. With just the look in his eyes, he can make me do anything he wants. But he isn't like that; in fact, he prefers doing things for me, especially because of my condition.

Well, I'd hardly call it a condition-it's much too glorious to be called something like that. Having a broken leg is a condition. Having bodily temperature problems is a condition.

Being pregnant is most definitely not a condition.

It's beautiful. I'm beautiful. My son is beautiful. Or, at least he will be when he comes out.

"Hi there, cowboy," I teased, turning around and facing the love of my life. Dimitri Belikov. Aah, what a beautiful face. I can look at him for the rest of eternity and never get bored of his face. And body, Jesus he is to die for.

Dimitri and I met about seven months ago. It was a weird incident... you could call it that. He smashed my window and hid in my home. I was scared shitless, and in the process, I nearly gave him a concussion. I didn't interogate him much, and let him stay in my home. I know, it's weird how I completely believed him and didn't call the cops. I'm surprised myself.

But it turned out to be the smartest choice of my life.

I had been unaware that he had been doing work underground, killing people, including my best friend's whole family. I was sincerely ticked off, but I still didn't call the police. The reason? Frankly, I was afraid. I wasn't sure what Dimitri was capable of, and he didn't seem like the cuddles with kittens type. I hadn't realized that the real reason was that I was falling head over heels in love with him. It was odd, I hadn't known that much information about the man, though I was so, so interested in him already. Ever since those drunken kisses the night of the date I had with Adrian, and that time that he pressed a gun's barrel to my heart.

I began to feel... something for him. I wasn't sure if it was romantic, or purely a fling, because I still hadn't known too much of him at that point. But when he returned from that little trip he took, things became steamy. And not to mention, real. I had been lying to my father to allow Dimitri to stay with me. I didn't know why, but I really wanted him there. Maybe I had an attraction to him the whole time.

Things had quickly escalated, hence me pregnant, and our marriage.

Yeah, we got married. It was a beautiful wedding. Few people were there, after all, most of both our families were deceased, but my dad showed up with a couple of his body guards. Lissa and everyone I worked with came, Sonya and Mikhail too. Some people from school I invited as well, and Dimitri had some friends from Russia that he asked to come as well. It was a little wedding, it was in a beautiful garden, and after the whole after party, we went home and were at it for hours like bunnies.

I quickly glanced down at the wedding band on my ring finger. It was absolutely gorgeous. I could never fathom how Dimitri had the eye for the perfect ring, but this certainly was the one.

"How was your day, beautiful?" Dimitri asked me. I smiled at him and began to tell him about Lissa's and my little lunch date. Dimitri led me into the living room. A few weeks before the wedding, Abe had tried to buy Dimitri and I a new house. Dimitri, however, refused his offer. He paid for our own house with his money, declaring that it was ours, and only ours.

Meaning, Abe would have to knock when he wanted to come in.

No more getting caught with no pants on! I was thankful for that, thankful for Dimitri in general.

"And how was yours?" I asked sitting beside him, leaning my head on his shoulder. There was faint music playing in the background; there always was. It helped Rex sleep and if I ever wanted to sleep again, I would play this music. That dog has some damn lungs!

Dimitri shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing too serious. Just a couple broken limbs," he said. I know what you're thinking-Dimitri's still in the mafia?

No, he's a doctor. It surprised me too. "I still don't understand how you're a doctor," I said with a small chuckle.

Dimitri tsked. "You always think the worst of me, Roza," he whined and turned to me and pressed his lips to mine for a quick peck. I giggled and sank into the couch more.

"You think so? Then you'd be surprised what I was thinking about while Lissa was over," I said seductively. I leaned in. "I though of you naked, laying on the bed, waiting for me to join you," I whispered in his ear.

A shiver ran through Dimitri's spine, and I felt him twitch beside me. "Roza... the things you do to me..." he whimpered. I knew that Dimitri had a serious soft spot for me, and I used it to my advantage all the time.

Dimitri's hand lingered to my tummy, my very swollen and vaguely resembling a watermelon, tummy. He brushed his fingers over it. He gazed at my stomach lovingly, I knew his son meant the world to him, unborn or not.

"How is my son doing?" Dimitri asked, glancing over at me. We had found out the gender almost a month ago, more or less.

"He kicked a lot today. Maybe it was because I was thinking about you so much," I said in a soft voice. Dimitri turned to look at me, cupped my face with his big, calloused hands and crashed his lips down on mine.

"I love you so much," he whispered to me. I smiled as I felt my eyes prickle. I knew he was telling the absolute truth.

I was on my knees, before the toilet, throwing up my breakfast. I felt horrible all morning. Thankfully, it was Saturday, so Dimitri didn't have work today. He kneeled besides me, holding my hair back from my face, rubbing my back lovingly, whispering sweet nothings in Russian. I could only understand half the words he was saying, but at the moment, my mind was directed towards other matters.

Dimitri flushed the toilet for me, and helped me get up. He rubbed the corners of my lips with a damp towel and handed me a cup of water.

"Are you okay, Sweetheart?" he asked me soothingly. I nodded my head, downing the cup and placing it down on the sink counter. I took a deep breath and picked up the box. I looked at it, and then at Dimitri. He stared at me blankly, not moving.

I waved a hand in front of his face. "Yo. Dimitri. Out," I said, jabbing my thumb in the direction of the door. Dimitri shook out of the trance he was in and rose an eyebrow.

"What? Why?"

"Because. You're not going to watch me piss on a stick," I said and grasped his hand, pulling him to the door. A snooty smirk formed at his lips.

"I've seen you piss many time. Sometimes you didn't even know I was watching," he said, and my face contorted in horror. "How could this be any different?" he asked, confused.

"Okay, you're weird. Out. Now. Go play with Rex or something. He needs something to hump, go offer him your leg," I teased, holding the door knob with Dimitri on the other side.

"I'd rather hump your leg, Roza."

I snickered and closed the door, making sure to lock it before heading back over to the toilet to do my business.

Two minutes later, I had already peed on three of them, and they were all sitting on the toilet lids with the caps back on. I was waiting patiently. To pass some time, I washed my hands and even did a little nervous dance. Dimitri knocked on the door, and I anxiously opened it and ushered him in.

"Now we play the waiting game..." I said mysteriously. Dimitri only chuckled and shook his head side to side.

We stood there for one more minute, in which felt like four goddamned hours. Rex waddled in and watched the ordeal.

Positive.

Positive.

Positive.

Dimitri's eyes were as wide as saucers, and at first I didn't know what to think.

Was he disappointed? Was he angry? Was he happy?

I turned to him, tears threatening to spill, and he shook his head from the shock. "Fuck!" he shouted. I gasped at him.

He didn't want me. He hated me. He didn't want our child.

Dimitri leaned his head against the wall, not moving. I slowly walked up behind him, placing my fingers on the small of his back. "Dimitri..." I mumbled.

Dimitri turned around in a flash, and in that millisecond of time, I was in his arms. Dimitri was breathing harsh breaths. All I could think was 'he's going to leave me', but he didn't speak.

He pulled away from me, and I was absolutely flabbergasted to see tears rolling down his cherry red cheeks. "Roza..."

I broke out crying when he spoke my name. "I'm sorry!" I cried. Dimitri watched me, confused. He placed a trembling hand on my cheek, and I looked into his bottomless eyes. "I'm so sorry," I said, putting my head in my hands.

Dimitri peeled my hands from my face and made me look at him. "Roza, you don't understand. You... you have just made me the happiest man in this universe," he said, shock, excitement, confusion, and love all pooling in his eyes as more and more tears spilled from his eyes. I was pretty goddamned sure that I looked the same.

"You're not mad?" I asked. Well fuck! I was worried for nothing.

Dimitri chuckled a humorless laugh. "Of course I'm not mad, Roza, how could I be mad at such a... such a miracle? he asked in bewilderment. "Jesus..." he started speaking incoherently in Russian then, and I thought that he went brain dead. He was excited, that was for sure. What was with his actions earlier, then? "I love you!" he cried out in joy.

More and more tears now streamed down my cheeks. "I" sniff "Love" sniff "you too!" I shouted and jumped into his arms.

"We're hungry!" I shouted to Dimitri. Since I was technically two people now, I referred to my self as 'we', and 'us', etc. Dimitri love that, and even called me 'you guys'. It's really funny, actually, especially when people come over, and are dead confused.

"Kay, I'll make you guys some dinner in a moment," Dimitri called back from our room. He was upstairs, but my voice drifted. He came down the stairs in nothing but blood red briefs. He smirked at me, noticing that I was staring at him intensely. "See something you like?" he asked, and I nodded my head eagerly. Dimitri chuckled and walked past me.

We had moved in six months ago, though the house was big. It had four bedrooms upstairs, three bathrooms, two living rooms, a dining room built for nearly twenty, an adorable medium sized kitchen, a pool, and a separate, smaller house in the backyard. There was a whole living quarters set up out there, and Dimitri especially bought this huge house for that littler cabana for one reason.

We did not want to hear Abe banging Sydney.

That's why they got their own quarters. Let me tell you, the noises are not enjoyable. They're hideous, and disturbing. What can I say? It's my dad!

Dimitri came out of the laundry room with a pair of tan khaki shorts that rode low on his hips due to them not being buttoned up. God, he's so sexy and he doesn't even know it. He walked over to me and kissed me before walking past me and entering the kitchen. He opened the fridge.

"What would tickle your fancy?" he asked, jokingly.

"You would..." I murmured.

"What?"

"Um, how about mac' n' cheese. Our son likes that," I said with a big smile. Dimitri just watched me lovingly, I knew he would do anything for his son and I. We hadn't really decided on a name yet, we were just so indecisive. Russian, or American? Long or short? Cute or manly? We were choked up.

"No problem," Dimitri said softly as he got a pot out and filled it with water, placing it on the stove and waiting for it to boil.

Dimitri came and sat next to me, an apple in hand. He took a big bite. I turned to him with a smirk on my lips. "Mmm... what about the name Alexander? It's a cute name, and we could call him Alex for short. Then, if he's gay, we can call him Lexy!" I shouted happily. Dimitri chuckled, trying to keep his mouth closed as he chewed, almost spewing everything everywhere.

"No, he won't be gay. I can promise you that," Dimitri said, almost defensively. I shrugged my shoulders. "I would prefer he had a Russian name. Or Turkish, which ever you like more."

"Russian names are sexy, let's choose a Russian name!"

Dimitri laughed outright and walked into the kitchen to check the water. He added some pasta and stirred it up a little, then leaned against the counter, looking at me. "Aleksandr. That's the Russian version of Alexander. Andrei means Andrew in Russian. Ivan..." Dimitri paused and there was a sad look in his eyes. Dimitri had once told me of his friend, Ivan, who had been brutally murdered by the mafia.

I walked over to him, err, waddled to him and wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him. Dimitri leaned into the hug, and smiled. "Sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," I said and pulled away, pecking him on the lips.

Dimitri quickly finished up my dinner, and placed in on the table before me. He ate with me... well, I pretty much scarfed the whole bowl down in about a minute, and then picked at his food.

He left then, not after cleaning up after himself and I, and took a shower. I got ready for bed and finally rested under the covers, and not too long after that, Dimitri joined me in bed. We cuddled for the longest time, neither of us able to fall asleep quite yet. Out of the fucking blue, Dimitri jumped up in bed.

"Roza!" he shouted, and I nearly fell off the bed.

"Oh god, Dimitri, what?" I asked. I was on the brink of falling asleep when he jumped up.

"Nikolai, do you like that name?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"I..." Nikolai. Nicholas. Oh my god! "I LOVE IT DIMITRI!" I shouted, probably waking up a few neighbors. Dimitri grinned at me, as if he were the happiest man in the world, which, in this moment I was sure he was. I looked down at my stomach, and Dimitri's eyes followed.

"Hello, Nikolai," he said, kissing the skin of my tummy. He smiled.

"That's a beautiful name," I murmured, watching Dimitri speak Russian to his unborn child.

"It is very beautiful. Just like your name, Roza," he said with a bright smile showing off all of his straight, white teeth.

He leaned in and kissed me full on the lips, biting my bottom lip in the process. He groaned. "He's going to be so handsome. Like you," I told him, looking into his eyes. He was currently on top of me, my big belly touching his.

Dimitri chuckled and shook his head. "No, no, no. He'll be very beautiful, like his mother," he whispered on my lips before leaning in one inch and closing the space. The kiss became heated, and fast. Dimitri had cast aside his pants and my shirt before I even knew it. We were both in our underwear now, I didn't usually sleep with a bra on, so that was easier on Dimitri.

He fondled my breasts, chuckling at how huge they had grown in the past six months. I complained about them a lot, saying that I had cow boobs that matched with my planet of a stomach. Dimitri would only laugh and kiss my on the head, telling me that they were wonderful.

Soon enough, Dimitri had nothing on, and was slowly sliding down my underwear. I smiled at him, trying to look at his face over my huge baby bump. Yeah, this baby was a big one alright.

Dimitri placed himself at my entrance, looking into my eyes for permission. That was one thing I loved about Dimitri, he always was the perfect gentleman, making sure that I was comfortable before he was. He began to slide his head in, when I called out for him to stop.

"Wait!" I stopped Dimitri. I hadn't realized how fast all of this was escalating. He did so immediately, and pulled himself out.

"What? What's wrong!" he asked frantically and confused. I slapped my face with my hands. I peeked at him through one of my fingers, trying to see what he was looking at.

He looked at me in confusion. "I, um, heard that if you do it while you're pregnant, then you're kid gets dimples," I said, and this made Dimitri laugh outright. He cupped my cheeks with his hands and leaned into place a chaste kiss on my awaiting lips.

"Oh Roza. That's fine; I think dimples are cute," he said and my face lit up like a Christmas tree.

We did it three times that night, and after a long day's of work for both of us; Dimitri's work at the hospital, and mine just waddling around trying to get things done, we were exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Before I passed out, I heard Dimitri mumble something to me. "Spi spokoino, Nikolai, Roza. YA lyublyu vas oboih," Dimitri murmured. I'd been living in Russia for a little over a year now, and I was glad that I could understand the better part of the language by now.

Sleep well, Nicholas, Rose. I love you both.

I smiled as I snuggled into Dimitri's embrace.

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