Yep, this is another Dimitri-leaves-Rose-for -Tasha-not-knowing-she's-pregnant stories. Yes, it's over used and most are the same- but I'm hoping you'll give mine a chance. I love these stories but I rarely find any that are to my taste. They are always too fast paced and annoying. (No offence to the people who right them- but they need to take some things slower) About half way through the second chapter I give up on the stories. I've wondered if others have felt the same way… if so- I hope I can change that for you. In closing my Author's Note, I only ask that you give my story a chance.

"Mom!" Not again. Sometimes having multiple children can drain your energy faster than you can regain it.

"What?," I call to my eldest daughter Maeve. My mother had suggested the name to me. It was the name of the powerful and legendary warrior queen of pre-Christian Ireland. After the initial shock of me ending up exactly how I had told her I wouldn't on the ski trip my school took, me and my mother had become slightly closer than we used to. Not close enough to find out who Maeve's father was though. Nobody except me knows the truth about that.

"Ayanna stole my shirt!" Ayanna, born three minutes after Maeve differs from her sister in almost every way possible. Where Maeve's hair is red(like my mom's) and straight, Ayanna's hair is dark brown and curly. Maeve acts like she's some poor, mistreated, depressed child and Ayanna is always on top of the world. Maeve dresses like she's emo (while I know perfectly well she's not) and Ayanna prefers baby blue skirts and soft pink halter tops. The only similarities are in their face. They look more like me than their father- but still have some of him in them. Like their eyes; a deep, rich, chocolaty brown.

As a package deal with their differences comes the fighting. For twin's they fight like cats and dogs. And I don't mean the one's you see on animal planet that sleep in each others arms. (paws?)

"She doesn't even like black," I holler back at my fourteen year old. I heard two sets of feet pounding down the stairs resulting in my two gorgeous daughters.

"Try telling her that," Maeve said pointing at Ayanna, who was holding her sisters black shirt with the flowing sleeves and buttons, which I had bought her for her birthday.

I sighed. Teenage girls were such a pain. "Ayanna, what's with the shirt?," I ask.

"Well, my drama teacher told me that I should try to embrace my inner darkness if I wanted the part in the up coming play. And because I have no inner darkness, I was trying to get some by wearing these totally ugly and depressing cloths." She always has been the talker.

I sighed once again. "Give Maeve the shirt back I say in my no- nonsense tone.

"Fine," she said as she gave her sister back the shirt. "Whatever. I'll just take some of your shoes," Ayanna said to her sister before bolting up the stairs to -no doubt- take a pair of Maeve's shoes.

I just shook my head as Maeve chased her up the stairs.

It was Sunday- my day off of guardian duty. After I had my girls I was able to finish my senior year and take my finals. Once that was over Lissa demanded I be her guardian. After at first when they wouldn't give in, she used a little compulsion on the queen and made her order me to be assigned as Lissa's guardian. Yah, real hard.

That was three years after I have graduated though. And by that time Lissa and Christian were married and expecting a child. A baby boy of which they named Eric André Dragomir, after Lissa's dad and bother. Two years later they had a baby girl who they named Rose Moira Dragomir, after me and after Christian's mother.

On each occasion Tasha wasn't able to make it whether it was a doctor's appointment to find out why she couldn't have kids or a trip to Russia to see Dimitri's parents. I only know this second hand for the very fact of I do not talk or associate in any way with Tasha. She's wanted to see me the last few times she was visiting Christian, but I was always gone.

I didn't like Tasha. It wasn't that she was ever mean to me directly, but she took away my first true love and the father of my children. I still remember the day he left with her:

I had just gotten to practice. For once I was early. Well, earlier than usual.

Dimitri was sitting in a corner looking down at his feet as I entered.

I walked over to him. "What's wrong comrade?" When he looked I could tell from his eyes he was stressed and tired.

"What's wrong is what happened in the cabin that night. I'm your teacher. You're my student. We can't be together. It's wrong. No matter how much I love you and vise versa."

"So what- you just expect me to act like nothing ever happened? Act like I don't love you? Like nothing ever happened?" By the end I was screaming at him.

He shook his head. "No- I don't. That's why I'm leaving. It will make it easier on the both of us."

My mouth dropped. "Where are you going?"

"I have accepted Tasha's offer to be her guardian." At the end he wouldn't even look me in the eye.

"Okay," I said. I wasn't just going to start blubbering like a baby because he slept with me then left. At least he had the decency to tell into me in person instead of having another instructor tell me.

"Goodbye Roza.""Bye Dimitri."

And with that he left my life.

I stopped having nightmares about that day a few years ago. I had moved on. Physically at least. I still missed Dimitri and wished he would come back and see our daughters, but as far as the rest of the people in my life knew I had moved on. Adrian, who had quit smoking and only drank on occasion, was an excellent father to the girls. He was a loving boyfriend, but deep in my heart I knew I could never really commit to him fully. There was always the small part aching for Dimitri. Yah, I know I sound like some lost little puppy. But I'm really not. I never let those feelings shine through to the surface, and it's not like their there every second of the day. Just sometimes, like when I look into my girl's eyes or look through their baby books where on their birth certificates their father is listed as unknown. (I mean, he may have left but I'm not getting him sent to jail for child molesting)

I was pulled out of these depressing thoughts as a loud noise sounded from upstairs, followed by a scream.

Ugh, not again. This was the third time that week.

I ran up stairs in time to see Ayanna jump off the ground, knocking Maeve off of her, and just before running downstairs, almost knocking me over on the stairs, she grabbed Maeve's new designer sandals she got from Lissa on her birthday.

"Ayanna! You are a little idiot," Maeve screamed as she chased her younger sister down the stairs.

I followed right behind. Once I reached the bottom I yelled, "Both of you better stop if you know what's good for you!"

Everyone all over court probably heard that. Oh well, not the first time. Wont be the last.

Both girls stopped- mid-fight may I add- and stood to attention.

"I am so sick of this fighting. We are going over to Aunt Lissa's and while we are there we will act civilized. When we get back there will be NO fighting. Do you under stand?"

"Yes ma'am," both girls said together.

"Good. Now go get ready. And no fighting," I added as an after thought.

They nodded and bound up the stairs.

When they came down Maeve was wearing a black cocktail dress (age appropriate of course- I would never let her leave the house looking like a tramp) with a black shawl around her arms. Finished off with a black Perl necklace and black pumps. Her red hair was curled at the ends and hung down around her face elegantly.

Ayanna was wearing a moss green satin gown with a halter top that hung around her curves( both girls were very curvy for their age) paired with a white lace shawl/scarf adorned with a green diamond necklace earrings. She was wearing the white high heels she had gotten from Lissa on her birthday. Her curly brown hair was in, what Woman's magazine would call, a romantic up-do. Both girls were stunning.

I myself wore a dress similar to Maeve's, with a simple silver Open Heart necklace the girls had given me on mother's day and my hair hung down around my face.

It was Christian's birthday so we had gotten him a apron that said; kiss the cook, he's sexy, and a personalized spatula. After all, he did like to cook.

We got to Lissa's house at around six. She looked gorgeous as usual; platinum hair done up with little crystal pins and a silk golden dress that hung tight until it reached her waist. After that it gradually flowed out.

"Aunt Lissa!," Both girls said as they ran to give Lissa a hug. They always made such a big deal about seeing her even though we were here almost every night.

"Hey girls," she said, hugging them back.

After their greeting they ran off to find "Uncle Chrissie," as they called him. They loved him as much as they loved Liss.

I saw Eric, who was 12 and already handsome, watching my girls in awe. I'd have to keep an eye on that boy. For a twelve year old, he had a way with women.

As I walked over a to the couch I heard the doorbell ring and saw Lissa get up to go answer it.

I heard her greet the guests. Who could it be, I thought as Lissa and the door were blocking my view. I mean, it's just a family thing and nether Christian nor Lissa have much relatives or close enough friends to be considered family. (other than me of course)

When Lissa moved and the guests walked in I almost dropped dead.

It was Tasha and him. Dimitri.