Welcome to my newest story. This story is a little more about being a parent and things like that. So no better day then to start this story than on mother's day, right? Enjoy.

2-7-2015: I have decided to take the rating from M to T. But for a warning there is still a little mentioning of sex. No details or sex-scene's. Only the mentioning of it.

He has only minutes to duck before I throw a book at his head. But only in that moment he manage to dodge the book and come even closer to me. I sprint to the other side of the kitchen island and stare him deadly in the eye.

'Don't come near me.' I growl at him and search for something I can throw at him. He sees his chance and speeds to my side and grabs my arms before I can run again. His touch has always been a weak point for me.

'Please Roza, listen to me.' he asks in that pleading voice of me. Yes, my husband pleads now a days. Saying that I have no reason and he has to have his white flag up to be in this house. Cheerful, right.

'Tell me the truth!' I yell at him, trying to make him loosen his grip. But he won't move or even a centimeter. Stupid husband.

'I didn't cheat on you Roza!' he says in his demanding voice. Yes, yes, demanding that I listen to him. Demanding that I believe him. But it are his facts against the one I found. I feel the tears well up in my eyes and look away from him. Defeated for a moment.

Why doesn't he get it that it will be easier when he just admits his mistake? He let's go of my arm and I know, without looking up, that both of his hands are in his hair. He always does that. Instead I look at the kitchen counter and see the cake I baked myself and I feel anger boiling up again. Why does he have to ruin us? Ruin me?

Before he can even see it coming my hands connects with his cheek with a loud smack. Only satisfied for a second before I hear a loud gasp from the doorway. I snap my head in that direction and new tears are forming in my eyes.

There they are, my four beautiful children. Standing there lost and shocked. My hand goes up to my mouth to cover the desperate sound that is forming and I look between them and Dimitri. His cheek is covered with my red hand. My poor baby's.

'See what you did.' I mumble to Dimitri before stumbling away. Not looking anywhere but the ground. I can't look at anyone.

'Roza…' I hear Dimitri whisper in a defeated voice but he doesn't follow me. Not with the children in the kitchen. He knows that someone has to take care of them.

I stumble all the way up the two stairs until I am in the bedroom. Our bedroom. I let myself fall down on the bed and curl myself up, hugging his pillow. Tears streaming down my cheeks and I have no intend to make them stop.

Thirty-eight years old. That's what I am but here I am, lying on my bed crying over a guy. Crying over my cheating husband. Still wondering where it went wrong. We used to be a happy couple. We never fought for too long and mostly because of stupid reasons.

He couldn't keep his hands off me for all those years, even after the birth of our four children. But now I can't remember when the last time was that he touched me. Really touched me and not only the small kisses we give when he comes home and when he goes. It has been weeks.

This year we will be married for twenty years. I was barely eighteen when I became Dimitri's wife. Very pregnant at the time. Pregnant of my first boy, Ivan. He wasn't planned but who plans to get pregnant on seventeen?

Dimitri seven years older was looked down for making me pregnant. Illegal because I wasn't even a grown up, illegal because I was his student. Marrying was the only right thing to do at that time. Marrying him and move to the other side of the country.

Only a year later and I was pregnant again, unplanned, from my second boy, Logan. We lived just outside Nashville, Tennessee that time. Dimitri loved the place, I hated it. He was always trying to get a job and be at home most of the time. Always failing at one of the two.

We were young, we were stressed. Two little boys at home and I still hadn't finished high-school. Not that there was even time to finish it. But somehow we managed. We were madly in love with each other even after all the nights we were awake.

After a lot of trouble we moved again. Changed states once again. Atlanta, Georgia was our next stop. Enough jobs, enough money to be made. But not a place for two small boys to grow up in. In our tiny, little apartment. Dimitri worked, madly hours. Trying to save as much as possible.

Only a year and a half later and I was pregnant again. Unplanned, again. People called us stupid, called us naïve. But only the goofy smile on his face when I told him I was pregnant again was enough for me. Planned or unplanned, it didn't matter, we loved our children and each other with all we had. That was enough.

But seven months pregnant, two small children and a very small apartment, we had to move again. We couldn't live with so many people in so little space. Desperate for anything Dimitri was offered a job at a university in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. So we moved again, changed states again.

We moved into a small house, better than a small apartment. And in that house our twins were born. A baby girl, Tamara, and a baby boy, Anthony. At the age of twenty-one I had four children and my family was complete.

When the twins were almost three and ready to go to school, we moved one last time. We found a place a couple of hours away from Milwaukee. Dimitri could work there for three days at a high-school and the other days he went to Milwaukee to work there. With the money we saved we could buy us a nice big house.

For so many years we lived there as a happy family. Watching my children grow up and Dimitri getting older. When all my children were in school I started to go back to school as well. First finishing my GED. After that I went to the community college nearby and worked a couple hours in the supermarket around the corner.

That was a rough time. With Dimitri away for two nights and two days. Four small children under the age of ten and me trying to get my diplomas. Dimitri and I both believed that was the right thing to do and I never saw myself as the stay home mom. I wanted to get those diplomas and make my children proud of me.

We managed to get through everything. And even during those hard times I had never doubted Dimitri, our love for each other or his troth to me. He had promised me so many things before he put the ring on my finger and I had done the same. Our eyes shining with love.

But children grow up and soon they were all at that age when they don't need supervision all the time. I had finished school and worked in an art-gallery in a town an hour away. Dimitri started working three days at the university in Milwaukee and only two days at the high school in town. Leaving us for one more night and day.

I still have trouble sleeping without him. Even after so many years, so many night that I slept without his arms around me. I always sleep better when I am safe and warm in those big arms of his. The bed is too big, the house to empty, the children to loud.

Soon I found my children old enough for college. Only thirty-five when my first baby boy left our home to live on his own. I cried in those big arms. And cried again and again when my other children left. Leaving this big house empty.

Soon after Tamara and Anthony left things changed. I only worked three days a week and with four days free it was a big and lonely house to live in. Dimitri started working more hours at the university. Every other week he worked four days instead of three. Leaving me another day and night.

After that the fighting started. He was away a lot and I was home a lot. I never had the house fully to myself before. From the moment we moved in together until the moment my youngest children moved out I was always busy with them. Not knowing what I had to do with all those free time.

I had those plans about what I could do but they somehow always involved Dimitri, who was never home but the weekends. I had been dreaming of spending the time with my husband that I never had the chance of doing when we got married. Walking around naked in the house, having sex with him every moment we could.

I blamed him for everything. Knowing that wasn't fair. He blamed me for pushing him away and that I had never let him in with when the kids grew up. He worked late and spent another night in Milwaukee after our fighting started.

After months we both put our white flags up and started trying to work things out. We never had the chance at having a relationship without children. We weren't even dating when I got pregnant. Our relation went better for a couple months.

He was offered a full-time job at the university and he was doubting the opportunity. Me, being a happy wife told him he should do it. I could quit my job and we could sell the house. The kids had moved out anyway. He didn't want to hear that and simply told me that I wouldn't quit my job and we wouldn't sell the house.

That's when the fighting started, again. That was only a month and a half ago. I found out that he started drinking again, too much, too often. And only when he was in Milwaukee. Never when he was in the house.

And only this morning when I was washing his clothes I found this little note in his pocket of his blouse. It was a number and a name of a girl. The blouse smelled like perfume and there was even lipstick on the collar of it. That's when this hell began.

I asked myself how I could be so stupid. Remembering when we were young. I grew up in Turkey with my father. And I always was a very rebellious girl, never doing what my father wanted me to do. Ibrahim Mazur was a very strict man but even he couldn't say no to me.

At the age of sixteen I wanted to spend a year at a high-school in America. I dreamt of it and couldn't believe it when he even let me go. On my own. He had bought me an apartment there and had everything arranged. He even got me an English teacher who wanted to give me some extra lessons because I wasn't that good in speaking the language.

Funny how that turned out to be Dimitri. I found him deadly handsome when I first met him and had trouble breathing around him. Stuttering a lot around him for the first weeks. But he was friendly and patient. I found myself crushing over him but I knew that he had a girlfriend.

We keep spending time together even when my English was perfect. Talking a lot about Turkey and Russia, where he came from. Getting coffee together and talking even more. And one night I found myself in a bar with my best friend, Lissa. Having a little too much alcohol and being lost without Lissa I bumped into Dimitri.

One thing led to another and I found myself taking him home with me. I let him take of my clothes and went even as far as having sex with him. Giving up my virginity. I thought about it as the best night in my whole life back then. Until I met Dimitri again a couple of days later.

He was wishing that night didn't happened. Saying that he wanted to ask his girlfriend to marry him instead of cheating on her. He told me that it was just one night and it didn't mean anything. I should forget about him and move on. My heart was broken.

And it broke even more when I found out that night cost me more than my virginity and my heart. I was pregnant with his baby. Lissa told me to get an abortion but I couldn't. She told me that I could take care of it on my own or give the baby up for adoption. But I couldn't do both of them.

So I found myself at Dimitri's door, once again. Tears streaming over my face and my hands clutching over my belly. He let me inside his house, telling me that his girlfriend had left him. He almost looked relieved. I told him about the tiny little baby inside my womb and that he would be a father.

Two months later we were engaged, another three months we got married and only two months after we got married our baby boy was born. We packed our stuff and a month later we were settled in Tennessee.

And only the moment we lived in Tennessee I had the guts to call my father and invite him to America. Telling him that I wouldn't leave and that I needed to tell him something. Finding it a miracle that he hadn't found out about Dimitri earlier.

But as soon as he came into our house I knew that he had known it all along. Furious. That was what he was. At me but even more at Dimitri. Yelling at him that he had taken advantage of his little girl. Yelling at him in three different languages. English, Turkish and even Russian.

The moment he saw the chubby cheeks of his little grandson he put his weapons down and picked up the little guy. Ivan stole the heart of his grandfather. He was mad at us for many years but knew that we needed to fix it when he wanted to see his grandchildren.

I place my hands on my belly, keeping the secret inside of me for a little longer than I already am.

DPOV
'Papa, what is going on?' Ivan asks from the doorway. He would always be the one standing up for his brothers and sister. Only seconds ago their mother left the kitchen crying. I sigh and sit down at the kitchen table. Motioning them to sit down as well.

How am I going to explain to my own children what is going on when I don't even know it for myself. Yes, we have a little rough time the past couple of months. But the last months Rose reacts even worse than she did before.

'Papa, please tell us.' Logan this time. I look up and look in the eyes of my children. All brown eyes. Ivan and Logan have my eyes but the twins have their mothers. I drag my hand through my hair and try to find the words for my children to tell them.

'Your mother and I are going through a really rough time. We're currently not on the same page anymore and we are trying to get back there.' I say and take a deep breath. Feeling like I can't even explain this properly to my children who shouldn't even find their parents fighting. 'You know that all of this isn't your fault right?'

They all look down but nod eventually. I grab Tamara's hand who is sitting next to me and is shaking. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes.

'Are you splitting up?' she asks me as the tears started streaming over he cheeks. I shake my head and rub the tears away with my thumbs.

'No, sweetie. You're mother and I aren't splitting up or getting a divorce or anything. We still love each other we just don't know how to show it anymore.' I say to her and to the boys.

'But why did mama hit you?' Ivan asks and they all look away again. Not knowing how to deal with this.

'Well, things just went a little out of hands.' I say while rubbing my cheek. I don´t want to say to them that Rose thinks I cheated on her.

'Did you cheated on her?' Anthony asks. He looks at me with those same eyes as Roza, anger is clearly in his eyes. My youngest boy was always the first one to defend his mother. A true mama's boy.

'No Anthony. I didn't cheated on your mother.' I say and keep looking at him. Wanting him to read the truth. He finally looks down and sighs.

'I didn't know you were coming home this weekend.' I say wondering why they even came home. This wouldn't have happened when Roza and I knew they were coming.

'We wanted to surprise you. Tomorrow is your anniversary, right?' Tamara says and I feel myself becoming pale. I forgot. How could I forgot? Twenty years.

'Smooth, papa.' Logan says and I hear his and Ivan's laughter. How stupid it must look for them that I forget something like that. But with all the work I'm doing lately and all the fighting that is going on I barely can remember the date of today.

'Alright, alright. Listen to me guys. I go fix things with your mother but I want you to leave the house for a couple of hours. She probably is going to yell and throw things at me so you don´t need to see that. So please, go into town, eat something there. And come back home for dinner. I promise you that things will be better by then.' I say. Handing them some money and the keys of one of the cars.

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This was a little more like a explanation chapter so you know their history a little and what is about to come up next!