A/N: For those of you who already know, I've had this story up before, but deleted it because I hit writer's block. But now I'm somewhat able to continue. I'll probably hit writer's block again (like I always do), but this time, I will keep this story up.

It's not really a story, more like one shots about Rose and Adrian's life (because they're my favourite couple although I still love Romitri), inspired by another series of one shots called One Shots: Roza Belikova and Dimitri Belikov by Piaviolina1313 (but I'm sure most of you already know that since this story has been up before). Let me just clarify since I know you'll probably get confused. These one shots are in chronological order but they don't follow a specific storyline (like with One Shots: Roza Belikova and Dimitri Belikov) and there will somewhat be a huge time skip between them. I know I'll probably get a lot of criticism for this but that's how it's going to be. And I know it'll probably be boring, but please give it a chance.

I do not have a Beta reader, so any mistakes that you see are my own.

Disclaimer: Richelle Mead owns Vampire Academy and all its characters.

P.S.: If you're following my Twilight story, New Beginnings, it's now on PERMANENT HIATUS. My apologies. I will get to it eventually.

Rose POV

I've been pacing back and forth in the middle of my dorm room for the past twenty minutes, biting my thumbnail in worry. This just can't be happening. I struggled to contain the ball of anxiety that was building up in the pit of my stomach. I heard hurried footsteps down the hallway and towards my door.

Although expected, I still jumped when Adrian burst through the door.

"I got your text," he says, out of breath. "Everything okay?" His normally perfect hair was muddled and out of place. Clearly he had wasted no time getting here.

My voice catches in my throat as I stand frozen in place. Adrian steps forward and pulls me into a tight embrace. "What's wrong, Little Dhampir?" he asks, his voice muffled in my hair. He was caressing my arm with his pale but warm fingers.

"Can you let go of me first? You're squeezing me too tight," I say, my voice stifled from being pressed up against his hard chest. He chuckles and releases me. I catch my breath before continuing.

"I think you should sit down." I gesture to the small couch in the corner of my room. Adrian is reluctant at first but obeys and goes over to it, slowly sitting down. He has a concerned look on his face which I find makes him look very cute.

"I went to go see Dr. Olendski this morning while everyone was asleep," I start, pacing back and forth again. He opens his mouth to say something but I raise a hand. He closes it. "For the past week I've been feeling really nauseous and also been having constant morning sickness. My feet are swollen and it appears I've gained a few pounds which is impossible for us dhampirs, not to mention the Moroi."

"The doctor ran some tests including having me pee in a cup." Adrian doesn't give me the same disgusting look I gave Dr. Olendski when she told me I had to pee in a cup. "She got the results back from the urine sample and asked if I was sure I wanted to know. When she was reading them over quietly to herself, she had this perplexed look on her face like what she saw wasn't what she was expecting. I told her to give it to me straight because I couldn't wait any longer."

"What were the results?" Adrian finally speaks, his voice low.

I stop pacing and open my mouth but no words come out. I can't tell him. I want to but he'll just break up with me and want nothing to do with me or what's in store for us. He's a Moroi and something like this is frowned upon among the Moroi and also, the dhampirs. He's also a member of one of the twelve royal Moroi families. It'll be a scandal if something like this were to come out to the Moroi/dhampir society.

But I have to. Because Adrian is sitting there, on the couch, the concerned look plastered on his face. I take a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant."

Nine Months Later

Adrian POV

I hold our newborn baby girl in my arms with a grin on my face while Rose sleeps in her hospital bed. It took a lot of debating on names but we finally went with Adelina. Adelina Ela Ivashkov, Adelina being Romanian and Ela being Turkish. She has my green eyes and a little patch of Rose's dark brown hair. We're so happy she's finally here. The past nine months had been hell for us. Both our parents weren't happy when we told them we were expecting. Neither were the Guardian Council and the Moroi Council.

In fact, my mom had called Rose a blood whore, a term used to describe dhampir women who let Moroi men feed on them. I was shut out of my own family. That was until Rose had gone into labor and my parents came to the hospital in the Royal Court to meet their granddaughter. Everyone got over the teen pregnancy scandal and accepted the fact that we are young parents to a beautiful and healthy baby girl. My dad even put in a good word at St. Vladimir's Academy and the Guardian Council to get Rose to continue her guardian training and graduate before having Adelina. She was hoping to become her best friend Lissa's guardian but instead was assigned to me. Fortunately, she was happy about it and so was I.

Adelina has been sleeping peacefully in my arms while I gently rocked her. When she opens her eyes, she cries a little but stops when she meets my gaze. Her mouth turns upwards in a smile and mine grows wider as she pulls her tiny hands out of the pink blanket she's wrapped in and reaches out to me. I lean down to kiss her on the forehead and she places her hands on either side of my face.

"I'm gonna need my face back, little one," I can't help but let out a small laugh. She garbles but removes her hands. Feeling tired, I lay Adelina back down in her little bassinet beside Rose. She fusses a little, wanting to be held again but when I stroke her cheek with my finger, she falls back asleep.

Careful not to wake her, I lay down beside Rose in the vacant space on her hospital bed. She stirs a little from my weight and rolls over to snuggle against my chest. I wrap an arm around her and lay my head against hers, kissing her forehead before drifting off to sleep.