I don't own vampire academy


To say my life was perfect would be an understatement to say the least but then again nobody's is.

At the age of thirty five I already had a seventeen year old son who was my entire world and my dream job. Two weeks after Dimitri left I found out that I was pregnant. Let's just say I panicked. Nine months later I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy called Alexander and three months after that I managed to graduate against all the odds becoming one of the very few female guardians with children.

Over the next two decades I learnt how to balance work and parenthood with help from Lissa who often looked after Alex if I was on duty or exhausted after long nights of being besides him when he was ill. I refused to let her heal him even though it killed me to see him in pain. I needed to teach him how to deal with being hurt especially if he ever wanted to be a great guardian. And he is, even at his age he has surpassed most of the mentors at the academy causing them to bring in a new one to teach him. Though would you expect anything less from the eldest son of Rose Hathaway and the Russian god that is Dimitri Belikov. Not that anyone knew who is father was. Not even Lissa, all that I told them was that I had a one night stand with some moira who didn't want anything to do with me and Alex, much to my mothers disgust.

Alex was the spitting image of his father, he is the same towering height and muscular build from all the training. He has his dark brown silky hair but cut short at the sides and slightly longer at the top. He even has had his guardian mask down to a tee since he was six. Though he gets his skills with the opposite sex from me. He has every girl at his mercy from his good looks and brooding nature but he has never made a move on any of them which just makes them more determined.

He even got Dimitri's dislike towards Adrain who still subjected me to his constant flirting. We had agreed a couple of weeks after Alex was born that we would just say friends but that did not stop him from being his normal flirty self.

I don't know how I have lasted so long with my own miniature Russian God.