I headed back to my apartment to take a shower and change into pajamas. They were cute sea-foam green short shorts and a ruffled white top. I threw on a pair of black boot-slippers and sat on the plush black sofa to watch TV. I grabbed the red and gold velvet blanket off the back and wrapped up. I winced slightly as I pulled it closer to my chest. I was fully healed, but I was still sore. Lissa had sped up the healing process some, to my complaints. I'd demanded she only do a small amount since I could no longer take away any excess Darkness. But did she listen to me? Of course not, she's the queen. She doesn't have to listen to anyone…

I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to a shutting door and my 6'7" Russian God rounding the corner.

"Hello, Bed Head." He said. I threw a pillow in his direction, but he, of course, caught it. I stuck my tongue out at him as he walked over to give me a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, and he hugged me back.

"How I love your hugs, Roza." He said. "How was your day?"

"It was fine, but um… I have something to tell you, but it's going to sound impossible. So I'm just going to say it."

"What, Rose?" He looked at me wearily.

I took a deep breath.

"I am… pregnant." I said.

"What?" He froze. He looked like he seriously might faint.

"I'm pregnant." I paused. "With your baby," I added hastily.

"How?" he said.

"Like I would know, I'm only certain of two things. One: I am pregnant. And two: You are the only person I've ever had sex with."

"Adrian?" he asked.

"Almost, but it never happened."

"Almost?"

"That's not important now, and don't change the subject, Belikov." I scolded.

"Sorry. It's just unbelievable." He said. "But I believe you. I'd know if you were lying."

"I know." I wrapped my arms around his waist. He pulled me in for another kiss. As our lips met, I felt all his love for me and our baby-to-be.