Author's Note: So, I hope you lovelies like this. This is basically story vomit, and basically me dumping everything in my brain on paper right now to pour out my frustration with my current writer's block for my other stories. Sorry if it is crap, because I'm not doing any editing or anything like that. I'm just writing away and I don't really care what comes out. I don't even know where this story will end up, so it's just as much a surprise for me as it is for you, but at least it's a fun surprise. Just a heads up, I don't write MA lemon scenes. This is rated M because it has the (censored, BTW) F-bomb in it, some suggestive material, and it talks about some gory details of childbirth as well as breast feeding and nipples and all that fun stuff. (None of that bothers me, since I work in a hospital and have studied child development pretty often, but some people get offended by things like that. Birthing videos are usually labeled as NSFW, anyway, since it involves half-naked women pushing tiny humans out of their private parts, so better to be safe than sorry.

Anyway,enjoy. I'll try to get my other stories updated soon. It has been difficult, since I have been falling asleep almost immediately after even turning my computer on every day for the past couple of months, but I'll work on it. Here's a third-person pov featuring the Belikova's, specifically Olena, but surprises are in store! Happy reading. VA belongs to Richelle Mead. Plot is mine, and OC's are mine. That is all. TTFN!

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The Belikova household seemed to be in a stunned silence. The girls had been listening at the door for the names of the children and had heard everything. They had become aunts all over again in the most unexpected way.

Yeva, however, sat in her rocking chair knitting, a smug smirk plastered on her face. She'd seen it coming… And she'd also seen that they would be having a long-awaited homecoming very soon.

When Rose wasn't learning to feed and take care of the twins, Olena made sure she stayed well fed, and got plenty of rest. Childbirth and all the stress leading up to that point had taken a lot out of the poor girl, and she was exhausted. The Belikova women, however, very much enjoyed all the time they got to have cuddling their new niece and nephew, or grandchildren. Even the little ones were very fascinated with the newborns, and Paul rather enjoyed the praise he was receiving on what a good big brother and cousin he was to his little sister and his cousins.

Even Yeva spoiled her great-grandchildren. It was hard not to, with as adorable as they were. Rose would have never believed it, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes on the rare occasion that Olena let her out of bed.

One morning, about a week after the twins were born; a call came while Olena was upstairs helping Rose and the babies with their breastfeeding routine. Little Nikolai had a tie on his tongue that wouldn't allow him to latch properly, and Rose was still adjusting to holding two babies to her at the same time. It came easier, the more she practiced, but sometimes it was overwhelming. Olena had since snipped the tongue tie so Nikolai could feed properly.

Since she was too busy to answer the phone, and Yeva and Viktoria were watching the older children while Karolina and Sonya were at work, Vika got up to answer the phone, her lilting voice chiming through the line in her native tongue.

"Belikova residence, this is Viktoria speaking," she answered only to hear the breathing on the other line become labored, as if the person were fighting tears.

"Vika!" a voice she thought she'd never hear again cried through the phone. "Vika, it's Dimka! I'm coming home."

Viktoria squealed and danced around with excitement. "What? When?" She demanded to know. Her brother was coming home. She was so joyful, completely forgetting the fact that there was a young mother of two newborns frantically trying to stay hidden from said brother.

"I'll be there in ten minutes. Don't tell Mama. Promise?" he asked, and she could almost see the grin on his face. Viktoria nodded eagerly.

"Promise! I'll see you in a little bit!" she said quietly, before hanging up the phone, returning to what she was doing. Olena came downstairs to put bottles of breast milk Rose had pumped in the freezer for later use a bit later, and when the knock came on the door, Vika went to answer it. She beamed up at her brother, seeing him for the first time in years, back from the dead, and hugged him tightly, before putting her finger to her lips, whispering.

"Mama's in the kitchen. You should surprise her," she suggested with mischief dancing in eyes that matched Dimitri's.

Dimitri grinned and ruffled her hair, before sneaking in the kitchen, surprisingly light on his feet for one his size. He looked like a young boy with his dancing eyes as he crept up behind Olena, suddenly wrapping her small frame up in his arms, and hoisting her off her feet, and spinning her around. Olena shrieked in surprise and when she saw who her benign attacker was she stared at him, before pulling him into a vice-like hug, sobbing.

"My son! My precious son! You've come back to me!" she wept with utter joy. Dimitri shook with his own tears in her fragile arms, having gotten down on his knees, his head buried in Olena's chest as he cried like a baby for the first time since Lissa had restored him from his cursed state. Olena held him tightly, stroking his soft, downy hair, just as if he was a little boy again.

The shock of seeing Dimitri alive and well as a dhampir again, after everything that had happened, had caused Olena to forget that Rose was there hiding as well, and that she and her children were trying to sleep.

Soon, Karolina and Sonya returned from work, and joined in the hugging and the joyful weeping over the return of the brother they thought they would never see again, and Paul joined in with them. Dimitri soon found himself in the middle of a giant family hug. Somehow, it had eased the pain that had taken permanent residence within his soul.

The clearing of a throat snapped everyone to attention, and they all looked up to see Yeva shuffling over to them, her tiny, withered frame parting the women like Moses parting the Red Sea. Even Dimitri, standing on his knees was at perfect eye-level with his old Babushka, was still frightened by the sternness in her dark, knowing eyes as she stared him down.

"Dimka, you've been a horrid little boy. Come. I must speak with you," she said her voice fierce as her withered hand whipped out and grabbed her grandson by the ear and led him away into the next room. Dimitri flinched at the tight grip on his ear, but tried to keep a straight face as he shuffled behind her, still walking on his knees. His sisters stared after them in astonishment, trying to keep their laughter from bubbling to the surface, lest they be dragged off by the ear as well.

Olena sighed, and got started on dinner, beginning to mix and knead dough for pierogis, stuffing the tiny dumplings with mushrooms and cheese, and stuffing rolled cabbage leaves with a pork and rice mixture, for Golubtsy, placing them in a casserole dish of thin tomato sauce and baking them. Vika came to help her, dropping the pierogis in the pot of boiling water on the stove, and making sure they didn't stick together as they cooked.

Sometime later, before the food was almost finished cooking, Dimitri came back with Yeva, looking pale and visibly shaken. Yeva looked the same as always, shuffling about with her knitting. She wasn't sorry about anything she had just told him.

"Dimka, are you all right? You look unwell," Olena tutted as she came up and pressed her palm lightly to his clammy forehead while Vika finished frying the boiled pierogis and pulled the golubtsy out of the oven, and Paul set the table.

Dimitri opened his mouth to speak, but it wasn't his voice that came out.

"Olena? The sores are bleeding again. Do you have any more of that ointment for…"

Everyone stopped and turned to look at Rose standing in the stairwell, her short dark hair in a sleepy mess, and clad in a loose nightgown. But she was only staring at the man in the room, who was staring back at her with just as much surprise.

"Roza…" Dimitri could only manage her name as he stepped forward. Rose stiffened, and Dimitri must have seen it, because he suddenly vaulted forward and started chasing her when she turned and bolted up the stairs and ran into the bedroom Olena had her staying in, and slammed the door in his face, locking the door behind her, keeping him out.

"Rose, please! Please talk to me!" he begged, kneeling outside of her locked door.

"There's nothing to talk about! I have nothing to say to you!" her voice screeched, muffled through the door, their argument echoing throughout the house.

"I have so much to say to you, Roza! Please!" Dimitri persisted, leaning heavily against the door frame, his forehead pressed to the wood of the door.

"No! All you're going to do is come in and tell me what a stupid, immature child I'm being and scold me for running away, and make me feel worse about myself! I don't want or need to hear anything you have to say, so leave me the Hell alone! I'm not coming back to Court, and I'm not letting you in!"

"Roza!" Dimitri cried, becoming more frustrated, trying the door knob, hoping that it would let him pass, rattling it as his aggravation grew, only to have a firm hand grip his upper arm. He turned to meet the stern brown eyes of his Mama.

"Dimitri, go downstairs and eat your dinner. Now. We will talk later," she said firmly, leaving no room to argue. Dimitri sighed, and obediently did as she said, after looking at Rose's door longingly one more time. Olena made sure he was gone before knocking lightly on the door.

"Roza, it's me. I'm coming in," she said softly, unlocking the door and quietly stepping inside. The babies had woken up during the argument and Rose was cradling the both of them to her in the rocking chair, tears running down her face. She looked up at Olena helplessly, and the woman's heart broke for the girl who should have been her daughter-in-law.

"I brought you something to eat. Here. I'll help you put them back to sleep," she said, putting the plate of food on the little table next to Rose's chair, and gently taking Thalia from her mother, smiling at her little granddaughter as her tiny face peeked out from the blankets and fixing her with a cross-eyed gaze from those newborn grey eyes. A tuft of Rose's dark hair dusted Thalia's head, but Olena decided that the baby looked much like her own daughters when they were infants themselves. Nikolai slept in Rose's arms. He was a tiny little thing, much more fragile than his rambunctious sister. Rose's lovely hair won again on his downy head, and so did her eyes, but he looked almost identical to his father.

"Kolya looks just like his father…" Olena pointed out carefully. Rose sniffled and wiped the tears away from her face and nodded.

"I know… It hurts… It was so long ago, but it still hurts… I was fine until Dimitri came along… I sometimes wish I'd never met him… He… He just ruined me and threw me aside…" she said, her soft, hiccupping sobs interrupting her from time to time.

"You still love him," Olena stated. Rose silently shook her head.

"I don't know what I feel anymore. I don't want to love him. I don't want anything to do with him after what he did. I don't want to let him close enough to hurt me again. I'm tired of him treating me like a child! God! He treats me like a stupid kid one moment, and the next moment, he uses me as a good f*ck, and then afterwards, he proceeds to go back to pretending it never happened, while scolding me for being some dirty slut! The f*cking hypocrite! I went through Hell and back trying to save him! I tried to kill him when he was a Strigoi so I could free him! And then when that didn't work, I broke Victor Dashkov out of Tarasov Prison to go traipsing across the country to find his half brother, who claimed to have restored a strigoi to her natural state, to find out how he did it! And then Lissa shoved the charmed stake in his heart, and suddenly it's all on her! She is the most perfect person in the world, and he would do anything for her because she was his savior! Nevermind that I broke the law and did horrible things to give her that information in the first place! No! Instead, he ripped my heart out and stomped on it, and then went on to ruin my life as I knew it! I want to hate him, but I can't!" Rose cried softly. "It isn't fair!"

Olena listened patiently, as if she were listening to her daughter's vent over their own heartbreaks. She was a bit disappointed in her son, but even so, she didn't love him any less, and she didn't love Rose any less, either. Rose was the mother of her grandchildren, of Dimitri's children, even if he didn't know he was a father yet. Of course, if Rose had her way, he would never know… Which Olena did feel was a bit unfair. Still, she could see the logic behind it. She wasn't sure if Dimitri would even be willing to give up life as a guardian to protect and hide his little family from those who would treat them like side-show freaks and lab rats.

After Olena had made Rose cram every last bite of food on her plate down her throat, she put the young mother to bed, and tucked her in, leaving the healing ointment for her raw, cracked nipples on the nightstand for her to use as needed. She watched over Rose until she fell asleep, helping her feel safe and secure enough to calm down. Once Rose was asleep, Olena picked up the twins and carried them downstairs so that she could feed them with some of the breast milk Rose had pumped earlier, and to bathe and change their diapers. She'd eaten dinner with Rose, so she didn't have to worry about sitting down at the table late, and her children had already cleared the table and done the dishes. Olena set the carriers for the twins on the table, humming softly as she warmed the milk to the correct temperature. She turned around to see Dimitri in the door, staring at the twins, and looking somewhat frightened, but with pure longing in his eyes.

"Dimka?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Mama… Babushka told me… are they really mine?" Dimitri asked softly, his voice trembling. Olena bustled about, preparing bottles.

"Well, Dimka, they're a week old, and Rose was eight and a half months along when she delivered them. Where were you eight and a half months ago?" she asked directly. She turned around with two bottles in her hand to see her son blushing shamefully. She nodded firmly. "Good. I'm glad you haven't lost your ability to do basic arithmetic and understand basic biology with all the head traumas you seem to be sustaining. And if that didn't work, a simple paternity test would prove the results anyway. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." Olena handed him a bottle to punctuate her scolding words. Dimitri looked down at it with confusion.

"Well don't just stand there and stare at it. You can help me take care of your children while Rose is asleep. Come on. If you want to play with the tools, you get to be responsible for the results," she added before going to unbuckle the newborns from their carriers. Dimitri was still staring dumbly at the backs of the carriers. It was as if he was afraid to come around to see what was on the other side.

"But, Dhampirs can't have children with other Dhampirs… How is this possible? I don't understand, Mama?" he asked, still trying to wrap his head around the whole concept. Olena shrugged.

"I don't know. Why do you think Rose ran away? She doesn't want anyone to know about them. I wasn't even supposed to know, but I found out by accident, as well as your sisters. Rose is afraid the Moroi will experiment on them, as well the both of you, because you seem to be incredibly potent," she stated, causing Dimitri to blush with embarrassment.

"Mama! Please stop saying things like that! It's just… no. Just don't, please," Dimitri begged. Olena rolled her eyes.

"Dimka, please come here. I think it's time you met your children," she said simply, walking up to him, stepping behind him, and gripping his arms as she steered him around to the front of the carriers where the tiny faces of the twins poked out of the blankets they were swaddled in. Dimitri's eyes were the size of dinner plates as he took the sight of them in. Olena carefully lifted Thalia out of her carrier and made Dimitri sit down just like when he was a little boy asking to hold Viktoria for the first time, before she placed her granddaughter in her father's waiting arms.

"This one is the oldest… your daughter… Thalia Dimitrinova Belikova… Rose chose to follow Russian tradition in giving them their patronymic names, and your surname, but will use hers to keep them protected," Olena explained when Dimitri looked up at her in question. He nodded and looked down at the little girl, a smile starting to spread across his face as he began to fall in love all over again with the tiny girl in his arms. He laughed very softly as his fingers lightly stroked over her fine dark hair. "She has Rose's hair… She has a lot of hair… moy printessa…" he murmured, gently holding her up to his face, and inhaling deeply, memorizing the newborn's scent of Rose, milk, and sweet warmth, chuckling softly when her tiny fist reached out to grab his nose, holding tightly onto his nostril. He gently extracted his nose from her tiny fingers, playfully scolding her in Russian as he kissed her little hand and cradled her protectively to his chest. He looked up, beaming with happiness at his mother, his eyes widening again, slightly when Olena handed Nikolai over to him as well. It took him a moment to adjust to holding two babies, but he did just fine.

"This is your son, Nikolai Dimitriov Belikov. He's the youngest. He's a frail little thing, but he has his mother's fighting spirit. He looks just like you," Olena crooned softly, looking lovingly at her grandbabies. Dimitri was equally enraptured as he stared down at his son, repeating the ritual he had done with his daughter, holding Nikolai close and memorizing his sweet newborn smell, and kissing his forehead. Nikolai grabbed Dimitri's lip, but his grip was a little weaker than Thalia's grip on his nose had been. Tears flooded Dimitri's eyes as he held his children for the first time.

So long, he had felt like a monster. So long, he'd pushed Rose away and tortured himself, but this… his children, his two beautiful children that Rose had blessed him with, simply erased the pain. His life as a Strigoi no longer mattered. Nothing mattered except for his family… Rose, his children… in just a few short moments, they had become his whole world, and he would move Heaven and Earth just to keep them safe.

Now, he just had to convince Rose to let him.