Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Academy. It all belongs to Richelle Mead.
Olena Belikova was sat at her dining room table going through a box full of old photo albums. The once she currently had out in front of her showed the life of her only son: Dimitri Belikov. The photos ranged from the ultra-sound pictures to the latest one which was taken only a few days prior.
As she resumed turning the aged pages she heard a sound which she thought she would never hear again: her children bickering over something. It was music to her ears. They all thought that their son, brother, uncle and grandson, was taken away from them forever.
Olena looked back at the album on the table. The page was had stopped on held the evidence of when his sister, Karolina, and her friends dressed him up so they could marry him to their dolls. A peaceful smile graced her lips when she remembered how little six-year old Dimitri was forced into his Sunday best by his eight- year old sister.
Due to the middle-aged woman being so emerged in blissful memories, she didn't notice when the boy in question entered the kitchen with his hands clasped together. He moved over to the open window and disposed of the hidden object in his hands. It was only when Dimitri close the window did she notice someone else was in the room with her.
"Dimitri… When did you come in here?" Her Russian speech was the slightest bit breathless, as if he had scared her.
He smiled back at his mother and moved to sit in the chair to her left. "Just now. I thought I would put a stop to the discussion and actually do something about it."
A laugh left her when she heard how her son had worded his sentence. "What were you five arguing about now?"
He scrunched up his nose when his mum called him out on trying to hide the true nature of the exchange. But he answered her none the less. "Roza found a spider running across the floor. Sonya and Karolina wanted to kill it but I said we should put it outside. From there it turned into a full on argument on what we should do. Viktoria sided with me and Roza didn't care what we did as long as we got it out." A full, truly happy smile graced his face by the time he had finished and Olena laughed with him.
After they quietened down, Olena sighed and went back to the open book in front of her with her son joining in. They started back at the beginning so that they could have the full enjoyment together.
When they were around two thirds of the way in, they both could help but laugh again though the younger of the two had a blush covering his cheeks. They were looking at a photo from when Dimitri was a few months away from his seventeenth birthday. He was looking straight at the camera with a mouthful of Olena's black bread and was reaching for another slice. He always has liked my black bread… She thought. Olena squeezed Dimitri's right hand with her left and let her son turn the page.
As they progressed though the old tome, they saw many different type of pictures, showing many different types of things. Some were even from his time at the academy. Those pictures had been sent over by either Dimitri himself or from Guardian Alberta Petrov. Some even had Dimitri's girlfriend, Rose, in them.
It was Olena who turned the last page which held a picture; the book still had plenty more room for more pictures. The image made her stop and tears sprang to her eyes. Her child noticed his and pulled her close to him for a tight hug.
The photo looked like it had been taken without his knowledge. Dimitri was stood in the kitchen getting something out of one of the top cupboards. It was an ordinary image, it wasn't one many people would have bothered keeping, but to Olena, it meant so much more.
Dimitri lent down towards his mama and kissed her temple, then whispered, "I love you mama…"
Neither of them noticed Rose stood leading against the door way with the Belikova sisters, watching the loving scene with tears in all of their eyes…
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