Hey, guys. I didn't think I'd write this much today but I don't know. I think all of your views and reviews have given me inspiration. Thank you. :)
I do not own any of the characters. Richelle Mead does. Though, I do wish I owned Dimitri... Wouldn't that be amazing?
Rose P.O.V.
When I walked out of the bathroom, I was bombarded with hugs and crying women, I couldn't tell who was who! Only when things calmed a little bit could I actually understand what everyone was saying.
(A/N Everything that takes place in Dimitri's house is in Russian.)
"Oh my goodness, Roza. I missed you so much, we all did." Olena told me, giving me another long hug. I patted her back softly. It was then that I'd realized how much I'd really missed her. She had always acted as my mom. "Especially Dimitri! He was so upset! It seemed like an eternity before he started acting like himself again."
I hadn't known Dimitri affected by my leaving so much. Of course I had been the same way. Losing someone you grew up with so suddenly was never easy. Still, it saddened me that I had caused him pain.
"I'm sorry, Olena. I've missed you all too. Dimitri included, of course." I looked around for him but he wasn't there. He's taking a shower, I thought to myself.
"You're hogging Roza, Momma." Vika complained while latching herself on to me.
I chuckled. "I've missed you too, Vika."
Karolina made her way over to me. "Roza, I've missed you." She smiled.
Sonya gave me a small hug as well. It was all she could manage. I looked down at her stomach. "Who's this?"
Sonya laughed. "Her name is Zoya. She's due in two months. Will you be here still?"
All the Belikov's looked to me for my answer. "Yeah, I'm staying for the entire Summer with some friends."
It was Olena who answered. "That's great Roza. You and all of your friends are welcome here anytime."
"I might just take you up on that offer. I don't know how I've lasted this long without your amazing cooking skills." I joked.
"Oh! That reminds me! Dinner's ready!" She hurried to the kitchen to set the table.
"Oh, hey, Paul." I called to the boy in the back of the room. "Look how big you've gotten. What are you? Five, now?" I teased.
"No! I'm eight." He told me.
"Whatever." I grinned. "Come give me a hug."
He ran into my arms and gave me a kiss on the cheek before dashing into the dining room. I laughed.
I looked around the room and frowned. "Where's Babushka?" I asked no one in particular.
"In her room. Go say hello." I didn't know who answered me but I followed their suggestion.
Opening the door to the room I knew she was in, I found her reading in a rocking chair.
"Don't you knock? Has moving to America made you lose your manners?" Yeva scowled at me.
"Oh, come on. You know I never had any manners." I rolled my eyes.
"It's good to have you back." She told me as I bent to hug her. "It will change, you know. The way you feel. For the both of you."
I have been around Yeva long enough to know that when she says something cryptic, you don't doubt her. She knows things. And you probably shouldn't ignore what she says. But I didn't know what she was talking about...or who, so I just took her message and put it to the back of my mind.
"I'll see you around, Babushka." She smiled and I ducked out of her room.
By the time I sat down at the table, Dimitri had walked out of the shower. He had on a pair of sweatpants. That was it. No shirt or duster. I had to admit, it wasn't a bad sight. Over the years he had gained some serious muscle. His chocolate brown hair was wet and some of it clung to the sides of his face.
He noticed me staring. "See something you like?" He smirked.
Unable to think of a snarky remark, I rolled my eyes. He sat down in the seat next to me and we all shared comfortable small talk while we ate. When I was finished I put my plate in the sink and looked at the window directly above it.
"Shit." I cursed. It was dark outside. Way dark. I was supposed to be at the house hours ago. There was no way I'd be able to walk all the way there at this hour.
"It's too late to go back now, dear." Olena told me. "You can stay here for the night."
"No that's okay I could just-"
"Nonsense!" She exclaimed. "You used to stay here all the time when you were younger. It's no different now."
I smiled. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Good. The only thing is, you can't sleep on the couch tonight, we're going to have company tomorrow and I can't have you sleeping there all day. You can stay in with Dimitri."
I looked over at Dimitri and he shrugged. "As long as you stay on your side of the bed, I don't really care." I rolled my eyes and walked upstairs into Dimitri's room.
As I lay in the familiar room, I couldn't help but think about how much I've missed this. Olena, Paul, Karo, Vika, Sonya, and especially Dimitri. Yeva's words came back to me. It will change you know. How you feel. I still don't know what she meant by that. How I feel about what? Or who?
When the door opened and Dimitri walked in, I was felt the need to pretend I was already asleep. Dimitri chuckled and I wondered if I had been found out. He pulled the blankets over my shoulders and kissed my forehead. Just as he'd done when we were younger. Only this time, there was something there that wasn't there when we were kids. There was a spark. A tingle from where his lips touched my skin. I quickly dismissed this as a result of being jetlagged. I felt the bed dip from his weight and I let his presence comsume me until unconsciousness took hold of me.