I know all of you are wondering what is going to happen to poor little Rosalie. All I can say is read and found out. Sorry! I'm not a person who likes to spoil things for others. Enjoy(:

(Dimitri P.O.V)

Sitting down in a chair next to the bed Rose is laying in. Machines and wires attached to her. Holding her hand, letting her know I'm here. The doctors said Rose will make it, but don't know about poor little Rosalie. For three days Rose has been asleep. For three days Rosalie has been getting worst and worst. I just want my two girls to be alright. I can't go on living knowing my girls are aren't here with me. I can't! Closing my eyes, I rest my head against the bed.

"Di...mi...tri," Rose murmured, closing her eyes and opening them again.

"I'm here, Roza," I told her, kissing her cheek.

"I'm...sorry," she sobbed, closing her eyes again.

"Roza, it's not your fault," I said. "Please, open your eyes, Roza."

Slowly she opened her eyes again. "How's Sonja?"

"She's alright," I told her.

"And our baby?"

"Is she awake?"

Turning around in my chair, I saw my mother and Oksana standing in the doorway of the room. I nodded my head. My mother stepped out into the hallway telling the doctor that Rose is awake. Oksana came up behind me, laying a hand on my shoulder.

"Rosemarie, it's nice to see you awake," the doctor said, checking the machines that's connected to Rose. When Rose didn't respond the doctor continued, "the test we got back shows the baby is alright since she's connected to Rosemarie. But when she is delivered..." the doctor trailed off.

"What happens?" Rose asked, placing her left hand on her stomach.

"There's a chance the baby might not make it after she's delivered," the doctor said slowly.

"Dimitri," Rose whispered so only I can hear her.

Looking down at my Roza, I saw her stare back at me with red, puffy eyes. Tears running down her already wet cheeks.

"Can we have a moment alone, please?" I asked, still looking down at Rose.

I heard some shuffling then the door closed.

(Rose P.O.V)

Laying in bed with wires connected to me, being told Rosalie might die at birth and there's nothing we can do about it. If the doctors can't help then I don't want to stay here. I don't want to be reminded that I tried to give the man I love a child and failed at doing so.

"I want to go home," I whispered to Dimitri, beginning to cry again.

My eyes hurt from crying, my body's sore and I just want to go home.

"Roza, we can't," he said, running a finger up and down my cheek.

"They can't do anything to help us," I told him.

He sighs. "If you want to go home, I'll take you home."

"Thank you."

The doctors wanted me to stay and do more tests, but I refused. I won't stay here and be tested on, getting the same answer in the end. I won't!

Back at the house, Dimitri helped me up the stairs and to our room. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, watching him pace back and forth.

"I'm really sorry, Dimitri," I said, looking down at my hands.

"Roza, it's not your fault," he assured me.

I nodded my head, still looking down at my hands.

"You know how some doctors are sometime wrong?" he ask, coming to sit next to me.

I nodded my head again.

"Maybe, this is a time where the doctors are wrong."

"How do you know?" I asked, looking up at him finally.

He shrugs. "We can only pray that little Rosalie will be alright."

Managing a small smile, I looked into his eyes. "If she made this far, she can make through delivery. She's tough like her parents."

Dimitri smiled as he bent down to kiss me on my lips. Rosalie will be alright. She's a tough little girl.

Poor Rose and Dimitri! Their first child might not make it!

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