All right. First of all, since I'm fourteen, I have decided to SKIP the birth part. I have no clue what I'm doing in that area, but have decided that the best thing for me and you is to skip over that entire thing. Instead of BS'ing my way through the whole thing, I'm going to start where I know what happens.

Secondly, thanks for the reviews!

And finally, in case I don't review before then, Merry Christmas!

Disclaimer: Rose and Dimitri? Nope. But the Three Miracles (hint, hint...)? Yeah, they're ALL mine. :D


This entire journey was incredible. I couldn't be disappointed because Dimitri was a Strigoi. It was impossible to be upset because I was away from my best friend. Everything that had happened in these last nine months was nothing because I was finally holding my daughter in my arms.

Sabrina Hailey Belikov stared up at me, the beginning of a smile on her beautiful face. Tears came to my eyes, and I knew I was being overemotional... again. I glanced at Dimitri, who was holding Adrienne Kourtney Belikov in his arms.

He was grinning so hugely that I had to smile. I knew he would love them. Dimitri was cooing at his oldest daughter, and she was smiling. Everything was perfect.

"I love you, Adrienne Kourtney Belikov," he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead. She squealed in delight, and Sabrina followed her example, smiling as well.

"God, Dimitri, they're beautiful," I breathed. Sabrina had gorgeous chesnut brown hair, just like her father. Adrienne had my hair. She looked exactly like me.

Jeremy Grant Belikov shifted in Dimitri's arms and yawned. I smiled at Dimitri, whose returning grin was so ecstatic that I had to chuckle a little. Dimitri's son looked almost exactly like him. His hair was the same color, and his facial structure was Dimitri's.

"Yes, they are, Roza. Yes, they are," Dimitri replied quietly. "I can't believe this," he murmured, almost to himself.

I smiled. "I told you so."

He looked up at me, and I saw the devotion and adoration in his red eyes. "Yes, you did."

March nineteenth - it was a day I would remember for the rest of my life. It was Adrienne, Jeremy, and Sabrina's birthday. And in that cabin, our family was perfect. It was Dimitri and I with our children. I couldn't have asked for a better day.

Dimitri was especially fond of Adrienne, and I was strangely attached to Sabrina. It was strange - Dimitri became attached to the child with the name that I had thought of, and vice versa. Sabrina was the youngest, and Adrienne the oldest.

That entire day, Dimitri made sure I was always sitting, and I held each one of my children. Dimitri was almost always in motion. He was either helping me, feeding one of the kids, putting them down for a nap, or holding one.

I was glad he was faster than most people. We would need the extra speed and strength. When night fell, Dimitri and I put them to bed and watched them sleep.

"They're so amazing," he whispered, stroking my cheek.

"I know. I told you this would be incredible. You're going to be a wonderful father. You know that, right?"

He nodded, and this time there was a little bit of confidence in the gesture. I knew he would be. He was just so caring. He worried about other people, and on top of that, he was almost always calm.

There was the sound of crying, and he was up before I could even think about it. "See?" I whispered as he rocked Sabrina gently, shushing her.

I stood up, coming to his side. Sabrina had tears flowing down her cheeks. I brushed them away with my thumbs, kissing her forehead gently in the process.

"Shh, Sabrina Hailey, it'll be all right," I murmured. She sniffled, glancing up at us before looking around again.

"I love you, Sabrina Belikov, I truly do," Dimitri said quietly, stroking her cheek. I saw the love in his eyes and smiled. I knew I wasn't being hopeful when I told him that he would love these kids.

At least we weren't calling them X and Z anymore. They had names, they were real people, and they existed. It was a lot to take in. I was nervous about many things. We would have to be careful around them. They couldn't know Dimitri's true nature - not for a while, at least. If we told them when they were young, they wouldn't understand the necessity of keeping it a secret.

I didn't want to keep secrets from them, but this was crucial. We couldn't risk Dimitri's secret. That would have to be kept to ourselves for a while. Then there was also the issue of seeing Lissa again. But I was sure that somehow we would manage it. If there's a will, there's a way, the saying goes.

And damn, did I have a will. I missed Lissa like crazy, and it was pretty obvious in the way I sometimes moped around, either in a hotel room or the cabin.

Dimitri set Sabrina back in our makeshift crib, effectively pulling me from my thoughts. He took my hand and squeezed gently. "I love you, Roza."

"I love you, too, Dimitri." I yawned after my statement. Being a parent was hard work.

The corners of Dimitri's lips twitched up, heading toward a smile. "Come on, Rose. Let's get you to bed."

I scowled at him a little. "I'm not a baby, Dimitri."

He just smiled and kissed my forehead. "You need your rest, Rose."

I sighed. I couldn't argue with that. "Fine."

Dimitri smiled, knowing that he'd won this argument. I climbed into the bed and closed my eyes. I wasn't worried about the kids since Dimitri didn't sleep. He could always keep an eye on them, even while I was sleeping.

I laid my head on his chest and sighed in contentment.

This day couldn't have gone any better. Our children were in the world with us, and Dimitri loved them.


Yay!! The kids are here, the kids are here! Okay, a few things.

In order from eldest to youngest: Adrienne, Jeremy, Sabrina. Their birthday is March 19th. This is not the end of this story. I've got tons more. The kids get to grow up and find love... (YAY!) I actually have a one-shot up about Sabrina meeting her boyfriend. It's called 'Taking A Chance', I believe.

There's still much more to this story, probably 20 or so more chapters. And then there's a sequel. But enough of that. Let's see, how many reviews this time? ... 90? Possibly? I gave you the kids. :D It would make my day if I tipped 100, but that's pushing it, so 90? Maybe?

Merry Christmas, guys! Hope it's a good one.

- J.C.

P.S. What do you think about the kids?? (I personally love them, but I'm biased. XD)