A/N: Ideas are appreciated lol

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The next few days were hell.

All I did was fight with Dimitri. He angered me to no point. And I was pretty sure I did too. I think that at this point, our love is all hatred, or anger towards each other.

He was always making innuendos. Whenever we sparred, we were enemies, we were really fighting. Beating each other up... at least I was. And it felt good, to let out all my anger out on him... To show him just a little bit of the pain he had put me through.

I growled as we stood there, facing each other. Alazne's birthday was tomorrow, and here we were fighting.

"Oh now its my fault!" I yelled at him. He was blaming me now, just because Alazne said she didn't want to be a guardian. As if I had told her to say that.

"Yes!" he yelled back. He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"You know what? She's only 6 years old! Do you think she knows what she wants?" I screamed in frustration. Goodness sake, in a few years she would change her mind again. She's only a kid.

"But she had to get it from somewhere!" he yelled. I rolled my eyes.

"Geez, well maybe, just maybe, she got it from your family!" His eyes burned with anger. Okay, maybe I didn't have to go that far as to bring his family in, but it was true.

"And if she didn't want to be a guardian then that'd be okay with me!" I yelled once more. And I would because I'll I want is for my daughter to be happy.

I wanted to punch his face. All this yelling attracted a group of people, our family and friends. Ambrose stood on the side. His arms crossed.

"So people could call her a blood whore? So she doesn't protect the Moroi?" his veins were popping out by this point. I put my hands on my hips.

"Selfish Moroi? Risk her life for people that aren't thankful?" I asked.

"The people who continue or kind," he snapped. But, oh he was wrong at that.

I gave him a humorless laugh.

"She won't need a Moroi to continue our 'kind'," I shot back. I didn't need a Moroi, which meant she wouldn't either. Dimitri and I had created a better breed of our kind.

"Well she won't have my support if she's not a guardian!" he yelled again. That was it. That was all I was going to take from him. Messing with me was one thing, and I wouldn't have cared if he said he wouldn't support me; but he said he wouldn't support our daughter.

That was a whole different thing and it pissed me off.

So I slapped across the face. I broke his lip and I was pretty damn proud.

"Well, that shows how great of a father you are," I spat at him and turned on my heel. On my way out the door I grabbed Alazne and pulled her with me. We walked out the door, and I slammed it.

"I'm sorry mommy," Alazne whispered as I wiped away the angry tears.

"For what baby?" her eyes shone with tears.

"For making you and daddy fight. I'll be a guardian. I promise," a tear fell out of the corner of her eye. My heart broke at seeing my daughter like this.

"Oh baby," I murmured and hugged her. I ran my hand through her hair as we both cried.

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"Happy birthday!" we all yelled together, while I shook Alazne to wake her up.

She whined, "Mommy, 5 more minutes," she turned away from us.

Christian laughed, "Like mother, like daughter." I rolled my eyes at him.

"C'mon baby. It's you birthday!"

"I don't care," she growled.

I was getting impatient.

"Alazne, last warning: You get up now or," man I hated doing this.

I sighed.

"Oh crap..." Ambrose muttered; I glared at him.

"Or, I will take away your karate lessons," she got up so quickly, it reminded of a cheetah; it was amusing.

"No mommy," she begged, "I wana be kick ass like you and daddy!" she had taken up on karate, saying it would help her. She was in love with Karate... well more like in love with the teacher'a son. She had a huge crush on him, not that she would ever admit it.

The people in the back round laughed at her, she glared them, making the cower. She giggled.

She liked having power, and she had it just like me.

Dimitri stepped up and hugged her.

"I love you sweetie," she grinned at him. He had apologized to both of us countless of times. Alazne had forgiven her, but I hadn't which had created another fight.

"I love you too Daddy," she then looked at me.

"Family hug?" she asked innocently.

Her brown eyes pleading, unknowing to the tension between me and her father. Or the fact that whatever we could have possibly had was more likely ruined... and that whatever attempts were made, Dimitri and I might never be a family.

I made a move to go forward, Dimitri stiffened. I knew everyone else felt the tension in the air between him and I.

When I got there, after what seemed like forever, Alazne pulled us into a hug. I awkwardly hugged both them, at the same time trying not to touch him.

We pulled away quickly.

I straightened myself out.

My eyes locked with Dimitri.

We really needed to fix this.

Fix our relationship, and if we couldn't be together as a couple, then at least as friends.

Because by fighting and hurting each other, we were hurting our daughter too.

Yet one question remained:

How do you fix something that's already too broken?

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Now: Ambrose or Dimitri?

And can you guys check out my brand new story: 'Ruined'? :) it would be greatly appreciated lol.

This chapter is longer than 1,000 words! probably my longest lol.