RPOV
Seven babies. I never knew taking care of seven babies could be this difficult. I mean, I know that taking care of at least one baby would be some hard work. But seven? My God...
All the diapers, milk, burpings, nap times, crying at night. I'm not sure which one is going to be worse, though, seven babies or seven teenagers. Just the thought of going from seven little babies to seven hormonal, out-of-control teenagers...I would have a mental breakdown.
But I'm thankful to have such a supportive fiance like Dimitri. He is a wonderful father. And I can all ready tell the girls have Dimitri wrapped around their little fingers, especially Claire. She has Dimitri's eyes, so all she has to do is give him those big, innocent eye look and he is under her control. Aidan has that same affect on me. He's like a baby Dimitri. It's so terrifying on how similar Aidan and Dimitri look. The same brown eyes, same nose and mouth, same hair. I can only imagine on how Aidan'll be with the ladies when he's older. Right now, just by looking at him, he's going to be a lady's-man.
As for the others, I can say that I'm excited yet terrified on what they'll turn out to be.
DPOV
I never knew that fatherhood would be so fantastic. It's tiring, but fantastic. I did what Roza suggested on our first date and sent some of the stories I wrote to get published, and I'm waiting anxiously. If they don't get published, then I have a backup job in mind. I'd most likely work as an engineer. I studied a little in college for a job like that, but I focused my attention more on English literature in college. Being a famous author.
~*xXx*~
Roza and I were in the living room, watching a movie. We had to keep the volume low, so the babies wouldn't wake up. Since the babies are still newborns, they'll sleep in our room until their old enough for their own rooms. But Roza and I agreed to have some us-time.
Roza was snuggled up at my side, my arm slung around her shoulders.
"How do you like being a father?" she asked, scooting closer to me.
I smiled, "I love it." I looked down at her, she was smiling a little. "How do you like being a mother?"
She giggled. "I love it." I kissed the top of her head. Our lives couldn't be more perfect. After the babies were born, Sonya told Roza she was sorry for being such a 'bitch,' as she said it. And she wished Roza's forgiveness. Whether Mama told Sonya to say that or somewhere deep on Sonya's heart she saw how far from reality she had been, but I was impressed. Roza had to think about it, though. She didn't trust Sonya. I wouldn't either, but at least my sister apologized.
So Roza accepted it.
But she still doesn't trust Sonya yet.
"You're spoiling Claire rotten," Roza said. "And all the other girls, too." She looked up at me, her eyes twinkling as she smiled. "I wouldn't be surprised if they depended on you even more when they're older."
I chuckled. "I know," I said. "But I won't help them with boyfriends." I said that firmly. "They're not dating until they're thirty."
She laughed. "That seems a little harsh. I didn't start dating until I was fifteen. Why shouldn't they?"
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Fifteen? Roza, I don't want our daughters to be exposed to the perverted, disgusting, forceful boys in their schools. They can be friends with boys, but nothing farther than that." Roza smiled and shook her head.
"They'll have to start dating eventually," she sighed. She snuggled further into my side, wrapping her arms around my waist. "I love you."
"I love you, too." I looked down at Roza, and the way she looked to me, was like a little kid holding a teddy bear. She seemed so relaxed around me, even after everything we'd been through.
I smiled.
"I love you, too."