RPOV (present day)

Olena had picked Dimitri and I up and asked us how everything went. When Dimitri and I told her about the boys, she smiled. I could tell she was still a little disappointed with Dimitri, and possibly a little disappointed with me, but at least she was trying to be supportive. I knew my parents probably wouldn't give a rat's ass about the boys. But I felt guilty about using Olena's kindness; I didn't want her supporting the boys when she's got more important things to think about, like Dimitri's little sister. She's still fighting with leukemia. I don't know how Dimitri's older sisters will take it, either. Neither Dimitri nor his mother had said a thing to Sonya or Karolina about the pregnancy. I just hope everything goes well until the birth.

~Secret admirers~

"How're you feeling?" Dimitri asked. We were at school, just hanging out front. My stomach had gotten so much bigger, I couldn't fit into my old clothes anymore. Olena, though, and adding so much more to my guilty conscience, bought me pregnancy clothes. The kind of clothes pregnant women wear to fit over their big bellies.

"Fine." I shrugged. The boys had started kicking up a storm, always waking me up in the middle of the night cause they continued kicking my bladder. Dimitri wrapped his arms around me, attempting to give me a hug, but my big belly wouldn't allow it. And neither would the boys, who were kicking so hard it hurt. Dimitri felt it and smiled.

"I don't think they want to share," Dimitri said, rubbing my stomach. I gave a small smile. Because of the pregnancy, my hormones have been driving my crazy. Everything makes me cry, everything makes me mad, everything makes me happy. It's like my body can't make up its mind on how I'm supposed to feel. But, thankfully, I still have a few normal emotions in there. The guilt from Olena trying to be as supportive as she can, and self-conscious because of how big my stomach was becoming. "What's wrong?" Dimitri asked.

I looked down. "I'm fat," I mumbled.

Dimitri gently brought my face up. "You're not fat," he said softly, kissing my forehead. "The babies are just growing. Stop worrying about your appearance, Roza. That doesn't matter. Our boys are getting bigger, that's more important." I nodded.

DPOV

School had started and I gave Roza a kiss. I had pre-calculus as first period, a tolerable class. But I noticed there was a girl there, a girl I didn't recognize. She had icy blue eyes and black hair. She was lean, but not as attractive as Roza. She saw me and her eyes widened. I instantly looked away. Whoever this girl was, I wanted nothing to do with her. But, unfortunately, I think she wanted everything to do with me.

"Hi." The girl stood in front of me, blocking me from getting to my seat. "I'm Tasha, I just moved here. What's your name?" The way this Tasha girl was talking to me made me uncomfortable. It was as if she was trying to push her "charm" on me. But I wouldn't call it that.

"Um, I'm t-trying to get to my seat," I mumbled.

"Oh come on." Tasha's voice was low and seductive, she put a hand on my chest. "Please tell me your name." I grabbed her wrist and took her hand off my chest as gently as possible.

"I-I have a girlfriend," I said, giving her a wary look. "Please go away." A flash of hurt went through Tasha's blue eyes, but I could tell she wasn't giving up easily. The one thing I used to like about being unpopular is that I don't get noticed by anyone. But this Tasha girl noticed me right away.

This is not going to be good.

RPOV

By lunchtime, Dimitri was all jittery and anxious. He kept looking over his shoulder and looking around.

"What's gotten in your pants?" I asked.

Dimitri jumped a little. "N-nothing," he lied.

"You're lying, ya know," I said. "What's gotten in your pants?"

Dimitri swallowed nervously. "T-there's this girl in my pre-calculus class. Her name's Tasha. I-I think she likes me." An explosion of jealousy and anger erupted inside of me, Dimitri must've noticed, because he quickly stammered a "I-I told her I have a g-girlfriend. But I-I don't know what she'll d-do now."

"Point out this bitch to me," I said, my voice cold. "There's no way in hell I'm allowing some bimbo to take my man."

"Your man?" Dimitri smiled.

"Yes, you're my man." I snuggled into his side, his arm wrapping around my shoulders, his free hand resting on my stomach. One of the boys kicked in response. Dimitri chuckled. I put my hand on top of his.

Nothing would ruin me and Dimitri's relationship. Not even this Tasha girl.