*Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy, Richelle Mead does!*

"We're going to take you to see Aunt Sonya, and Aunt Karo, and grandma, and Babushka," I told my girls as we strapped them into the car. "You're going to have such a fun time while mommy and daddy are at the doctors, checking on your younger siblings."

Dimitri grinned. "Are you done talking to them yet?" He asked me amused.

"No," I said as I stuck my tongue out at him. I tried to find something else to say to them, but I couldn't. I kissed their foreheads and then got into the passenger seat of the car.

"Why do you always get to sit in the passenger seat of the car?" Viktoria asked in a whiny voice. She was in the back with the babies.

"It's my car," I told her.

"Our car," Dimitri quickly corrected.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Fine our car. Which means Dimitri and I get priority of the passenger seat. Since Dimitri refuses to let me drive, I get the passenger seat," I told her smugly.

Viktoria groaned. "I'm almost nine months pregnant. I need my space," she complained.

"I'm carrying quadruplets. I win," I told her.

She rolled her eyes at me. Before she could complain again, we were at the house. Dimitri helped her inside then came back out to help me bring in Mila and Lera.

The moment we were in the house, we were attacked by Olena fussing over us. By us, I mean me and Viktoria. I think Olena thinks Dimitri overworks us. Which completely blows my mind because Dimitri doesn't let us do anything.

It took me almost thirty minutes to escape… I mean leave for my appointment. When we finally got in the car, Dimitri sped off. "And this is exactly why I told you we should leave earlier to come here," Dimitri told me.

I rolled my eyes at him. "We go to visit her every couple of days. You'd think she would be used to seeing us by now," I told him with a sigh. I loved Olena and all, but all of her attention was a little overwhelming.

He chuckled. "She's never going to get used to it. It was different when we were staying under her roof. Karo and Sonya were with her throughout all of their pregnancy. They raised her grandchildren in her house. Us not living with her, it's new to her," he explained.

I sighed. I understood, but that doesn't mean I like it. I don't like being fussed over. "I guess I understand," I admitted.

"But you don't like it," Dimitri finished my thoughts. I grinned at him.

"I've taught you well comrade," I said jokingly.

Dimitri rolled his eyes. "You haven't taught me anything," he retorted.

"Oh?" I asked raising both of my eyebrows. "Nothing?" I asked innocently.

He looked at me suspiciously. "What are you getting at?" He asked me.

I shrugged, trying not to look insulted. "I guess I didn't teach you that it's okay to let people in. I guess I didn't teach you there are always people in your life you can trust. I guess I didn't teach you that our love can beat anything," I said, not looking at him. As I was talking to him, it dawned on me that he may really think I haven't taught him anything. Maybe I haven't.

To my surprise, he pulled the car over. "Roza," he said softly, turning my head so I was looking at him. "You taught me all of that and then some. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings before. I wasn't being serious."

"It's not your fault," I admitted reluctantly. "I'm an emotional mess."

He leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. "You're not an emotional mess. You're just pregnant. You're handling it remarkably well, really. Karo was worse than you when she was only carrying one baby. You're carrying four. It's natural to feel a little emotional," he assured me.

I smiled at him and leaned in for another kiss. He broke it too soon. I glared at him.

He chuckled. "We have to get to your appointment," he reminded me.

I sighed. "Let's go," I told him. He pulled back into the street and drove towards the OBGYN office.

Because we were running a little late, we were able to go right into the exam room. "We should be late more often," I whispered to Dimitri while we were waiting for the doctor.

He rolled his eyes at me. "You're late for everything. It wouldn't kill you to be on time for something," he retorted.

"But when we're on time, all we have to do is wait," I complained. "When we're late, we get to go right in."

He groaned. "We still have to wait for the doctor," he pointed out.

"Yeah, but when we're on time we have to wait for the doctor and wait in the waiting room. Face it comrade. Nothing good comes from being on time," I told him.

He rolled his eyes at me. He was spared having to think of another argument by the doctor entering the room. She told me to lie down while she got her equipment ready. After a couple of minutes, she was ready.

I lifted up my shirt to expose my swollen stomach. "This will be cold," she told me. I tried to mentally prepare myself, remembering how cold it was last time. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped me when she put the cold gel on my stomach.

She moved the wand across my stomach. "Ah. I see… one, two, three, four. Four babies," she told us with a smile. I clutched Dimitri's hand tightly in my own. It's official. Four babies. "Do you want to know what you're having?" She asked us.

We both nodded. She moved the wand around my stomach a little more and pressed some buttons so they would focus. "Baby number one is a little girl. Baby number two is also a little girl," she told us. "Baby number three is a girl and finally, baby number four. A little girl. Congratulations. You're having four girls."

Dimitri's jaw dropped. The doctor went to print out the ultrasound pictures. "Thank god Viktoria is having boys," Dimitri muttered under his breath.

I grinned at him. "What's wrong Comrade? The idea of having six little girls in the house too much for you?" I asked him amused.

"No. The idea of having six hormonal teenage girls in the house terrifies me," he told me. "They're not dating until they're thirty."

"That's a little hypocritical isn't it?" I asked teasingly.

"Not at all," he insisted.

"Right, because you didn't have a relationship with your seventeen year old student," I said, rolling my eyes.

He chuckled. "That was different. Neither of your parents were in the picture," he pointed out. "We are both in the picture."

"You're going to be a ridiculously overprotective father aren't you?" I asked him.

He nodded. "I'm going to chase away any boy that tries to put their hands on them," he told me seriously.

I chuckled. I looked down at my stomach. "Don't worry. I won't let daddy ruin your relationships," I promised them. "I'll protect you."