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Previously...

"Dimitri?" Aisley asked me, looking out the window as we drove to our destination.

"Yes, fake daughter?"

"Where are we going?"

The car pulled to a stop in front of the place where we were going to spend the day.

"We, Aisley, are going to a golf course."

I parked the rental car at the golf club house.

"Seriously? Golf? Isn't that for, like, sixty year old men?" Michael asked, opening his door and stepping out. I did the same, groaning at his naivety.

"Firstly, it isn't, and secondly, golf is calming and I'll need a lot of calming if I'm around you two for the entire day." I adjusted my sunglasses, leering down at Michael, who didn't seem pleased with my response.

Aisley rolled her eyes, "You think you have it bad? I'll need therapy after today- heck, I need therapy now, and it's only been ten minutes!"

I locked car door, and walked away from the irritating children because God knows they wouldn't like my come-back.

We entered the club house, which was very extravagant- even for me. When I'd asked the man at the front desk of the hotel if there was an upper class golf course around I wasn't expecting this. It was very large and very plush, couches and padded seats everywhere, all of the basic beige colour, which seemed to be the theme of the room. Chandeliers hung from the roof, and artwork that seemed hundreds of years old was situated on the walls. I didn't even want to walk on the carpet, that's how expensive everything was.

I turned to Aisley and Michael who seemed even more shocked than I was myself, "Touch anything and you die. Break anything and I'll bring you back to clean up your own corpse."

Michael's green eyes and Aisley's brown eyes widened, and they nodded in unison.

"Good."

I took a deep breath, relaxing my muscles and pulling my arms back, preparing to swing.

"Poop, bananas, red, monkey-"

"Aisley!" I shouted, pulling back from my swing. We hadn't even played the first hole and I was already prepared to strangle her.

"I'm bored," She groaned, stretching out 'bored' until it just because a series of 'o's.

"Why don't you and Michael play a game or something?"

I'd offered to let them play but they preferred to just sit there and irritate me. Figures. Aisley sat on the soft, green grass a few feet away while Michael sat in the golf cart, trying to hotwire it; even though he had no clue how.

The two of them- combined- had the attention span of a fish with amnesia.

"That's a good idea, thanks Dimitri." She ran over to Michael and I returned to my attempt at golf.

Once again, I took a deep breath and pulled my arm back, swinging forward and-

"PENIS!"

The golf ball flew in completely the wrong direction, into the trees on the far left. I hung my head in anger, trying to contain it. Giggles and snorting sounded from behind me, but as I turned around it stopped immediately. Give or take a few smiles.

It was silent except for a few chirping birds and angry sixty year olds mumbling about disrespectful youth.

"Okay, what was that? Do you really hate me that much?"

"Of course Dimitri," Michael replied grinning, so I knew it was a joke, "haven't you ever heard of the game 'peni-"

"Of course I have, but I don't think your mother would appreciate you playing it. Now what would happen if she accidently found out? What would happen then?"

I grinned thinking about all the punishments the kids would get, how angry Rose would get and how she'd realise she should never ever leave them with me again. Ever.

I should have known better; this is Roza we're talking about.

Aisley laughed and said, "Who do you think taught it to us? Sometimes we play it in the shopping centre."

I groaned and rubbed my forehead.

"Well, I don't think you should be saying such a word and-"

"You're not our father, so you don't really have a say, do you?"

Michael finally spoke up. I glanced up at him, shocked.

Guilt racked through me, causing me to shake slightly. Here I was, pretending to be his dad and acting the same way his real father did, so much so that I was angry at myself.

"You're right, I'm not your dad, but I do care about you." I don't think we were talking about bad language anymore.

I took a deep breath.

"Okay, okay, so what do you want to do? Obviously you're bored so how about we do something?" I asked, I didn't want to do anything, because I was mentally exhausted and just wanted to relax, but I guess I owe them. Anyway, you never know, it might be fun.

Aisley brightened up, running up to me and gripping onto my leg. "You mean it? Really?"

I smiled, one of my rare smiles – according to Rose.

"Yes Milaya, what would you like to do?"

It was silent for a while, as the little gears in her head started ticking- but it was Michael that answered.

"Can...could you...could you teach me to swim?"

And so we left the beautiful golf course, with its large, swinging trees and green grass, so I could have the privilege to teach Michael to swim. And it really was a privilege.

We arrived back to the hotel, and after changing into our bathing suit we headed off to the pool.

Luckily it wasn't over-crowded, which I guess is because it was pretty early in the morning, but there were still enough people to create a comfortable environment.

"Okay, Michael, start off in the shallow end while I call your mum and Adrian," I said, watching as he sat on the edge of the pool. Aisley jumped in, making the water splash. Michael slowly climbed onto the very edge of the pool, letting his legs hang in the perfect blue water, but made no move to go further in. Noticing his hesitance I just told him to wait where he was; not wanting him to feel uncomfortable.

I pulled my phone out from my bag and called the hotel spa, hoping Rose and Tasha were still there.

The phone was picked up after two rings, and after explaining who I was trying to reach- which was way too hard because of the woman's lack of English- the line was eventually passed on to Rose.

Rose POV-

Dear lord, I'm either in heaven or I'm hallucinating- whichever way I never wanted to leave this magical land.

I sighed in pleasure, my muscles tightening before relaxing. Right at that moment I didn't think it could get any better.

But then he hit that spot.

I gasped, eyes closing in absolute satisfaction. He moved his beautiful hands to my stomach and I'm sure he could feel it coil and vibrate with tingles. Then came my hips, he rubbed gentle circles on them, switching between clockwise and anti-clockwise.

"Is this alright?" God, his accent just made everything better.

I moaned as an answer, barely making out a nod as he worked my thighs, his perfect hands eliminating any ache that was there previously.

I think this is the first time I truly believed in God.

He was causing tingles all over my body; cramps disappeared and were replaced by something I hadn't felt in what seemed like years.

Absolute physical relaxation.

I wanted to be with him forever, to feel these emotions every night. I wanted to make him fall in love with me, buy him presents on Valentine's Day, I wanted to watch him play with my kids, and I wanted him to marry me.

Too bad he's gay.

He got to my feet and I sighed as he rubbed my sore muscles. Being a mother really kicks the energy out of you.

"You sound like you're enjoying that,"

I opened my eyes and tilted my head to look at Tasha, lying on her own table with her female masseuse, her perfect hair splayed around her head, and even though there was a light towel placed over her naked body, you could still see the outline and shape. It was the ultimate female body; curves yet a small waist, long legs yet not dangly and spider looking, the perfect bright blue eyes and soft lips.

I don't think I've ever been so self-conscious. The atmosphere from mere seconds ago vanished like evaporating water; I tried to grasp it but there was nothing I could do. Now I wasn't anywhere near as relaxed, and suddenly this towel was a bit too small.

I smiled at her, trying to get lost in the male masseuse's hands but was unsuccessful when she opened her big trap again.

"So, Dimitri's birthday is a week away," I know that, I'm supposed to be his ex-wife, I thought, "and I have, like, no idea what to get him!"

And I, like, want to strangle you.

"What do you think?" She asked, sitting herself up onto elbows to get a proper look at me. I felt myself shiver in disgust as she eyed me down. I would never look like her.

I looked back up to the roof, taking deep breaths.

Do it for your best friend, he needs this to work out. He wants to be with her.

"Well, he's a bit delicate about his age, so I wouldn't make it that big of a deal," Especially cause he'll be celebrating with a beautiful girl that is almost half his age, "and buy something simple." I answered, my brain already ticking away with possible presents, not mentioning the best option though. That was my present to him.

"He loves anything to do with the Western, or cowboys, which you probably already know," I began before she interrupted me. I still refused to look at her.

"Actually I didn't know that, should I?"

My eyes widened in absolute shock. I couldn't understand how Dimitri's girlfriend, of about two months, wouldn't know that he is cowboy-obsessed! He spends every spare minute of his day read Western novels, listening to country music, looking at posters- he even where's a fucking Duster for God's sake! This girl is unbelievable!

I nodded, gritting my teeth.

She remained silent after she seemed to realise how stupid she sounded.

"He also loves reading, so you can't really go wrong with a book. Oh, but don't buy him any soppy, romantic stuff; he hates that. And he really loves his job, so whatever you do, don't make him not work on his birthday, he won't appreciate it." I thought for a few moments before continuing.

"He doesn't like all that expensive stuff either, so don't bother with that; oh, but he really loves movies, so he would just love to stay home and watch movies. I remember we did that once and-"

"You know so much about him..." She mumbled, and I finally decided to glance at her.

"Well, I've known him for ages, and when you know a guy for as long as I have, you learn this stuff."

It got awkward after that.

I left myself fall back into my somewhat relax full state, the masseuse's hands.

His large, soft, beautiful hands.

Let's just say I wasn't thankful for the interruption.

"Excuse me? Mrs Belikov?"

I shot immediately, clutching my towel to my chest so as not to flash anyone. Wouldn't that be awkward.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down there! There's no Mrs Belikov here!" I gasped out to the young woman, who stood there wide eyed and shaking at my sudden outburst. Tasha was also a bit shocked, unsure as to who the woman was referring to.

I know she was hoping it was herself.

"Sor- sorry, ma'am!" She stuttered out. She held out the phone to me, "Ahh, it's a Dimitri, asking for Mia?"

Tasha looked slightly devastated the phone call wasn't for her.

I took the phone off the girl, smiling apologetically at her. I was just so shocked to hear those words, and I couldn't help but notice the way my heart fluttered hearing those words, before smashing into pieces when I realised I was only referred to that because I'm playing his ex-wife.

I wrapped the towel properly around my body, trapping it under my arms, walking out the door into the hallway. It was just as beautiful as the massage room, the theme being followed out into the hallway.

It was pretty basic looking, with plain, calming white walls, gorgeous flowers on the table and a delicate regal furniture range, while still having that 'I'm in freaking Hawaii' look.

I placed the phone up to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hi Rose, it's Dimitri," He said, that deep, accent-laced voice a soothing antidote to my bad attitude.

"Hey Dimka," Okay, so maybe the attitude was still there, but I was not jealous of Tasha and Dimitri. Absolutely not.

"Okay, what happened?" He sighed.

"Nothing, nothing, don't worry," I waited a second, knowing he would try to pursue the topic, but I cut in before he could even start, "Seriously, don't worry."

"Alright, I just wanted to let you know we went to the pool, instead of golf," He whispered, in a tone that suggested he was partially asking for my permission.

"Of course its okay, Dimitri, but remember that Michael can't swim-"

"Actually, I'm going to teach him how to swim..."

I paused, unsure how I felt about this. Michael had always wanted to learn to swim, but had been waiting for his father to teach him. Aisley had my impatience (and knew how stupid Jessie could be) so she didn't wait, but Michael was using ever last inch of his hope to wait for his father to spend some time with him, and teach him to swim. I guess all that hope was gone.

"Oh...okay, that's great. You know what, I think I'll come down and watch; if that's okay?"

He chuckled, "Of course it's fine, Roza!"

We were about to say our good-byes when I heard the most horrifying, frightening noise I think I've ever heard.

The sound of my baby girl shouting her brother's name.

"MICHAEL!"

There was a splash, that even through the phone line came as clear as glass to me, before there was a shuffling noise over the phone, and a thud as it impacted with the ground. I held my own phone tightly, desperately to my ear as my heart raced. I searched for any noise possible, a deep thudding in my chest and sickening lurching in my stomach.

Something had happened to my beautiful baby boy, I just knew it.

The door on my left opened and Tasha walked out, fully dressed.

"Mia? What happened?" She rushed to my side, and in that moment I was so glad to have her here with me.

I didn't realised I was crying until she wiped the tears from my cheeks with her soft thumb.

"Som- something- Oh God, something happened to my baby!" The sobs leaked from every organ, every moan of pain, and every tear in my body.

Tasha knew what to do, running inside to grab my clothes.

I shouted and screamed into the phone, desperate for anything. There was a rustling and voices, which I could tell were other people. I almost gave up all hope of ever being able to talk to someone, when Aisley picked up the phone.

"Mummy, mummy I'm- I'm so scared, I-" She couldn't continue with bursting into tears. I tried to take deep breath and remain strong for her, but I was as scared as she was.

"Just take a deep breath, okay sweetie? Mummy's going to be there in a minute. Just don't go anywhere, okay?"

I hung up the phone, throwing it onto the chair. I grabbed the clothes off Tasha, thanking her briskly but not stopping for a second. I threw them on, as it was a deserted hallway and Tasha turned her back.

A few minutes ago, I might've been completely ashamed to be changing in front of such a gorgeous woman, but I didn't think of anything but my children in the moment.

Adrenalin pumped in my blood, and I'd never run so fast in my life. My heart raced in fear and dread. I sweated from every inch of my body. My senses were on high alert. My stomach churned and fluttered.

I could only hope that Dimitri would keep my son safe.

So. A huge twist from the movie, I know. But I found myself getting bored from such a planned, and expected storyline. I was bored of writing it, and I'm sure most of you (if you're still reading this story) are bored of knowing what to expect- if you've seen the movie. If you haven't the story needed some drama anyway, and if you've read any of my other stories you know I love drama and a twist- if not more than one.

I'm sorry that I literally took months to write this, but it was Christmas, then New Years and as I said, I was a bit bored of this story, so I wanted to spice it up.

I also had some stuff going on, which I won't tire you with.

This chapter is almost 3,000 words long (eight pages on word), which I think is alright. Not as much as I would've liked, but I ended it at the perfect time- for me anyway.

Again, sorry for the delay, and any mistakes in the chapter, I hope it is at least average though.

And I thank anyone who favoured, followed and especially reviewed on the last chapter, it made me realise that I still have readers and I have a responsibility. I hope I can update more frequently, hopefully every week!

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