The drive to Dimitri's cabin was quiet, Rose huggung herself, contemplating a lot of ways to get to the city.
Dimitri Belikov.
He could easily tell them.
She couldn't take that risk.
"Would you stop tapping your leg?" his voice surprised her, making her jump a little.
"Sorry," she muttered. She hadn't noticed she'd been tapping her foot. She ran a hand through her hair.
Dimitri couldn't stop looking at her. She seemed nervous, anxious, and a little unhappy.
That made two.
When they reached the cabin, Rose got out of the car quickly.
It was a small cabin, covered with snow, Rose wondered how they would get in. Dimitri started shoveling the snow away. Rose darted her eyes back and forth, rubbing her stomach.
The baby was upset, moving around a lot.
They wouldn't take her baby away, she wouldn't let them.
The baby was hers and only hers.
She was freezing out here, all cause Dimitri was taking his sweet ass time. She wanted to say something, then thought it wasn't her place. She was a guest, nothing more.
Dimitri finally stopped, opening the door to the small cabin.
She came in, hoping it was warmer, but it was quite the opposite. She shivered.
"Sorry, I'll start the fire," he said, grunting as he picked up a piece wood.
"Thanks."
She got no answer.
She sat on the nearest couch there was.
"Do you think I could use your phone?" she asked, hoping, and praying to God.
He didn't turn around to look at her, but still answered, "The lines are out."
Rose panicked.
"For how long?" he shrugged his shoulders,"A week or more."
That was too long for her. She kept calm though, not wanting to alarm him.
Except he noticed she was alarmed, and a little afraid, when he said the lines were going to be out for a while.
Now, he was seriously interested in her. Young, beautiful, and pregnant.
And he wondered why she'd hesitated to say her last name.
Was that even her last name?
"I put your stuff in the room," he said. Time had already passed by quickly and she hadn't noticed.
Although she didn't like the idea of staying here, she had to admit it was safe. Who would follow her in this kind of weather?
Besides, nobody would think of looking for her in a remote cabin, in the mountains.
And Dimitri had no way of contacting anyone.
"You didn't say where you were travelling from," he commented while she warmed up her hands.
"No," was her only response.
Nothing was said afterwards.
The Belikov's were a small, but rich family. They owned hotels, clubs, companies, all over the world, and they were well respected.
She'd been involved in all that.
A small gasp came from her mouth, alerting Dimitri something was wrong.
"What's wrong?"
She shook her head, "Baby is really restless."
"I'm no doctor but common sense tells me you should be lying down."
Once again she nodded.
"You're right. We're both really tired," she admitted.
"Follow me."
Dimitri showed her to the room she would be staying at. She was too tired to ask where he would be sleeping at.
She started to walk towards the bed, but it seemed to be too far away. As she took one step her knees buckled.
"Careful."
Dimitri put his arms around her, almost gasping at the odd, tingling sensation of feeling the baby move against him.
"I'm sorry. It's been a long day and I pushed it further than I should have," she whispered.
"I'll be okay after a long, needed, nap..." her words trailed off as Dimitri picked her up in his arms.
She didn't protest, she was too tired.
At that moment Rose seemed, so soft, so delicate, that he imagined her dissolving in his arms.
He carried her to the bed and set her down, carefully.
"I weigh a ton don't I?" she asked.
He chuckled.
"That's what I thought too, but you don't."
She laughed too, "Aren't you just a charmer."
"Well I've never flirted with a pregnant woman."
She smiled an turned her body around.
He was leaving when he barely heard the words leave her mouth.
"Thank you."