Rose woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes, her mouth watering. She patted her stomach, "We're going to have one meal buddy," the only response she obtained was the movement of the baby.

She walked towards the smell of bacon and pancakes, following the trail. "Good morning," she said. Dimitri turned around giving his guest a small smile.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked her.

His body turned around, his back facing her. "Yes, thank you."

He turned around with a plate full of pancakes, setting it down on the table.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

She dug in, suppressing a moan.

"Like?"

She nodded, "We both do."

He chuckled, and Rose noticed it was sort of musical.A smile of her own spreading across her lips, lighting up her face.

To Dimitri she was beautiful, exquisite, but she was a secret, a mystery, that he hoped he could solve.

Whereas Rose didn't want him to know her secret.

Although she had to admit he felt attracted to him, but it wasn't the same attraction she held towards her husband.

She looked away then, at the thought of her husband, the father of her child.

"If you don't mind me asking, where's the father of your child? Or your family?" he asked. She turned to look at him, a sort of cold look on her eyes, "There's nobody."

Her tone and face made Dimitri want to ask more. He wanted to know more, to have a response from her.

She got up from the table, abruptly, "I'll be in the room."

She left him eating breakfast alone, missing her presence.

Rose sat down in the bed, deciding to take another nap.

"He's ours!" they screamed at her, holding out their arms for the baby.

"NO!" she creamed, afraid for her baby and herself.

"He belongs with us!" their faces yelled, pointing at her stomach.

"Rose, fight for our baby!" her husband yelled from the hospital bed. She hated him. This was his fault, if he hadn't...

NO! The baby was hers! And no kind of money would take it away from her. She was going to fight to death if necessary.

"Rose! Wake up!" Dimitri had come in to the room, to find her screaming and trashing. Her eyes snapped opened. She looked around the room, finally focusing on her stomach. The baby was there. They were safe.

But for how long?

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I'm in high school so I'll try to update as best as i can :)