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All she knew was she had to get away, she'd told him everything, and now she was afraid she would be found by the Ivashkov's. She couldn't let that happen, not when she was so near labor.
She panted, falling to her knees on the white landscape. She looked around, hoping she would find something, someone. All she needed was a phone. A phone to call that man. It shamed her to have to ask him for help but she needed him. Surely, he would understand.
He had to.
She crawled around the snow, she was freezing. She couldn't feel her face anymore, that couldn't be good. She put a hand over her stomach, they had to survive.
She stuffed her face into the snow, bursting into tears.
What had she ever done wrong?
Why couldn't she be happy? Safe?... Loved?
A sob escaped from her once red lips, now they were blue, turning purple. If she died here then that would okay. She just hoped the baby made it safe and sound; and maybe he would have a long, happy, life. Something she didn't.
She took in on breath, and kept crawling. She was going to try. She wiped away her frozen tears with a shaking hand.
The baby was growing uncomfortable inside her, moving a lot, positioning himself, ready to come out, even if it wasn't his time.
An image of the cabin, the warmth it could offer, and Dimitri appeared on her mind. She took Dimitri out of her head.
But it was hard.
In the short time they lived together, she'd grown attached to him even if she didn't want to admit it.
It was stupid to come out in the middle of a blizzard but she had to get away. Snow was just a dangerous as fire.
She grabbed the strength to get up from the ground, and wobbling she kept on going, fighting to stay alive in this blizzard.
At one point she dropped to the floor, unable to continue, her last conscious thought being one name:
Dimitri.
He set out to look for her, the weather was bad, his truck wasn't working, and neither were the phone lines.
He went out, to look for her, prepared with blankets, sweaters, and warm water. She could get frostbite. The baby too. He wouldn't have that on his conscience.
He couldn't; he had enough with Ivan's death. He shook his head. He had to focus on the task ahead; finding Rose.
The cold wind hit him hard on the face, almost freezing him on the spot, but instead of stopping him, it only urged him to go faster. He walked against the wind, pushing his way through.
At first he thought it was too late, until he saw an odd shape slumped on the snow. It was her, it had to. He ran, and ran, to where she was.
He took her into his arms, checking her pulse.
She was alive. Safe. And the baby too, as far as he could tell.
That was all that mattered.
His heart un-clenched, his breathing becoming easier. His body filled with warmth and relief, and as a tear rolled down his cheek, he couldn't believe what he was thinking, but deep down it was true.
He'd fallen for the beauty in front of his eyes, with the long hair, pink lips, brown eyes...
He was in love with Rose.