So, there's only one more chapter to go... I promise to make it extra long though :)
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Rose woke up to a blinding light, for a moment she thought she was dead. Until she saw the angelic face of Dimitri Belikov. He let out a breath when she opened her eyes. It'd been a whole month! Rose had been in a comma for that long, it had seemed her brain had frozen. She wasn't reacting at all, not until today.
She smiled lightly at him, not really knowing what to say or do. She'd run away from him, should she apologize? Almost as if reading her mind, he spoke.
"You don't need to apologize, I understand."
She looked him, did he though? Did he understand she didn't want her baby taken away from her? That his family could take the baby away? It didn't seem like it.
She looked down at her swollen stomach, the baby was still there.
"Baby's fine, and I won't tell them, I promise," he told her soothingly. And she believed him, despite what her mind and body were telling her, she believed him, and hoped she was doing the right thing.
She looked around, for the first time realizing her surroundings. It was a white room, noises all around... She was in a hospital. The place she hated the most.
"How'd we get here?" she asked him.
"When I found you..." his voice broke a bit, remembering how he'd found her, pale, barely breathing, and half dead. Rose felt bad for what she'd put him through.
He cleared his throat and continued.
"When I found you, the blizzard kind of just stopped. I managed to drive up here."
The blizzard had just stopped, as if by miracle, and on later years, that day was remembered as a miracle.
"i didn't know you were having a boy," he said lightly. This brought a smile to her face.
"I am," she spoke proudly.
"Any names yet?" he asked her, at this she faltered a bit, looking away. She doesn't remember making this decision, but it was on her mind now.
"Ivan Adrian," he almost didn't hear her. Almost.
But he had.
Then, he remembered speaking to her about Ivan, even about Adrian, while she was asleep. he'd told her he would one day, if he ever had a son, name him Ivan.
She'd chosen Adrian, because despite everything she cared about him, and now deep down she knew he had too.
"Wow," he breathed out.
"If that's fine with you, of course," she spoke rapidly.
"Uh, no yeah. It's fine," he convinced her. After a few moments of silence she asked him a question.
"When can I leave?" he laughed a little, for the first time.
His laugh was soft like velvet, it was honey to her ears, wrapping her body around it, tingling her stomach, making her heart leap.
She too, was in love with Dimitri.
But it was something she didn't want to admit, she was afraid of being in love.