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Libby was a complete angel. Although she was in a new surrounding, she slept through the whole night, minus one little cry in the night, and that was only because she was hungry. Thankfully Dimitri, being the amazing man that he undoubtedly is, got up and dealt with her. He already doted on her hand and foot and getting up in the night to be with her was no exception. Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter, but I love her more when I can play with her in the day, instead of having to be awoken from my much needed sleep.

Lissa had left us alone yesterday, she knew we needed time to settle in and get used to having our daughter back with us, in our own home, so she stayed out the picture, and through the bond, I could tell that that time in which she was not seeing the new member to our family, was like torture to her. She had been as excited as us about getting Libby and for her to contain her eagerness to see the baby was huge and we knew it would have taken a lot for her to do.

We're on our way over. She sent through the bond, the excitement pouring through her and into me.

Dimitri, Libby and I were seated comfortably at the breakfast table, enjoying our first family breakfast in our own home. Dimitri was watching me with loving eyes as I fed our daughter her morning formula. She guzzled it down like she had never been fed before which made me worry that we were underfeeding her.

'Do you think we're not feeding her enough?' I held up the empty bottle to show him. 'She downed that as fast as an alcoholic would a bottle of scotch.'

Dimitri chuckled and took the bottle from me, placing it on the kitchen counter ready for it to be washed. 'Rose, believe me, if she wasn't getting enough food, she would be letting us know about it.'

I bit my lip anxiously, knowing that what Dimitri was telling me was true, but still worrying that maybe I was doing something wrong. 'Maybe we should increase the amount we give her slightly; I don't want her to starve or anything.'

'Relax.' He said, coming over to me and taking Libby out of my arms. He held her in front of me. 'Look, she's already putting on weight, and how long have we had her. She is perfectly fine. You don't want our daughter to grow up being the fat kid do you?' He chuckled, taking my serious worry as a joke.

Libby gurgled in unison with her father, looking every bit the little cutie she was, wearing a yellow baby grow and purple bib. They were both already siding against me, what luck do I have when she is older?

'If you say so.' I muttered, giving them both a kiss on the cheek. 'I'll clean up the dishes, you go get her dressed properly, Lissa is on her way and I don't want her first encounter with Libby to be when Libby isn't wearing her cutest baby outfit.'

'Any outfit in particular?' He asked mockingly. When I had been buying clothes for Libby he had always teased me saying she was a baby, not a doll, she didn't need quality fashion or anything. I knew she didn't, and I didn't buy her anything really fashionable, we would have plenty of time for that when she was older, but I did however want her to have clothing that matched and emphasized how adorable she really is.

'I trust your judgment, just stay away from the PJ's.'

He chuckled and wondered out of the room, leaving me with all chores to do. Last night we had set up the travel crib in our room and let Libby sleep in there with us. I didn't feel comfortable having her alone in her own room on her first night. I had tried putting her in there at first, but ended up tossing and turning, annoying Dimitri so much that he went and got her and set her in her travel crib.

After I had rinsed all the plates and loaded everything up in the dishwasher, I head a knock at the door and knew straight away who it had to be.

'Come on in, doors open.' I called, beckoning Lissa and Christian in.

Before I even got a hello, Lissa darted in the room surveying the area. 'Where is she?' She asked eagerly, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

'She's in her room with Dimitri, he's getting her dressed.' I smiled, loving the fact that I could now match Lissa and we could talk together about the goings on in our own little families. 'She's already a little daddy's girl.'

'Don't worry; I think all babies do that. When Rosie was a baby, she went through a stage of only wanting Christian; she wouldn't sleep unless she was with him. I ended up sleeping in the spare room through fear of rolling over her when she was asleep in our bed.' Lissa chuckled, relaying useful motherly advice to me.

'So I've probably got that to come have I?' I laughed, hoping that maybe Libby wouldn't be too excessive if that happened.

'Have you named her yet?' Christian asked, throwing himself down on the sofa and shoving his feet up on the coffee table, like he was at home instead of round someone else's house.

'Yes.'

'And...' Lissa probed.

'I'll tell you her name when Dimitri brings her out.'

And just as I said it, Dimitri wondered out of the bedroom, carrying a very pink looking baby. 'Pink, you put her in pink?' I asked levelly, eyeing up the girly colouring in distaste.

'You said I could dress her in anything I wanted, and I thought she could have a pink day. Anyway I thought it would appease Lissa if I dressed Libby in something she bought for her.' He defended.

'Libby, you called her Libby?' Lissa squeaked, shooting over to Dimitri to have a better look at the newest member to our family.

Dimitri slowly handed her over to Lissa with a proud smirk on his face. 'Lissa, Christian, I would like you to meet our daughter. This is Liberty Marie Belikov. Libby for short.'

'Libby Belikov.' Lissa cooed, gently rocking her from side to side. 'It's nice to meet you Libby. I'm your Aunt Lissa and that over there.' She turned Libby so she could see Christian. 'He's your uncle Christian.' Lissa looked up at me, her eyes huge with admiration. 'Rose, she is beautiful.' She chuckled and looked back down at the baby. 'She even looks like you two.'

Everyone in the room looked at her questioningly, and she looked up and smirked at all of us. 'I know it isn't possible, but she does in a way.'

Christian cracked his knuckles and sighed. 'Well I don't know about you, but I think the biggest shocker here is Rose. I never thought I'd see the day when Rose Hathaway would become a mother.'

I flipped him off but smiled internally at him referring to me as a mother. I too, never thought I would see the day when I would become a mother. I never thought kids would be on my cards, but I never thought marriage to Dimitri would be either. 'Christian, how long have I been married?' I asked, replaying what he had just said in my head.

'I don't know, shouldn't you know the answer to that.' I glared at him. 'A little over a year?' He guessed pretty accurately.

'Yeah, so why do you still refer to me as Rose Hathaway.' I smirked at Dimitri, still getting a thrill at saying my now name. 'I'm a Belikov now.'

'Yeah, I know, but you'll always be a Hathaway to me, Rose.'

I shook my head at his random statement, and returned my attention back to Lissa and my little girl. She was a natural with kids, much more of a natural than I was. When she had Rosie, she just seemed to click. She knew what had to be done and she didn't need to think about it. There were no worries along the way or anything like that, but with me and Libby, I was contently worrying that I was doing things wrong, or that I was hurting her, or not doing enough for her.

After a while longer Lissa went to sit with Christian and passed Libby over to him. Dimitri and I resumed seats at the breakfast table, which was situated in our living room.

Christian, not quite as sentimental as Lissa, wasn't as taken by Libby, but you could tell he had a soft spot for her like any good uncle would have.

'While we have got you both here, Rose and I have something we would like to discuss with the two of you.' Dimitri said, taking my hand and squeezing it under the table.

Both Christian and Lissa looked up and Lissa shot a look at me nervously. Immediately thoughts of me resigning from her guardianship were flashing through her mind and I shook my head at her reassuringly.

'Rose and I would like to ask you both something. Obviously Libby needs godparents, and we were wondering if you two would do the honours?' Dimitri asked, even though we both knew full well what the answer would be.

Lissa was trying to fight back a prominent smile, while Christian made it obvious that he was touched by our request. Since what had happened previously, with him being made strigoi and everything, people had avoided him even more than before, but with us asking this. It showed him that the people who loved him trusted him, and that was all that mattered to him.

'We would love to be Libby's godparents.' Christian smiled, lifting Libby higher and placing a soft kiss on her button nose. 'Do you hear that Libby? We're your godparents. That means when your mommy over there pisses you off, you come to us and we secretly bitch about her.' He chuckled.

'Language around the baby.' Lissa hissed, slapping him on the back of his head. 'You can't swear around Rosie and Eric and you can't swear around Libby either. You're such a bad influence.'

'Yeah Christian, if I can't swear around her.' I eyed Dimitri carefully, who was the one to make that rule. 'Then you definitely can't.' I remember the conversation Dimitri and I had had when I had accidentally said damn in front of her. He had had a few words to say about that. All I had said was damn, I could have said a hell of a lot worse, but he still laid into me. I argued that she didn't understand any of those words yet, and Dimitri's argument was that she had a brain like a sponge and would pick anything up. Obviously he won the argument and I was no longer to swear in my own home.

'Glad to see you have her on some sort of a leash Belikov.' Christian smirked, winking slightly at Dimitri.

I did not appreciated being metaphorically described as a dog and quietly growled in warning, although that just added fuel to the fire and Christian chuckled softly.

'If I were you Christian, I wouldn't ever put my daughter down, because when you do, you're going to seriously regret it.'

Christian's smirk died down and he averted his eyes form my glare. As soon as he put the baby down I was going to make him regret making that statement, or at least I'll make him think I am, I'm in too good of a mood to actually hurt him.

'You two, stop it, we have an infant present.' Lissa warned, darting her eyes down to Libby.

'Yeah,' Christian sighed, a look of disgust pulling down the corners of his mouth. 'An infant who needs changing.' He held Libby out towards Dimitri and me. 'Which one of you two are going to do the honours?'

'Rose.' Dimitri stated, releasing the hand of mine that he commandeered hold of earlier.

'Uh-uh. I did it last time, she's all yours now.'

'No, if I remember rightly, I changed her last time, this time is all yours.'

I back tracked, throwing my mind back a while ago and realised unfortunately that it was in fact Dimitri who had changed her last time. Oh well, you couldn't blame a girl for trying could you.

'Okay.' I sighed getting up. 'Give her here.'

I quickly threw Libby on the changing table and cleaned her up and changed her diaper. It was probably my least favourite job to do for her. I loved spending time with her, but changing her used diapers was not a pleasant thing to do, especially with the amount of food she eats... and I was thinking of increasing her diet? What was I thinking?

Once I returned to the other room, after deciding to leave Libby in her room for a mid-morning nap, all three people were engrossed in a conversation I had no idea the topic of. Dimitri, I could tell by the way he was sitting felt very passionate about the whole idea, and was nodding eagerly at Christian.

'What are you chatting about?' I asked, wrapping my arms around Dimitri's shoulders and leaning my full body into him.

'Christian wants us to join his defence classes.' Dimitri said excitedly, a light shining in his eyes so brightly, looking at him was like making direct eye contact with the sun.

'Not trying to burst your bubble Comrade, but I don't think we need lessons from moroi on how to fight do you?' I teased.

'He wants us to help instruct. He wants us to spar in front of them, like in our old training sessions.'

The thought of re-enacting the old days of Dimitri being my mentor, was more than an appealing thought, and I had no queries or qualms to agree.

'We haven't sparred in almost seven years.' I mused, placing my chin on his shoulder. 'I'd kick your ass now.'

'I don't doubt it.' He chuckled, then moving so fast that I wasn't even aware it was happening, he managed to somehow manoeuvre me so that I was now positioned on his lap, leaning into his shoulder.

'So are you two in?' Christian asked animatedly, practically bouncing on the sofa, unable to contain his excitement at the progression of his defence classes.

I smiled up at Dimitri who was nodding minutely at me. 'Yes.' He said. 'We're in.'

This year was going to be a very eventful year, I could already see it coming, and just thinking about fighting with Dimitri again, sent butterflies soaring through my stomach. It had been what felt like centuries since we had tested each other, and I couldn't wait to show him how much more improved I was now that I was older, wiser and much more experienced.