Thank you so much for the reviews! I know my English isn't perfect – it has been a long time since I wrote in English, so my excuses for the bad grammar mistakes.

All I can reveal right now is that Rose won't take the easy road in this story. But that was pretty straightforward, thinking that Rose never does things easy ;)


Chapter 3

I just stared at the doctor.

When is the last time you've been with a Moroi?

In my memory, two green eyes looked at me with love, lust and passion. My hands through artfully messy hair, while other hands were fighting to get my jeans off.

My whole body had heated at the feel of his skin and the way his hands had slid over me. I could feel the burning need and desire and sensation and how I'd lost all thought, all reason.

I could feel the feelings that started that night of recklessness. Love fades.

Even after all this time, the words still stung. I'd felt so lost at that moment, that I searched for love in the arms of Adrian Ivashkov.

At that time, I didn't regret it. I really did love Adrian Ivashkov. He never gave me up. For him, I was his one true love. I knew that at the time and really believed that together, we had a future. Love grows.

That night, I was so sure that I did the right thing.

Oh my, I couldn't believe it. I could still hear Adrian say how small the odds were of anything bad happened. I had smiled and agreed with him, kissing him only more passionate, hungry for acceptation. My feelings were sweeping me away and all I could think of was leaving that feeling of betrayal and immense pain behind me.

It had worked. My feelings for Adrian were at that time so strong, that I even now didn't regret my decision. It was the right thing to do.

Until I saw Dimitri the next morning and the realization that he'd gave me up, strung me again.

"Rosemarie?" The doctor called my name.

"Late August," I answered, with a blank voice. "Late August, the night before I got accused of murder."

The doctor didn't say a thing, but I could do the counting. Right now it was begin October, so I was almost six weeks pregnant.

With mechanic movements I began to dress myself.

"Don't say this to another living soul," I said, while I put on back the chequered robe.

"Rosemarie," the doctor began.

"Don't." I looked at him with my coldest glare. "Don't you dare. Like you said, this is confidential information. You're bound by the law of confidentiality and damn right I will make sure you keep it."

The doctor nodded. "I see."

"I will come by next week. I need to think this through. When do all my options run out?" I asked, hoping he would understand what I meant.

"Till the third month."

I nodded, surprised with the thought I had another six weeks to make a decision. A decision that would change my life and world, but still. It was more than I hoped for.

"When do I start to show?" I asked. "Can I still do my training, my Guardian things? How long till I can't fit into my clothes?"

These were all practical questions. I need to make sure that my close circle – especially Dimitri – wouldn't suspect a thing till I figured out what I wanted.

Doctor Merovi answered my questions patiently. "You can still work out and do your job, but be careful during fighting. Women do protect their belly instinctively, but you never know with the opponent. You start to show between the fourth and fifth month. Normally dhampirs don't show that much of a belly. I don't know how it was with your mother, but I believe she kept working until her eight month. "

For the first time since I heard the news, I smiled a little.

"Good. Thank you, doctor. If Dimitri asks something, tell him that it was something from the stress of the shooting accident."

The doctor nodded, clearly obstinate. He didn't liked it that I already had a lie ready to use, let alone that I was willing to lie and considered to get rid of this child.

Who cares about his opinion? He just had to shut up till I've made a decision. And damn, I would make sure he would keep his mouth.

It wasn't his place to judge me about this. I'd had to think what I would do. What'll be my next move? That thought clearly made the doctor uncomfortable. Seeing this as a threat instead of a gift.

It even scared me. How could I be so coldhearted? I just learned I was pregnant, like, five minutes ago, and already I was planning my next move, planning how this wouldn't affect my professional career and image as a Royal Guardian.

God, I looked so like my mother Janine Hathaway. I was disgusted with myself, but I didn't have a choice. This was my life and I was not throwing that away for one night of dimness and regret. A night when I was not responsible for my feelings and actions.

"Goodnight, doctor."

"I will see you soon, Rosemarie. Goodnight."

With another glare I let myself out.

In the hallway, Dimitri was waiting for me.

"Roza, are you okay?"

"Fine," I snapped. I wasn't in the mood for lying. My lips trembled after I realized that I just growled at Dimitri and tears were welling up. Fucking hormones. With anger I recalled that I didn't asked when that would stop. God, I was hating this. I was crying like a crybaby. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

Thanks a lot for that, Ivashkov.

"Sorry, Dimitri. I didn't mean that. It's just..." I didn't know what to say.

Hey, I'm pregnant at the age of eighteen?

Hey, I'm carrying Adrian Ivashkovs's child?

Hey, guess who will be a daddy?

Oh God, what did I do? How stupid could I'd been? Gosh, I was way too young for this. I should have stopped. Why on Earth did I trusted Adrian Ivashkov that night? It was like calling the devil for an Holy cause. Adrian Ivashkov and responsibility? Yeah, right, good thinking Rose. Classy.

I should turn around and demand an abortion right away, without thinking. Just like that stupid reckless night when I wasn't thinking either. Just get it over with.

But I knew I couldn't do it. It wasn't fair. I couldn't be that kind of woman. I hated my mother for putting her career on the first line and damn, I would make this good. I would think this through. Now was the time for responsibility, the time to think this through. I had six weeks and I would use them well. No need for hasty decisions.

"What did the doctor say?" Dimitri asked, while he lead me towards my bedroom. Thank God we still had our separate apartments at court, although Dimitri spend more time in my bedroom than in his.

"Euh, just some affects from the shooting, I guess. I don't know, he explained but I just went blank there inside. It should be over within a week or so. And way too much eating."

Dimitri smiled and squeezed my hand while he lead me to my bead. "Nothing too bad than."

"No, nothing too bad," I murmured.

Oh, Comrade, you have no idea.


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