HEY!
Thanks for reviewing =P
I decided that two was enough, and figured I should put up a chapter with the baby!
Since this was an anonymous review, I'll reply this way.
Dear (written in digits with no spaces) zero zero . O O
Thanks for the um...insight!
Firstly, how do you expect people to improve if they don't get reviews?
Yes, I already knew how the hits work, but thanks for reminding me =P
I'll try to work on that.
Yes, it probably does suck, but that's your opinion.
And finally, people might take these reviews more seriously if you signed in.
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P.S I really mean it when I say thanks, now I know how to improve!
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Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owner, Richelle Mead. I own nothing - except this plot and Alexei
Chapter 5
ROPV
The first thing I was aware of was that I was now lying on a bed; the soft blankets hugging me, keeping me safe from the outside world.
I slowly opened my eyes, to reveal the familiar surrounding that was my bedroom.
Moving my arms, - careful not to tangle or pull on any cords that were stuck in them – I placed them over my belly.
I sat up in shock, - ignoring the dizziness that threatened to pull me back into the state of unconsciousness – looking down at my now childless stomach.
Suddenly the past events came back to me, and I yelled for Stephanie.
I head the sound of footsteps, and she walked through the door, carrying a two month old baby. – At least it looked that old.
It had the same familiar brown hair as its father, with my brown eyes.
My immediate reaction was to reach out and hold it.
Stephanie complied, handing me over the child. "It's a boy," she quickly said.
I rolled my eyes; of course it's a boy. Looking at it closely, you could see a few boyish features, even at this age.
I slowly rocked back and forth, while whispering nonsense words to him.
"How long was I out?" I asked in confusion.
"Two weeks,"
Ah, that'd be why he looks months old. It seems he still ages fast.
"It's slowing down," Stephanie said, noticing my concern, gradually. It should be back to normal in a few weeks," she added.
"How old is he…physically?" I braced myself – here it comes.
"One month," I stopped rocking, looking up at her in confusion. "He's tall for his age."
Of course! He's got a father who is 6 foot 8 or something.
"Does he have a name yet?" I wondered, unsure whether Dimitri had done the honors.
"No. Dimitri hasn't come in since he found out you were unconscious," she confirmed.
"Well then," I spoke to my child, "I guess I'll have to call you…" I tapped my chin, trying to think of a good name.
I watched my baby stare at me with a curiosity far greater than others his age.
His face was serious, like the mask Dimitri always wears.
I tried tickling him to get him to crack under pressure, and smile.
But just like his father, he didn't budge. Instead, he held my fingers tightly in his small hand. With a strength that obviously came from the strigoi in him, he pulled it away from his body, hold tight enough that I was starting to loose feeling in them.
He stared at me, waiting intently for his name.
Finally I gave up, "Fine! I'll call you…Alexei!"
With that, he let me go. Dropping his mask to reveal a mouthful of teeth, in a smile that would someday make teenage girls swoon.
Hmmm, teeth already? I'm concerned!
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