Dimitri - Present day
My hand trembled as I held the photo infront of me.
It was a photo of a small baby laying in Rozas arms, her hair was clinging to her forhead and her face looked worn out and tired but she had the biggest, warmest smile I have ever seen on her face. There was pride and love clearly written in her eyes. I saw the tear that was trailing down her left cheek, my thumb instantly moving over the spot as though I could wipe it away for her...
My heart clenched in pain as I realised that I should have been there, I should have been there to see the birth of my son, to comfort my Roza and to look on just as proudly as she was...
Then my eyes moved down to the bundle in her arms, wrapped in a pale blue blanket. There he was... my son...
His skin was a slight olive colour almost like Rozas but a shade lighter, he had a small hint of deep brown hair on the very top of his head and he was looking up at Roza. I could see his eyes, the soft shade of light brown already.
She was right, he looked perfect...
I flipped the photo over and my eyes welled up as I read the name scrawled in her messy handwriting...
'Mason Ivan Belikov Hathaway' - - "Mase."
I felt the tears fall, leaving a salty wet trail down my cheek but I couldnt find it in me to wipe them away...
What have I done?