Life is sick, twisted, tormenting...

I finally had my Roza. I held her in my arms, I could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo surrounding me, drowning me in everything that was and is purely my Roza. I held her as though she was my life line, as though nothing could tear me away again...

How cruel.

I just get back to her, I get back to my son,... but hes hanging by a thread, they havent even figured out whats wrong with him.

They said he died. He actually died. His heart stopped beating for two unbareably long minutes...

But he must be a fighter like his mother... because he came back.

"Baby, please open your eyes." Roza begged from beside his bed, his little hand clutched in hers as though he was keeping her from falling to pieces. And in truth he probably was.
I have never seen her so broken, so filled with pain as when she thought he was dead. She went hysterical, screaming his name and collapsing in my arms.
I never wanted to see her in that sort of pain ever again.

But what could I do?

I sat in the corner of the room, my head in my hands, mind blank, watching as Roza stroked Mases forehead and whispered to him. I had been going over everything in my head for the last hour. Trying to convince myself that he would be alright, that he would wake up and everything would be fine... But the doctors couldnt tell us anything, as far as they could find there was nothing really wrong with him. The only abnormality was that he seemed to have a few extra Moroi and Dhampir DNA strands than normal... but they think thats only because his parents are both dhampirs, something thats supposed to be genetically impossible... but it shouldnt affect his health like this...

My gaze focused compltely back on the scene infront of me when I thought I saw a flicker of movement...
I lifted my head and watched, there it was again...

Mase was moving his hand!
I stood up and strode over to the other side of the bed. "Roza, look..." I murmured as I watched his hand again.

"Thats it baby, now open your eyes..." She gently coaxed him, holding his hand in hers and squeezing it gently.

I held my breath for a moment, watching as his long black eyelashes fluttered and then opened.
"Mummy..." He smiled up at her, it was weak but it was still a smile.

The breath I was holding came out in a hiss of reflief. He was awake. My son was awake. I couldnt stop the gigantic smile on my own face as I watched Roza wrap her arms around him and hug him fiercely.

Then his soft brown eyes fell on me and widened.

"is...are..." Roza pulled back so they were both looking at me now."... daddy?" He whispered.