There was a review that made me smile. The baby is coming into play. Just give me time to get him/her there. I promise, I'd never forget that. It is, after all, the crucial part of this story. :D
Happy Thanksgiving!! Hope it was a good one. Review, and I'll be EXTRA thankful for them.
Disclaimer: The baby belongs to me. Rose and Dimitri? Not so much.
It wasn't long before the answer to our question became glaringly obvious. I was pregnant with Dimitri's child. I nearly squealed when I figured it out, but before long, I sobered up. Dimitri had only agreed to stick around until he knew. Now that we knew, would he leave?
"Rose, you know now. I know now. And you know what you have to do," he said solemnly.
"No. The baby needs a father, Dimitri. You and I know that more than anyone." Dimitri cringed at the mention of his abusive father. I didn't even know who my father was. I couldn't do that to this baby.
"The baby does not need a monster for a father, Roza. You realize that, don't you?" His eyes were wide, pleading. I had learned to expect the red ones rather than his previous brown ones.
"You're not a monster, Dimitri. You are completely lucid. You don't try to kill people. Stop thinking that about yourself."
"Our child does not need to wonder why you disappear every few days." I loved the way he said 'our child'. Whether he knew it came out of his mouth or not, it did, and that made me extremely happy.
"And our child needs to have his or her father around," I argued.
Dimitri sighed, cracking his knuckles. It was a nervous habit of his. I waited for his explanation since I knew there was one coming. After one more sigh, he finally whispered, "I don't want it to know me, Rose."
Besides the fact that he wanted to leave me and his child, he just called our baby an 'it'. Oh, he was in deep trouble.
"What did you just call our baby?" I growled, taking a step toward him.
"Rose, you know I didn't mean it like that. It's just easier to say 'it' than 'he or she' or 'his or her' all the time."
I sighed. "Just call him or her Z, okay?" That way, we knew we were talking about the baby without confusing pronouns.
Dimitri smiled. "Z doesn't need to know me, Rose. I'm a monster, a killer. I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt our baby." His fingers tenderly grazed my stomach.
"You wouldn't," I whispered, grabbing his hand. "You wouldn't, Dimitri. I know you."
"I could, Rose, and that's what kills me," he breathed, anguished. "I don't want to. But I might. And I cannot put you and the baby at risk like that."
"Please stay," I whispered. He couldn't leave us. Not like this. He had to stay. He had to. For me. For the baby. For the family we had accidentally created.
"I can't," he whimpered, burying his face in his hands. "I don't want to, but I have to keep you and Z safe."
"Stay," I whispered. "For me. For the baby. Please, Dimitri, I'm begging you."
He sighed. "I can't refuse you. But one mistake, and I'm gone. Hurting either of you is unacceptable. I love you and the baby so much," he whispered, wrapping me in a comforting hug.
"I love you, too," I replied. Hopefully, he'd stick around for a long time. He was all I had in this world besides the backpack I had packed. True, I could always go back to the Academy, but really, that wasn't very smart at all.
Dimitri would be hunted and staked if I went back. That option was definitely out. Even if he left, there was always the chance that he could come back to us. If he was staked, that was impossible.
I just needed some time to convince Dimitri to stay for a long, long time. But I wondered if I would have enough time with him to convince him of that fact.
What did you think? I know, again, it was a filler, sorta. But one thing about this story - it's major fluff. I can't do anything bad to Rose and Dimitri. So if you're expecting some random person to kill Rose and the baby survives or something, it's not happening.
Review, and I'll be extra thankful since it's Thanksgiving.
- J.C.
