DPOV

The sound of my alarm startled me. I'd forgotten it was Monday. After stopping the annoying beeping, I got dressed and made a quick breakfast. Mama wasn't home, so I assumed she'd gone to work already. So I would have to walk. After breakfast, I walked to school and waited for Roza.


RPOV

I woke up a little earlier than usual. It wasn't because I wanted to wake up early, I mean, come on! I can't even get myself out of bed on the weekend. Why did I wake up earlier? My stomach was feeling a little queasy. I just went downstairs to get some water. My parents were still gone, so there wasn't anyone I could go to. After a couple minutes, the queasiness went away and I went to bed until my alarm woke me up. And when my alarm woke me, my stomach was queasy again, this time a little more intense than before.

After eating a light breakfast - which is weird, even for me - I walked to school. Dimitri was already there, waiting for me. He seemed really anxious. After hugging briefly and not a single good-morning kiss, I asked Dimitri what was wrong.

"What we did this weekend."

I gave him a confused look. "What about what we did?" I asked.

"We never used protection," Dimitri said, lowering his voice. "I-I just realized it." My eyes widened. I hadn't realized it until now. I was so. . . .Dimitri was so. . . .

I rubbed the back of my neck. My stomach tightened, almost nauseatingly so. My throat tightened.

"Do you think I could be pregnant?" I murmured. I looked up at him desperately. I don't think Dimitri's family would appreciate me having a baby at this moment. Dimitri's sister, the one in the hospital, hasn't been improving. From what I've heard, she's getting sicker. Dimitri's mom is trying her best to support Dimitri and take care of his little sister. I don't want to burdon her with the possiblity of a pregnancy.

Dimitri took my hands in his, thumbs rubbing the top of my hand. "I hope not," he said softly. "I mean, I-I don't mind having kids with you, b-but not right now."

I nodded. I stepped forward, his arms embracing me. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

"What if I am pregnant?" I murmured. I didn't dare look up at him. "Your mom would hate me, wouldn't she?"

"N-no," he stammered. "My mom can't hate anyone. She's not that kind of person, ya know?" I nodded, but I still couldn't shake the thought from my head. I decided that I'd wait a little bit then take a test. If it came out negative, then all is good. Right?

~Secret admirers~

a few weeks later

Dimitri and I haven't had sex since that night at his house. We're still together, our love still strong, but I've been feeling odd lately. I noticed my period was a few days off, and that scared the hell out of me. My parents had returned from their business trips, but, as usual, paid minimal attention to me. I went to a nearby pharmacy, bought a pregnancy test, and was able to take it without them even noticing.

The pregnancy test I bought took five minutes to get the results up. And those five minutes felt like five hours. After the time was up, I looked at the test and my heart stopped. I looked at the instructions on the box. It said one stripe meant I wouldn't be pregnant, two stripes meant I was pregnant.

And it's just my luck that I'd get two stripes.

I decided to wait and take two more tests, those came out positive. I drank a lot of water and took three more tests, those came out positive, too. I couldn't accept the fact that every test I took, until the very last one, was positive. I was pregnant.

Pregnant.

Knocked up.

A bun in my oven.

Concieving.

Whatever you want to call it. I was seventeen and pregnant. I broke down and cried. How would Dimitri take this? His family would hate me for sure. His mother treated me like her own daughter, his sisters tolerated me, from what I could tell, and now I'm pregnant. Pregnant. With Olena's seventeen year old son's kid. School doesn't end for another couple months, that means I'd be showing by the time school gets out. People would be calling me slut and whore and skank and every name in the book.

Oh God.


QUICKY A/N: OKAY, ROSE IS HAVING A BABY. SORRY IF IT WAS A LITTLE TOO QUICK TO DECIDE IF ROSE SHOULD OR SHOULD NOT BE PREGNANT. SO NOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT SHE IS HAVING A LITTLE ONE, HOW SHOULD SHE TELL OUR FAVE. RUSSIAN? HOW SHOULD HE HANDLE IT? REVIEWS PLEASE!

YOURS TRULY,

~SMITHY