RPOV (two more months later)

I'm four months pregnant, according to the doctors. I've completely lost track of time. And the doctors said that I won't be able to find the gender of the twins for a few more weeks. Dimitri's been on my mind the entire time. I've seen him around school, he looks miserable. Terrible. It's saddening. Whenever he sees me, I can see the desperation and heartbreak in his eyes. He just wants to be there for me, for our babies. But he doesn't know that I'm actually having twins, he thinks I'm having one baby. I still needed a little time away from him, but I could tell that he wanted to be with me. Now more than ever.

I haven't spoken a word to him, I still don't go over to his house, and I cut off any contacts to him. It may sound childish and mean, but he needs to know that he hurt me. I know he's in some deep pain himself, but I'm still trying to get over the pain he caused me. Pain like that doesn't come and go like that. I'm sure Dimitri told his mom of the pregnancy, and I'm sure she doesn't want him around me anymore. From what I could tell, Dimitri's mom can barely pay the hospital bills from Dimitri's sick sister. There's nothing I hate more than ruining someone else's life. And I'm 100% sure that's how Dimitri's life is, ruined. He had so much going for him, then I got pregnant.


DPOV

I haven't told Mama about Roza's pregnancy. I know she wouldn't take it well, so why bother? Roza doesn't want me in her life, she doesn't want me in the baby's life. I can't believe this. But I won't give up. I'll keep trying, for Roza and our baby.


RPOV

I had, once again, walked myself to school. My parents found out about the pregnancy, they were pissed, but didn't really do anything more than yell and scream at me for fifteen minutes. No groundings, no wanting to meet Dimitri. Neither of them cared. So, I decided, I'd move in with Lissa and her family. Lissa's family treats me better than my own, and at lease they don't mind the fact that I'm seventeen and pregnant.

When I got to school, I saw Dimitri standing in his usual spot. When he saw me, he rushed over.

"Hi, Roza," he said gently. I didn't answer. "I-I'm sorry about everything, really I am. I didn't mean to hurt you or the baby." I didn't say anything. I wanted to throw myself at him, tell him I forgave him and how desperate I was for everything to go back to normal. "I want to be with you, Roza. You and the baby. Can you please forgive me?" I made the mistake of looking at him, and the look on his face made my heart break. He had dark circles under his eyes, he seemed paler, his hair looked messy and unkempt. My pregnancy hormones mixed up with my natural hormones and I couldn't stop the tears from swelling in my eyes. My bottom lip quivered and a strangled hiccup sound escaped my mouth.

"Why did you do that?" I said shakily. "I really wanted you to support me but you left to 'think.'" A few tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Oh, Roza," he whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, I was surrounded by his warmth and his scent. I missed all of it. His beautifully sculpted muscles, the strong beat of his heart, the beautiful sound of his deep voice. "I'm so sorry, my Roza. I'll never hurt you again."

"Promise?" I mumbled into his T-shirt.

"I promise," he whispered, his voice right by my ear. Dimitri's embrace was so comforting. I felt whole again. But, unfortunately, I was the one who pulled back, just a little. Dimitri's deep brown eyes looked at me curiously. "What's wrong?"

"I've got something to tell you," I said slowly. "about the. . . .baby."

Dimitri's brow went up. "What about the baby?"

"We're having twins."