RPOV

I don't know how long I was under, but when I woke, I was in an ambulance. The pain was still strong, but dulled a little by medicine, I think. There were a few paramedics sitting beside me, saying things I couldn't quite understand. My mind wouldn't work. My mouth was horribly dry. All I remember was being shoved by Tasha, then a horrendous pain.

I passed out again.

When I woke again, I was in a hospital. All these needles had been poked into my arms. If there's one thing anyone should know, it's that I am scared to death of needles, same goes for blood. But at that moment, I didn't give a shit. The only thing - the only coherent thing - I could think up was if the boys were okay. I wasn't feeling any pain, and it had to be that the hospital was giving me some pain medicine. But would all that pain medicine cause something bad to the boys?

The constant beeping of the heart monitor told me I was okay. If I wasn't on this pain medicine, my body would probably feel like shit. I just wanted to know how my boys were. I wanted Dimitri. My eyes watered. Dimitri. He probably had no idea what happened. I don't know if anyone called him. I heard a noise, and someone's voice. It was a man's. I didn't recognize the voice. I couldn't lift my head; it felt like my head was filled with a ton of bricks.

"Miss Hathaway?" the voice mumbled. It sounded so far away. "Miss Hathaway?" I looked up and saw a man standing beside my bed. He was dressed like a doctor. He probably is the doctor. He inspected me and asked me questions. My brain wasn't functioning properly, so it'd take a while for me to answer.

"Are my babies okay?" My voice sounded slurred.

I could see the doctor's hesitation. My heart dropped. If I miscarried. . . .If that Tasha bitch did anything to hurt or kill my babies I will kill her with my own hands.

"The heartbeat of your babies is very weak," the doctor said. "It seemed like the damage to your stomach affected them very badly." I felt tears rolling down my cheek. How could this happen? This couldn't happen. Not now. Not ever.

"Can I call my boyfriend?" I asked, my voice a scratchy whisper. "I need to call my boyfriend." The doctor said I'd be able to call Dimitri soon, but not now. If I wasn't under the medicine, or so out of it, I would've given the doctor hell for denying me a chance to call Dimitri. But I wasn't up for an argument. I couldn't. I drifted off into a sleep, dreaming Dimitri was beside me, comforting me and holding me and making me feel better. Sleeping, and silently crying as well.

When I woke up, a nurse was standing beside my bed, checking a sac of fluid. My throat was dry and scratchy.

"Can I have a glass of water?" I asked hoarsly. The nurse went and got me some water. I sipped it. "What's going to happen?"

The nurse looked at me, she had a bit of a sad look to her face. "The doctor ordered an emergency c-section for the babies. He said they probably can't last in your belly anymore."

My heart sunk. "If he wants the c-section, then I should call my boyfriend. He has to be here."

"The father?" the nurse asked. I nodded. "I don't know, sweetie."

"Please." My eyes filled with tears. "I can't go through with this without him. He has to be here. If I can't call him can't you?"

The nurse's eyes filled with sympathy and guilt. She said she'd call Dimitri; I gave her Dimitri's phone number and she left. I couldn't believe this. I imagined a much better c-section. I hadn't at all imagined my babies being born under these circumstances. No baby should be born this way. The nurse returned after a few minutes and said that Dimitri will be on his way.

"Thank you," I said.

"No problem, sweetie." The nurse smiled. "My name is Alberta, by the way. If you need any help, or just want to talk, let me know."

I nodded. "Thank you, Alberta."

She gave me a quick nod and left.


DPOV

I was just leaving the hospital. I couldn't go to school 'cause Mama needed me. Viktoria's condition wasn't getting any better. I was scared to death of loosing her. The hospital is really far from my home, so I needed to take a freeway from my home to the hospital.

I had my radio on my favorite station, a 1980s station. I don't know why I listen to that kind of music, it's just catchy. I felt my cell phone go off in my pocket, and it startled me. I picked up and put it on speaker.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi, are you Rosemarie's boyfriend?" a woman asked.

I frowned. "Who is this?"

"Alberta Petrov from the hospital," she - Alberta - said. "I'm a nurse and your girlfriend, Rosemarie, asked me to call you.

"What's wrong with Rose?" I asked, my heart sped up.

"Rosema- Rose had an accident. She fell on her stomach and there's a possibility her babies are injured." My heart sank. Accident? What did she mean accident? How could Roza fall on her stomach? I gulped. "Sir? Are you still there?"

"Yes," I said weakly.

"The doctor is going to do an emergency c-section on Rose soon," Alberta said. "I'm only making a suggestion, but you'd better come quick. Rose said she needs you."

I sped down the first exit I saw. I thanked Alberta and drove back to the entrance of another freeway; one that led to the hospital. How could this happen? If the boys were hurt in any way, if they died, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. I should've been there for her. But how did she fall on her stomach? I know Roza said her feet have been killing her, but she's been trying her best to go to school and get as much work done as she can. Roza wouldn't fall accidentally on her stomach, not if she lost her balance or something. I had a deep suspicion of who did it, though.

But my suspicions won't make Roza feel better.


RPOV

It's been about a half hour since Alberta called Dimitri and he still hasn't arrived. The doctor told me that my c-section will be in less than five minutes, and I was beginning to lose hope on Dimitri showing up. The doctor had told me that I actually hurt more than the boys. From what the doctor could see, I sprained an ankle and pulled a few muscles in my foot area. I guess I was in so much pain from hitting my stomach I hadn't realized it.

Eventually the doctor came back and started prepping me for the c-section. I had already been dressed in the hideous hospital gown, but they needed to do some other preperations, too. I was about to be wheeled - the doctors and nurses were wheeling the hospital bed to the operating room - to the operating room when I saw someone dash from the corner of my eye. I turned my head slightly, wincing at the soreness of my neck, and saw Dimitri standing there, out of breath. His eyes were wide and tear-filled. He ran up to me and knelt down, grabbing my hands and kissing the knuckles and my fingers and my palms. He kept saying something in Russian but I couldn't understand what he was saying, he was talking so fast. One of the nurses pulled him away and started talking to him. Dimtri kept shooting looks my way, those beautiful brown eyes clouded with worry. Dimitri went into one of the rooms and the nurse came back.

"Don't worry, sweetie." It wasn't Alberta, I knew that. But the nurse was just as motherly like. Yeah, I thought of Alberta as motherly. "Your young man will be here shortly." I nodded. The doctors and nurses continued wheeling my the operating room, and I was scared shitless. I couldn't handle being operated on. Especially if I were awake. But the nurse said Dimitri would be there. At least I knew he'd be there.

When I was wheeled into the operating room, the doctors gave me some medicine to numb my lower half. When I couldn't feel my legs, I freaked out. I didn't like the idea of having to be numbed, but the doctors said it'd be even worse if I felt the entire operation. Couldn't argue with that. Dimitri came in right as the doctors were, I guess, starting the opertion. I couldn't feel a thing, just a bit of pressure. Dimitri was whispering sweet things to me in English and Russian. He peppered my face with kisses - my cheeks and nose and lips and eyes. I heard one of the doctors call out that they were about to take one of the boys out, and I should be prepared to feel a lot of pressure. And it was the most uncomfortable feeling ever. Dimitri continued distracting me with his comforting words. Tears were rolling down both our faces. I pictured this day being happier. But we were both terrified. 99% of it being that the boys could be critically injured from my fall, 1% of it, I think, would be teen parenthood.

I heard a cry, but a really weak one. The doctors wouldn't let me see him. They cleaned him up and wheeled him away to check for damage. Once they got my second boy out, his cry weaker than his brothers', I felt my heart sink. Nine months of carrying those precious humans in me, and they might die because of one psycho bitch. My bottom lip trembled. I was already crying a river, but now I felt like I was crying a waterfall. Dimitri leaned his forehead against mine, his warm tears mixing with mine. The doctors said they were sewing my up, but I didn't pay them any attention. I just wanted to know if my boys were okay.

When the doctors wheeled me into intensive care, I was physically and emotionally numb. I had cried so much that I felt like I ran out of tears. Dimitri sat beside me, his eyes red and puffy. He had called his family and, from what he said, were on their way immediately. None of the doctors that took the boys away said whether or not the boys were okay. Worry and guilt knawed at me. I was so close to motherhood, and the first thing I do is possibly ruin the chances of my boys living.

An hour after the operation, Dimitri's family came. His sisters included. Olena kept telling me that the boys were okay, there was nothing to worry about. Karolina said that the boys will be a perfect bill of health. Sonya didn't say much, only comforted me with some pats on my hands and sympathetic looks. I didn't bother asking for someone to call my parents. I knew they didn't care about their grandsons, so why waste the time to ask them to show.

About two hours after the operation, a doctor came in. I think he was one of the doctors who operated on me. I didn't pay much attention. He introduced himself; he was Dr. Tanner. He said he was helping the boys. He said that there was some damage to their lungs, so they needed assistance to breathe. There were big bruises on almost everywhere on them. Dr. Tanner said one of the boys may need laser surgery because there was some damage to his eyes. But, other than that, there wasn't any fatal damage to them.

I was both releaved and guilt-stricken. I cried and cried and cried and cried. Dimitri's mom and sisters cried. Dimitri cried.

We were happy that the boys were okay.

But we were sad that this happened to them.

Veli Garviil Belikov and Bener Andrey Belikov were going to be okay.


DPOV

It was well past midnight and I could not sleep. I was worried sick about Veli and Bener. Why wouldn't I? Roza had fallen asleep. She looked exhausted. Exhausted and weak. Something I rarely see with her. She's normally so strong and fearless and courageous. I wanted to ask her how she fell, how all of this started, but I wouldn't ask this moment. I'd ask her in the morning, when she's rested and ready.

THE next MORNING

It was around one o'clock in the afternoon, and Roza had just woken up. I only got a couple hours of sleep. I was worried sick of my sons.

"Good morning, Roza," I yawned. I rubbed my eyes. Roza gave me a small smile and muttered a good morning. My family had gone home to get Roza and I some clothes, and clothes for Veli and Bener. I gently brushed hair from Roza's face, dark circles were forming under her eyes. I kissed her forehead softly. "You don't know how worried I was," I whispered. I kissed the tip of her nose. "How terrified I was." I kissed her cheek. I looked at her. "What happened, Roza?"

Roza's expression changed. She looked angered. Roza explained everything.

My suspicouns were right.

I am going to kill Tasha.


QUICKY A/N: SORRY FOR THE "PAUSE" IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STORY. BUT HERE'S THE REST OF THE STORY, HOPE IT'S GOOD. AND I'D LIKE THE THANK "GLIESEHONEYMAN" FOR THE NAME SUGGESTIONS FOR ROSE&DIMITRI'S BOYS. AND I'D LIKE TO THANK ANY OTHER REVIEWERS WHO GAVE NAME SUGGESTIONS.

I'D ALSO LIKE TO SAY THAT IF ANYONE WANTS TO DO THEIR OWN LITTLE LEMON OUTTAKE OF THIS STORY THEY CAN. I'M NOT PICKING ANY OF THE REVIEWERS OF THIS STORY TO DO IT. ANYONE WHO WANTS TO CAN.

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH THIS CH. THANKS FOR BEING PATIENT.

YOURS TRULY,

~SMITHY