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Oh shit. I couldn't do this! I stood up, almost knocking my chair over.

"I'll, uh…" I darted off.

I walked out of the restaurant, and kicked off my heels as I ran. My house was thirty-seven miles away from where we were. I kept running, and running, and running.

Finally, I was home. My lungs were aching for oxygen, and my legs were screaming at me to stop. I grabbed the spare key from the garden, and walked into the house. I walked to the bathroom, and threw up everything in my stomach.

I cried, and cried.

Sometime later, the door opened.

"Rose? Rose!" Lissa was shouting. She found me on the bathroom floor, sobbing.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

I nodded. "The kids?" I rasped.

"Adrian's putting them to bed. I'm sorry, Rose. I am," she told me. She helped me to my bed. "I'll be back in the morning, okay? Will you be okay?"

I nodded.

Adrian came in and held me.

"We have to stop pretending, Adrian. We can't pretend forever," I sobbed.

"For you, little Dhampir, anything. I could pretend forever, for you. If it made you happy," he cradled me to his chest.

"That's not fair to you. I have to tell him, Adrian," I cried.

"I'm here. I support you."

I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up in Adrian's arms. He was awake.

"Did I wake you?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No. I'm fine," I said. I got up to shower.

I didn't want to face the world.

Today wouldn't be the day I told him. I would put it off for a while.

I showered and changed. The kids were up.

"Are you okay mommy? You just left last night," Ange said.

I smiled a big, fake smile. "Mommy's fine. She just went for a run."

"Oh. Okay," Ange frowned.

"Mommy, good morning!" Kassi shouted.

"Mommy!" Mase cried.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Mike asked.

"Mommy is fine," I told them firmly. "She just needed a run last night."

I hated talking about myself in third person.

I got them ready to go, and took them to the court nursery. They went there every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday.

It was Sunday.

I dropped them off and went back to the house.

"Are you okay, Rose, really?" Adrian asked, handing me a plate of eggs, sausage, pancakes, and toast.

"No. I'm not telling him today, just so you know. Not for a while. A week or two."

"Okay, Rose."

I thought back to my pregnancy. To the past four years. He had moved in to help, with the pregnancy, the kids. Cooked me breakfast, held my hair during morning sickness, held my hand during doctor's appointments. Been at the birth. Everything, he had done everything. And Dimitri hadn't. What right did he have?

None.

No, I owed him nothing. My kids? I owed them everything, and they deserved to have a father. Their real father.

I knew I would keep putting this off. I knew it.

I could barely breathe.
What if I told him, and he walked away again? I would be broken, and I wouldn't be able to be put back together.

I had to do this, soon. For my kids.
"Rose?" Adrian asked. "You're a million miles away."

"Sorry," I shook my head.

"Rose!" Lissa shouted, entering the house. She never knocked.

"Kitchen!" I shouted back.

She walked into the kitchen and hugged me. "How are you?"

"Fine."

"Okay. Whatever you say."

"Yes. Whatever I say."

"Hey, I have your shoes," she dangled my heels from her fingertips. "They were outside of the restaurant, so I grabbed them."

"Thanks, Liss," I hugged her.
"You're going to tell him, aren't you?" she asked.

"Sometime soon. It'll be horrible, but I'll deal," I told her truthfully. "I'll be fine. You know me."

Lissa gave me a smile. "I'm here for you, Rose. We all are."

Adrian had made himself scarce.

"I know. And I'm thankful for that, I just don't think I want to make you guys pick up the pieces," I said.

She nodded. "We'll do it. Gladly. Well, not gladly, we hate seeing you hurt, but you get it."

I smiled. "Yeah, I do. I've got to do something. Later?"

"Of course."

And so I stood up, and walked to find Dimitri.

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