Disclaimer: If I was making money off of this, I would get out of the bipolar weather in Wisconsin and do some traveling. Obviously, since I'm stuck in Wisconsin, I am not making any money off of this. Therefore I do not own Anastasia.

All Men Are Babies-

Chapter 11: Princess

Anya and Dimitri walked home that night. The night air was warm and comfortable; Anya was content to have Dimitri's arm around her as they walked down the quiet streets of Paris together. The full moon illuminated the street, lighting their way. Dimitri's arm was comfortably placed around Anya's waist and she rested her head on his shoulder as they walked. Pooka pranced along behind them. It was the perfect night to just forget about every fear and worry and just enjoy the present time.

However, Dimitri couldn't find himself enjoying the night with his beautiful wife in his arms. His current thoughts would not release their hold and allow him to enjoy himself at the moment. That stupid ball, the stupid cook, the princess Anastasia, were all keeping Dimitri from enjoying Anya's company tonight. It wasn't fair to him that his thoughts wouldn't let him relax and enjoy his time tonight.

It wasn't fair to Anya either. She deserved to have her husband focused one hundred percent on her and dote affectionately. Although Dimitri wanted to, he couldn't. Many times he came home grouchy after fighting with the cook, who still saw him as the mischievous, trouble-maker he was ten years ago. That wasn't fair to Anya who only gets to see him in the mornings and evenings. Being mad at the Princess Anastasia was also wrong-in a way it was being mad at Anya. She couldn't control The Dowager Empress or Sophie wanting the princess for social events.

"When is the ball?" Dimitri found himself asking Anya, even though he already knew the answer.

"A week," was Anya's straight forward answer.

"Oh."

Anya picked her head up off Dimitri's shoulder and stopped walking. "You don't want to go," she commented, looking at him with a soft gaze.

"I do," Dimitri replied looking back at her with his intense brown eyes and also stopped walking. "But it isn't my world."

"It's not mine either," she replied.

"Not your world?" he asked with a sarcastic laugh. "In case you've forgotten, you're a princess!"

Anya huffed and folded her arms against her chest. "Well maybe, I don't want to be a princess." Dimitri opened his mouth to counter attack, but Anya cut him off. "Dimitri," she sighed, extending a hand out to stroke his cheek. Stroking his cheek, she softly said, "I don't want to fight with you."

Dimitri nodded touching the hand she had placed on his cheek. Looking again into her beautiful, captivating, Romanov blue eyes, the young man realized that he wasn't being fair to her at all. He didn't enjoy the times they were together, but then he noticed, that he didn't try to enjoy them either. I need to fix that,Dimitri said to himself.

"So you don't like your job?" Anya asked. Of course it was obvious he didn't, he came home in a bad mood almost everyday.

"The cook thinks I'm the same mischievous, trouble-maker I was ten years ago," he replied.

Anya smiled and looked up at him. Smirking, she asked, "want me to throw him in the brook again?"

Dimitri laughed as he exclaimed, "be my guest!"

Anya joined him in laughing and wrapped her arms around his torso. Placing a hand on her lower back, Dimitri kissed her head before they started walking again in silence with happy and content smiles on their faces.

When they were less than a block away from their townhouse, Dimitri stopped walking again. With loving, smiling, brown eyes, he asked, "May I have this dance, Princess?"

Anya laughed but wouldn't take the hand he held out to her. "But there isn't any music!" she exclaimed.

He shrugged. "So?" Dimitri asked her. "There wasn't any music when we waltzed on Tasha, except for Vlad singing, but you can hardly call that music. And there wasn't any music the second time we danced, the night we eloped-"

Anya took his hand as she said, "of course I'll dance with you,Kitchen Boy." Dimitri pulled her body close to his and placed his other hand on her petite waist. With her hand as light as a feather on his shoulder, Dimitri led her in a waltz on the streets of Paris. "Can I ask something of you, Dimitri?" she asked him as they danced.

"Anything, Princess," he answered.

"Don't ever call me, Princess again!"

"Of course, Princess," Dimitri smirked as he twirled her around.

Rolling her eyes, she removed her hand from his shoulder and her other from his grasp and replaced them on either side of his jaw and kissed him. Dimitri stopped the dance and just stood there in the middle of the street, kissing her.

Alright, it's time for a Universal AWE! AWE! Okay, this the end of chapter 11 and the final chapter until the drama begins. Exciting, isn't it? For chapter 12, we will go back and see what Zachariah is up to. Please review. The faster I get a review, the faster we can get to the drama.