Disclaimer: The characters used in this do not belong to me. They belong to 20th Century Fox. Therefore I do not own Anastasia. I just get to write fanfiction and pretend that Dimitri is my boyfriend.

All Men Are Babies-

Chapter 13: Hello, Princess

"Dimitri's just a big baby, isn't that right, Pooka?" Anya cooed to the little gray dog as she rubbed it's stomach. Yipping in agreement, Pooka rolled as his owner tickled him. Anya giggled at the little dog.

"Now what?" Dimitri huffed raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Anya stood from the comfortable day bed and strolled with a smirk over to an angry Dimitri. "Only babies complain about their jobs, Dimitri."

Dimitri rolled his eyes, of course he wasn't angry with Anya for calling him a baby-again. It was just their act. She would insult him and he would act angry with her. At the end the act always ended with his lips on hers. "You're nothing but trouble, Anya," he told her.

"But that's why you love me," Anya smirked in reply.

"Yeah, you're right," Dimitri whispered planting his lips gently on hers.

Even though she didn't want to pull away from love's embrace, Anya did. "You have to go to work, Dimitri," she whispered.

"I-"

"Dimitri." Any said sternly.

"Yes Anya," Dimitri rolled his eyes as his wife was acting like his boss. Ready to walk to his job in the heart of Paris, Dimitri gave Anya a quick kiss goodbye. "Love you."

Anya walked with him to the front door and watched Dimitri's retreating from until he was nothing but a tiny speck in the dust.

xXx

Zachariah Salazar was going to find the princess. Chances were she was living in that mansion with the Dowager Empress. However, Zachariah couldn't show up on the doorstep asking to see the princess Anastasia Nikolaevna. They wouldn't let him in, no matter what lie he told. An alternative of staking out for the princess would have to do. Staking out proved to be impossible, since the princess wouldn't go out in public without her body guards. Besides, Zachariah Salazar wasn't rich or dressed well enough to appear in places that a princess would occupy.

Therefore, this was not a good day for Zachariah. In order to find Anastasia, he mused he would just have to get lucky. That man she was with the night before was obviously a body guard. All day he had been watching around France for the princess, but no royalty ever showed up. So far, his revenge was turning out to be a flop. And Zachariah Salazar does not tolerate being made a fool.

Hearing someone whistling a tune nearby, Zachariah turned his head. There walking out of the back entrance of a kitchen was the man that he saw the princess with, her body guard. What did she say his name was again? Damon, Dominic, Devon, Dimitri- yes, that was it! Dimitri! But why would a princess' body guard work as a kitchen boy. He was obviously a kitchen boy, he was too young, to filthy, too something to be a cook. Unless, he was thinking of the wrong girl. Which he could be-no! That girl had to be the princess! They were identical!

Keeping a close and watchful eye on this Dimitri character, Zachariah began to follow him. Of course he was careful of being spotted. Zachariah Salazar knew the two ways of following someone. 1. They never notice you. 2. They only notice you. Zachariah was the kind of man to make sure they never noticed him. One way was not to keep dodging behind every tree. That does not keep someone hidden from sight. It just draws unwanted attention and suspicion. Zachariah didn't need unwanted attention or suspicion. No, this game of follow the leader was nothing like the games he used to play with Viktor when they were kids. When they would tramp through the snow, hiding behind trees not to be seen. Because if they were seen and caught, they would prisoner and slave to the other for the day. Of course, that was just a childhood game, and this was reality.

Unaware of being followed, Dimitri kept walking and whistling, while Zachariah followed not too close behind.

Dimitri walked along the cobblestone streets of Paris. He was leaving the heart of the city, that had the restaurants, hotels, shops, the famous icons and was heading towards the outer part of the city. Eventually, Dimitri stopped at a townhouse and walked on the walkway to the front door. Opening the front door, he called, "Anya!"

Anya? Who was this Anya? Obviously Dimitri's wife, because it was unethical to live with someone of the opposite sex who wasn't your relative. Maybe he followed the wrong guy, maybe he had the wrong girl entirely.

xXx

"How was work?" Anya asked after she kissed Dimitri. If the way he looked meant anything, Anya would say that her husband got in a fight with flour and eggs; and lost. There was dusty white powder on him and yellow yolk from broken eggs smeared on his shirt.

"Don't even ask," was Dimitri's less than smiling voice.

"Just go upstairs and bathe!" exclaimed Anya, pushing Dimitri up the stairs. "We're having dinner with Grandmama!"

xXx

Zachariah Salazar was stumped. Why would the princess live in a tiny two story town house with a kitchen boy? Unless it wasn't Anastasia-

"Pooka!"

Yes, it was definitely Anastasia chasing merrily after a little gray dog.

"Hello, Princess."

Well, this was the end of chapter 13. I hope you enjoyed this chapter with the cute beginning and the more dramatic, I need to read more of this story ending. If you liked it, please review, and chapter 14 will be up soon.