PLEASE DON"T HATE ME! I know it has been forever since I last updated, but things are crazy. First of all, I am due October 20th. I'm having another boy. My 7 1/2 yr old is ecstatic that it isn't a girl. lol Secondly, struggling to get everything we need for said baby before his arrival...got all the big stuff, now just need the little yet equally important stuff. I made up a registry Babies R Us to help me keep track of what is still needed. Ha ha. And lastly, I had no idea after so long, where I was heading with this story. I decided to take a deep breath and wing it. Though shorter than I had wanted it to be for my grand return, I hope that it is up to your standards. On one last note, I want to thank God that the hurricane headed away from us and pray that people took the advice given and got the hell out of where it is/was headed. Last I knew there were 2 people dead in Virginia and 4 died in North Carolina...maybe the other way around. One of which was a little boy who had a tree fall into the house and kill him. I pray for his family as well. Now...on with the show.

"What the hell do you think you are doing Natasha?" It was Lissa and she looked pissed. "I was just talking to Christian, he is my nephew and last I checked, I was allowed to talk to my family." She apparently wasn't in a good mood today. "Get the fuck out of my house! I don't even want to know why the hell you were using compulsion on him, but I don't want you here any longer." Damn, someone took an extra bitch pill today! "I was just leaving anyways." With that, I got up and headed out the door.

TPOV

I took off for my room to pack. If there was any chance at getting him back, I needed to act quickly. Thanks to my nephew's lack of ability to resist compulsion, I knew exactly where he was headed. It's been a while since I've seen Olena. She was always like a second mom to me. I got to my room and started packing everything. I don't know when I'll be back, so better not leave anything behind.

DPOV

All in all, it's been a pretty uneventful week. Mainly, we stayed at the house and helped my mother and Yeva out. We watched Paul and Zoya a few times while Sonya went to work. I must say, I can't wait till our daughter is born. She will definitely have me wrapped around her tiny little finger….Zoya already does.

"Hey there, handsome. Whatcha thinking about?" Rose's voice was pure sex. Every time I heard it, I just wanted to ravish her. "Just thinking about our daughter…..what she'll be like, who she'll look like, and the fact that I will most likely be at her beck and call." She laughed and wrapped her arms around me. "It's getting late. Are you ready for bed?" I nodded and picked her up to head upstairs.

Once in our room, I gently laid her on the bed and crawled in next to her. She turned to face me. "I don't know if I want to go back to court. The last time I was here, it was hard for me to leave…even to go find you. Now that I'm back here, with you, it feels even more like home." I wrapped my arms around her. "If this is where you want to be, Roza, we never have to leave. We can find our own place here and move everyone here if that is what you want."

"Dimitri, Lissa is the queen. There is no way she would up and move that far from court." I thought about that for a moment, and she was right. There was no way we could get her to come here. "Well, we can always come back and visit. My mother would never turn us away." She must have been really tired. In waiting for a response, I heard soft snoring.

RPOV

I woke up to a cold bed back at court. Through the door to the bathroom, I could hear muffled sounds. I got up to investigate, only to find the bathroom door locked. Putting my ear to the door, I could hear a little clearer what was going on. It sounded like people were fucking! In my bathroom! I listened a little closer to see if it was someone I recognized. To my horror, it sounded like Lissa in there! I knocked and she said she'd be out in a minute, but the sounds continued. Surely if it were her and Christian, they would be in their own room. Wondering what the fuck was really going on, I decided to take a chance and kick open the door. There in front of my eyes, was Dimitri balls deep in who used to be my best friend.

The look of terror they had on their faces was rightfully so. I turned around and ran to the closet. Grabbing my duffle bag, I started unloading my side of the closet into it and threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt. I could hear them scrambling to get dressed in the bathroom with lots of "Oh shit" and "We are so fucked". At this point, I didn't care. I wanted to get out of there and get as far away as possible….from both of them.

As I moved around my room, gathering anything I would need, I heard Lissa trying to talk to me as well as constantly shrugging out of Dimitri's hold. I blocked it all out. There was no explanation in the world that would make me forgive them for this. I finally managed to get everything I needed together. Grabbing my keys, I took off the key to our room, and threw it at Dimitri as I stormed out.

I shot up in bed all covered in sweat. What a fucking nightmare to have! I'd rather dream about having the life sucked out of me by a Strigoi! I looked over and somehow managed not to wake Dimitri. Slowly, I slithered out of bed and threw on some shorts. Fresh air was my destination at the moment, and I headed out the front door. Once the cool night air hit my skin, I wrapped my arms around myself and sat on the front steps. Why the hell would someone dream of something like that? Am I really fucked up to think that they would do something like that?

So many things ran through my mind as I sat there on that front step. More than anything, I felt shocked still at the horrific site in front of my eyes. I didn't realize just how chilly it was outside until I felt Dimitri's warm arms wrap around me. "What are you doing out here, Roza? It's freezing out." I took a deep breath and held back the sob that was threatening to come out. "I had a nightmare and before you ask, I don't want to talk about it."

Having him hold me felt so wrong and dirty. I know it wasn't his fault that my subconscious devised this scheme in my head, but I couldn't stand it right now. Though I knew it would hurt him, I stood up and started walking down the street. I didn't even look behind me to see his reaction. My head needed some clearing and that would not happen if I stayed there like that with him. After a little bit, I stopped in front of the church.

Before I realized it, I dropped onto the sidewalk and started crying…letting out everything I was feeling at the moment. : Hurt, betrayal, anguish, and the list goes on. It was enough to make me not want to live this fucked up life anymore. I conveniently saw a piece of broken glass lying on the side of the road among the debris. Mechanically, I picked it up and turned it over a few times in my fingers and without giving it a second thought, sliced up my arm as though I was being compelled to do it. I watched as the blood poured out of my arm onto the pavement below. That was the last thing I remembered before the darkness took over…again.

Once again, I am really sorry it has been so incredibly long since I last updated. Hopefully, I can get my head back in it and give you a few more chapters before my baby is born. By the way, congrats to Richelle Mead who just became a mommy herself! Please review and let me know if I have lost my touch and should just throw in the towel. It took me a while to figure out what I was going to write in this chapter. I am sorry it wasn't as long as I had hoped it would be for a return, but it is something, right? :)