DPOV

It's been two weeks since Roza and I got back together and she's gotten back to a healthy weight. Roza told me that the Princess had been using her magic too much and it was putting a lot of negativity on her. And since she was getting back to her normal self, we hadn't done anything intimate. I wouldn't push her. But a few days ago, she insisted we start again. So we did. As far as I can tell, there's no way to tell if she's pregnant. Roza would say she's not as hungry as she used to be, but that was it.

It was Friday night. Roza and I—or Roza was—sleeping. I was looking at the ceiling, Roza's head on my chest. We had spent a majority of the night making love, and I could tell that my beautiful Roza was exhausted. I stroked her hair absently, hearing her sigh contently and cuddle up to me.

I love her, I thought. My mind wandered to that strange dream Roza and I shared. The only way to eliminate the Strigoi was for Roza to get pregnant. How could one dhampir having a baby change the world? And getting pregnant by another dhampir? I sighed, frustrated. If anyone tried hurting my Roza, they wouldn't live to see the next day—or night.

After a few more minutes of thinking, I went to sleep.

A giggle. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Roza's beautiful face. I smiled tiredly at her.

"How are you, milaya?" I murmured.

She shrugged. "I don't know."

I shifted a little, propping myself onto my elbows. "You don't know?"

"I feel a little weird," she said, slightly excited. "My stomach's feeling different. Do you think—"

"Maybe," I said quickly. A little too quickly. "Why don't we wait a few days, just to see what happens." She nodded. I laid back down and sighed. Roza rested her head on my chest.

"I hope this works," she murmurs.

I nodded.

Roza cuddled closer. "If I am pregnant, I'm going to be so scared."

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm seventeen, Dimitri," she said shakily. "I'm too young to be having children, even if it is for a good cause. My mom was never there for me."

"You're not your mother," I replied. "You're you. If you're pregnant, you'll be a magnificent mother. And you know that this child will help our race and mankind." Roza nodded silently.

By Monday, it was obvious Roza was showing the signs of being pregnant. From seeing my eldest sisters go through their pregnancies, I knew Roza was. She would complain of nausea, and would get sick from certain foods. She would get very tired, and her bra size went up one. I went to a pharmacy, with Kirova's permission, and bought Roza a pregnancy test.

Positive.

"I'm pregnant," Roza gasped. She looked at me, wide-eyed and fearful. She began trembling. I hugged her close to me, saying comforting words to her in Russian. She calmed down and leaned into my embrace. "This is unbelievable. It's all happening."

"I know," I murmured.

"I remember him saying that there'll be a Strigoi attack in ten months," Roza mentioned. I knew who she meant when she said 'him.'

"Yeah," I said, pulling back. "I'll protect you, Roza. You and our baby." I placed a hand on her stomach. Roza nodded solemnly.

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