EPILOGUE

RPOV

It's my graduation, and I have to say I'm beyond nervous. My mind would keep going back to when Dimitri asked if I still loved him, and making sure Nikolai is healthy. Over the past few days, Nikolai's gotten bigger. He's quite the vocal baby, always making baby noises about everything and very aware of his surroundings. He's definately a mama's boy, though I've noticed a great attachment between my son and Dimitri.

I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but Dimitri is a wonderful father. Dimitri simply has the patience to take care of children [probably from helping his sisters with their children (his eldest sisters at least)] while I still have trouble adjusting to parenthood. I've noticed that Dimitri's been keeping a few things from me. Whether he's making that unknown thing purposely obvious for me or not, it's bugging me. I hate surprises and I hate not knowing things.

And as I get prepared for the graduation ceremony, I can't help but look at Dimitri through the bathroom mirror. He and I decided to take a quick shower, though the doctor [a newer one] said I couldn't do anything intimate for a few weeks, it didn't mean that Dimitri and I should waste water. Olena had taken Nikolai over an hour ago so Dimitri and I would have some time to prepare. I watched Dimitri carefully, he was shaving [he'd grown a shadow of stubble which I had found to be quite attractive] but he wanted to look decent for the ceremony.

"I'm not going out with this on my face," he said after my many complaints to make him keep it. I even threatened not to do it with him once the doctor gave me the go. Dimitri simply laughed and shook his head. "You can't resist me, Roza, no matter how hard you try." A smug look had crossed his face, I simply pouted and refused to talk to him since.

I could tell my silence was bugging him some, but I was not only suspicious of his little secret but a bit fumed from his comment. Yeah, Dimitri is very irresistable, but there's no need for him to brag!

"You can't stay mad forever, Roza," Dimitri sighed; he'd finished shaving and was pulling his hair back into a ponytail. He eyed me nervously. "It's your graduation, you should be happy."

I simply huffed and turned away. I heard Dimitri sigh.

...omnomnom...

The gym was filled with foldable chairs for the graduating seniors and balloons and all kinds of decorations. I had spotted Olena and Nikolai already in the audience. My mom wasn't there, which was no surprise to me. I noticed one of Dimitri's sisters, Viktoria, sitting next to Olena. I had grown close with Viktoria since she had come to visit Dimitri, Nikolai, and I a few days ago. She absolutely adored Nikolai, and I can tell the kid's going to be spoiled rotten. I mean, seriously! Three aunts and a grandma! They've already showered him with unlimited toys which will probably last him until he's ten.

Olena's already opened a bank account and is saving up money for when Nikolai is older. I tried convincing Olena that I would have no problem giving Nikolai some money from my account [from me and Lissa's days of living on our own] but Olena would hear none of it. I had a good amount of money saved up and Olena scolded me, saying I should save that money for college or something important. Nikolai is important, and I'd have no problem giving him my money.

Anyway, everyone was prepared, everyone was sitting in their seats, and the ceremony had just begun.

Kirova was naming off all the graduates and handing them their diplomas. Very few gave speeches and I knew I wasn't giving one. I'm not very good with my words.

When my name was called, all my friends cheered for me, even Viktoria in the audience. I chuckled, a bit embarrassed, but happy at the same time. I got my diploma and earned a genuine smile from Kirova. I could tell she still disliked me, but not as much as she did before.

Once everyone got their diplomas, the graduation party could begin.

...omnomnom...

I decided not to go to the party. I knew there'd be alcohol, I knew there'd be loud music and people doing stupid things. I would rather spend the rest of my time with Nikolai and with Dimitri. Olena and Viktoria had left, congratulating me and winking at Dimitri. Whatever secret Dimitri had, his mother and sister were in on it. That agrivated me further.

I gave Dimitri a cold glare and stormed off, holding Nikolai carefully in my arms.

"Roza, stop!" Dimitri called. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me so I could look at him. "I don't even understand why you're angry at me!"

"You're hiding something," I snapped. "I don't like it when people hide things from me."

Dimitri gave me a look. "You hid the fact that we had a prophecy to fulfill."

I scowled at him. "But you found out."

"Because our past lives told us." Dimitri shook his head. "This is pointless, Roza! I want you to enjoy your evening. You've graduated! Stop being angry at me."

"Then tell me what you're hiding!" I exclaim.

Dimitri muttered under his breath.

"What?" I gave him a look.

"Move to Russia with me," he muttered.

"What?" It came out more gently. I looked at Dimitri in disbelief.

"I want you to move to Russia with me." Dimitri gave me a pleading look. "I want you to see where I grew up and I want you to live there with me. You and Nikolai! I've already spoken to Kirova, she says it's okay."

"Russia..." My voice trails off. Living with Dimitri in Russia, in the town where he grew up, it seems almost like a dream! "W-Why?"

Dimitri tilted my face up, leaving enough space between us so we wouldn't hurt Nikolai. "I love you." He kissed me deeply. I felt Nikolai squirm slightly in my arms. Dimitri playfully nipped at my bottom lip before moving back. "I love you and I want you to live with me."

I shook my head. "T-There's a catch," I said breathlessly. "I know there is."

Dimitri smiled sheepishly. "You know me too well, Roza." He took a shaky breath. "Maybe we could quit our positions as guardians and raise Nikolai, you know, like ordinary parents do."

Quit being a guardian? The one thing I spent my entire life preparing to become? I always told myself I'd be Lissa's guardian. I even promised her I would after her family died. And now I suddenly just quit? Sure I'd protect her, if I decided to quit my position. I knew I was respected among the guardians at the Academy, but I was no longer a student. I knew Dimitri was highly respected and feared among the dhampir and Moroi community. Dimitri was known as the most lethal guardian there was. Any Moroi would be lucky to have Dimitri assigned as their guardian.

But I couldn't help but tell Dimitri "Yes."

MANY YEARS LATER [5 YEARS, TO BE EXACT!]

DPOV

It's been five years since Roza and I have given up our positions as guardians. Though we're still well known in the dhampir and Moroi community, Roza and I, and our children, have been living among the humans the entire time. Over the past five years, Roza and I have had two more children. Besides Nikolai being five, Roza and I have a two year old daughter named Tania and a one year old daughter named Adalind. It's already obvious that Tania has Roza's personality, and Adalind has a mixture of Roza's and mine. Nikolai is almost like Roza. He has a milder personality of Roza.

But I've decided that, five years and three children later, I would propose to Roza.

It would be special, since Mama had given me a wedding ring that was given to Babushka by my great-grandmother, then to Mama by Babushka. Babushka never married, so she never really needed the wedding ring in the first place.

"Make the moment last, son," Mama said with a smile. I smiled. "You only get one shot to do this to a woman like that."

...holaholahola...

Mama had dropped by to take the kids away for the evening. I had told her that I was going to propose to Roza, and I needed a little peace and quiet.

Once the kids were gone, I told Roza that tonight would be special, and made her put on nice clothes. I did the same, putting on a nice white button-up shirt, black dress pants, but leaving my hair down. Roza loved it when my hair was down. She also loved it when I had stubble, which is why I haven't shaved in a while. I didn't have a full on beard, just a nice shadow of stubble.

When I saw Roza enter the kitchen [after I had finished putting together a dinner for the both of us] I noticed how beautfiul she looked. Roza wore the same dress she wore on our first date. A strapless black dress that ended inches above her knees and hugged her perfect figure. Roza's hair was down as well. She knew how much I loved her hair. I made Roza promise she'd never cut it.

"Roza," I sighed happily.

She smiled. "What's the occasion?" Her face changed into a shocked one. "Is it our anniversary?"

I chuckled, walking over and wrapping my arms around her waist. "No, milaya." I kissed her. "But it is something special."

She smiled again, jumping up to peck me on the lips. "Everything is special with you, comrade." Even now, five years later, she still would call me comrade. I smiled. Pushing her chair out for her, Roza sat down. Once I was seated, everything went by smoothly. I hade made a special Russian meal Mama had taught me when I was younger, and I could tell Roza really liked it.

"Someone's hungry," I laughed.

She paused, then smiled. "Of course! I love the Russian food you make."

I smiled. Once Roza and I moved to Russia, I opened a martial arts studio so that I could keep in shape and still use my old guardian moves. I had plenty of students and I really enjoyed it. It helped Roza and I keep a roof over the kids' heads and keep them healthy.

Once dinner was finished, I removed the plates and put them in the sink. I looked back at Roza, who had a look of contentment on her face. I leaned back and sighed.

No turning back, I thought.

"Roza, I have something I need to tell you."

Roza looked at me in confusion. I walked over to her, knelt down, and held her face [gently] in my hands.

"I love you, Roza," I said; I put a finger on her lips when she tried to talk. "I know you love me. We wouldn't have three beautiful children if you didn't." She looked at me intently. "My Roza, Rosemarie Hathaway, will you please marry me?"

Roza's eyes widened. The thought of me asking to marry her, though I'm sure she knew it'd happen eventually, surprised her. She took my hand and kissed the knuckles. She trembled, her eyes watered.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes!"

I smiled. "Thank you," I said softly. I reached into my pocket [my pant's pocket] and took out the ring, sliding it on her finger.

"It's beautiful," Roza said breathlessly.

"Not as beautiful as you," I murmur. Roza smiles and looks at me. Kissing me happily, I wrap my arms around Roza's waist and press her against me. Her arms go around my neck, her fingers twining themselves in my hair. I feel her sigh against my lips but never stops the kiss.

"I love you," Roza mumbled into the kiss. "I love you."

The kiss eventually escalated into a make out. And, as one thing lead to another, Roza and I ended up on the kitchen floor, our clothes scattered, and me preparing to enter. When I did, Roza moaned. Roza's legs were wrapped around my waist, her nails digging into my back. I began moving, slowly at first, until Roza's demands for me to go faster made me pound her. Her cries and moans filled the kitchen. I buried my face in her neck, trying to contain myself. I felt the pleasure building up, becoming almost painful. I started going harder and faster, causing Roza to scream my name. When I felt Roza release, it caused her body to convulse. She kept crying my name as I rode hers out. I refused to release, not until I showered Roza in pleasure. As it continued, with my pleasure building up to a point where I was basically pounding Roza's brains out, I made her relase more times than I could remember.

Eventually, I couldn't take it and released, roaring in pleasure. I buried my face in Roza's neck as I trembled. Once I calmed down, I was breathless.

"I love you, Dimitri," Roza sighed in contentment.

"I love you," I mumbled tiredly.

After a moment, I felt my eyes closing from exhaustion.

"Dimitri," Roza whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I'm pregnant."

I looked at Roza, wide-eyed. She was pregnant?!

"Y-You're pregnant?!" I exclaim.

She gave a lazy smile and nodded.

I cupped her face in my hands. "Why didn't you tell me?" I looked at her worriedly, thinking our moment had been a little too much.

"I got so caught up in it..." She trailed off, biting her bottom lip. "I found out last week. I was going to tell you but..."

I kissed Roza, and once again, we did it, only gentler.

Nine months later, Roza and I would welcome triplets. Two boys and one girl. Anya Justine Belikov, Dimitri James Belikov Jr., and Sebastian Hughes Belikov.

I couldn't be any happier.

THE END

QUICKY A/N: SO I GOT THE IDEA FOR ROSE&DIMITRI QUITTING THEIR GUARDIAN STATUS FROM AN UNKNOWN REVIEWER. THAT SAME UNKNOWN REVIEWER ALSO GAVE ME THE IDEA OF ROSE&DIMITRI MOVING TO RUSSIA AND HAVING MORE CHILDREN. SO, THANKS UNKNOWN REVIEWER!

I'D LIKE TO THANK Y'ALL, MY FAITHFUL REVIEWERS, FOR STICKING WITH THIS STORY NO MATTER WHAT! AS I MIGHT HAVE SAID BEFORE, I WILL PUT UP A DESCRIPTION OF WHAT MY NEXT FANFIC WILL BE ABOUT. IT WILL BE ANOTHER VA FANFIC, BUT A LITTLE DIFFERENT.

THANKS! :)

UNTIL I WRITE AGAIN,

~SMITHY