Hey guys, sorry it's been so long. I've been having finals, essays to write. You know, the normal things that happen right before school ends. Don't worry, though. School is over . . . yay! Now, I have time to write and not have to worry about homework or studying. This my longest chapter, not only as an apology for the long wait, but it is also in celebration for me reaching 100+ followers. Thank you so much!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy… but maybe Richelle will grant me Dimitri.

"Who is she?" Paul asked.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Paul, wondering who he was talking about. Then, they saw Anabelle. That's when Yeva decided to join us.

"Let's go to the family room and sit," she told us, and naturally everyone listened to her. Anabelle even did what she said.

We all made our way to the room, and they left us the love seat. Dimitri sat down first, then me, and then Anabelle climbed on top of us. Everyone except Yeva and Olena looked at her weird. Anabelle saw this and hid her face into my shoulder while still sitting on Dimitri's lap.

I looked at Yeva, assuming she'd say something, although I don't know why I thought that. As I knew she would, she just looked at me expectantly and almost as if she had a secret. I wouldn't be surprised if she did.

I looked to Dimitri and he looked back at me. I realized that he had no idea how to tell them. My parents had been easy, but now that it was his family, it was harder. I understood. It was very hard for me with my parents, just because they're my parents, but with Dimitri's family, it seemed easy. It's not like I haven't told them worse.

I squeezed his hand and gave him a reassuring smile. Turning to his – our – family, I took a deep breath.

"Everyone, we would like you to meet Anabelle," at the sound of her name, she lifted her head, "and she is our daughter," I told them.

All of them gasped, besides Yeva, and began speaking in Russian, excited. I could tell they were asking Dimitri for the story. They knew it must have taken a lot to get me to agree to adoption. Little did they know that it was the absolutely opposite. Dimitri barely said anything, seeing as they didn't give him much room to speak.

I felt left out, so I decided to fix that. "Hey," I said loudly and they all stopped talking and looked at me," remember we have two American girls that don't know Russian."

"Sorry, Roza," Olena said, looking shameful.

"It's no problem, I just hate not knowing what you guys are saying," I told her nicely. She smiled back at me.

"Okay, so that's out of the way," Viktoria said, "How did it happen?"

Dimitri started and I let him tell the story. When he got to the part about me being the one who wanted to adopt her first, they became surprised and asked me if it was true. I nodded my head, and then they listened to Dimitri again.

During the story, Yeva got up. No one paid much attention, but I was bored. She caught me looking at her and once she made it to the hallway, she made a gesture for me to follow her. Unsure of what was going to happen, I passed Anabelle up to Dimitri and got up.

He gave me a quick glance, but when he saw who I was heading towards, he let me go without a word.

Yeva started walking, and I followed her. She kept walking until she was outside in the far part of the garden. She stopped at a cute bench and took a seat. She patted the spot beside her, so I sat down as well.

"You are special," she said after a little while. I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded my head. "You have accomplished many impossible things, including just being right here."

"Okay, so what does that have to do with anything?" I asked.

She smiled at me, "It means you live an impossible life. A life where the impossible becomes possible. You are special, and full of an ancient type of magic."

"What type of magic?"

"One that you must figure out yourself."

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Thanks. Now, I'm super confused and I have to figure out something that I have no idea that could ever exist."

She looked at me and laughed, "You will figure it out, I promise. Just remember that when something special happens, that it is possible, not impossible. But it is only possible for you" She was being cryptic and it was pissing me off.

"Okay, so something's going to happen, I'm not going to believe it, but I have to? Have I got it right?" I asked, being a little sarcastic.

"Yes, good. Now you can go," I left, and automatically started over-thinking. What did she mean?

When I was almost out of the garden, I took a glance back. Yeva was tending to some flowers, almost making it seem as though the conversation had never happened.

I got back in the house and joined Dimitri on the love seat. He wrapped his arm around my waist and looked at me questioningly. I just shook my head and mouthed "later" to him. He nodded, agreeing.

I assume that Dimitri had finished and questions were asked and answered. Almost everyone was gone from the living room. The only people left were me, Dimitri, and the most beautiful sight.

In the middle of the living room was Paul, Zoya, and Anabelle. They were building with Legos together. I don't know what they were building, but it was an amazing sight having them all play together. They really got along well.

Dimitri and I sat there for the longest time watching them play. We didn't say anything. We just sat close, and that was good enough for us.

After a little while, the girls wanted to play with something else. Since Paul still wanted to play with the Legos, the girls went and looked for something else to play with. In no time, they came back with dolls.

Immediately, I thought back to when I had last visited. It was at the memorial, which was horrible to remember, but what I wanted to remember was hilarious.

Of course, I couldn't be Rose Hathaway if I didn't give people a hard time.

"So, which one's are your wives?" I asked Dimitri. He gave a slight jump. Whether it was because of me interrupting the silence or because of the fact, we'll never know.

He looked over at me, seeming a little scandalized. "What?" He asked, trying to pretend he didn't hear the question, but I knew he did.

"You heard me," I told him as I gave him a smile.

"Who told you?"

"A little birdy," I said as I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Karolina," He sighed.

"I really don't remember who said it, it was all quite a blur." Automatically, he understood.

"I'm sorry," He said sincerely as he held me tighter and kissed me on the forehead.

"It's not your fault," I told him earnestly, wanting him to understand.

He did, and he let me know by giving me a really nice kiss. I mean, really nice. We were starting to get pretty serious, until we heard the sound of crying.

I jumped up and looked at who was crying. It was Zoya. She was barely walking, as most two year olds do, and she had happened to step on a Lego. I picked her up and checked her foot, seeing that it was okay.

It probably scared her more than anything, seeing as stepping on the Lego had caused her to fall.

I rocked her a little and mumbled little nothings to her. I took her over to the chair. It wasn't until I sat down that I had realized that everyone had come in the living room to the sound of the crying and were watching me with mesmerized looks. I tried to ignore them and continue taking care of Zoya.

I heard Olena mention something to Dimitri, it sounded like, "She will make a wonderful mother." I looked up in time to see him smile up at her. As soon as he looked back to me, I looked back down to Zoya.

As I rocked Zoya, she started getting sleepy. Karolina brought me a sippy cup and then backed off again. Everyone seemed to be keeping their space, allowing me to take care of this.

Zoya finally fell asleep and I put the sippy cup on the ground beside the chair. I kept rocking her, just enjoying the feeling of her sleeping body in my arms.

Dimitri put his hand on my arm, and I realized he was right beside me. I looked around, realizing that I had lost track of time. Nobody else was in the living room besides us three.

Dimitri noticed what I was wondering and answered my unasked question. "They're all in the kitchen helping mama cook." I nodded so that he would know that I heard him. "You can lay her down in her bed if you want to."

I thought about and decided that I should. I got up and let Dimitri lead the way. I laid her down and tucked her in. Dimitri gave me another kiss and then we headed to the kitchen hand in hand.

We walked in, and everyone but Olena was kneading bread. Anabelle noticed us almost as soon as we walked in.

"Hi, mommy. Look what I'm making," she said excitingly.

"Looks delicious," I told her.

By that time, everyone had looked up at us, completely interrupting what they were doing.

"Is she in bed?" Karolina asked. I nodded my head. Everyone smiled at me and then went back to work.

I walked over to Olena with Dimitri trailing behind me.

"Is there anything we can help with?" I asked her.

She gave Dimitri and I some things to cut. We went and sat by Anabelle, and got to work.

We all did our part to help cook the dinner, and then ate together after it was done. Dinner was fun and interesting.

We all took turns telling stories from our past. Dimitri told stories about having to deal with all sisters, Olena told stories about summers with all of her children, and I told them all in detail how Lissa and I had met.

Then, we ended up getting into another detailed story, but this one was about how Lissa became queen.

After that, we were all finished. Dimitri and I insisted on doing the dishes. It was late, so we told everyone good night and Olena took Anabelle to sleep in the extra bed in Zoya's room, saying how she was going to read Anabelle a story.

Dimitri and I finished the dishes quick. He washed and I dried.

By that time, Olena had finished the story and was in her own bedroom. Dimitri and I checked on Anabelle, seeing her fast asleep with a smile on her face.

Feeling satisfied, we made it to his bedroom.

"So, what did Yeva talk to you about?" He asked. I had almost forgotten that we had that conversation.

"Just that something is going to happen in the future and I need to accept that it can happen."

"Okay, just making sure," he said as he wrapped his arms around me on the bed.

"I know. I love you," I said kissing his cheek.

"I love you too, milaya," he replied, kissing me on the lips.

We went to sleep, perfectly content and happy.

So, what did you think? I hope you liked it, especially after the long wait. Again, I am so sorry.

"What matters is that someone—that you—know me that well. When a person can see into your soul, it's hard. It forces you to be open. Vulnerable. It's much easier being with someone who's just more of a casual friend." - Dimitri Belikov