IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE! I HAD TO TAKE CARE OF SOMETHING. I HOPE YOUR NOT ALL TO MAD AT ME. HOPEFULLY IM BACK ON SCHEDULE NOW.

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Dimitri followed me inside. He didn't say anything to me and kept a few feet in between us. The waiting room was small and only had for chairs. Three moroi women sat next to each other. With one chair left. The women on the end was so big she could barely stand up when her name was called. She truly looked like she had a watermelon under her shirt. I didn't realize I was staring at her until she spoke to me as she waddled by.

"Don't worry you'll get used to it, and it will all be worth it." I looked away. I felt embarrassed. After I finished filling out the paper work I sat in one of the chairs and leaned my head against the wall. I've been asleep more than I've been awake at court and yet I always feel tired. Dimitri stood against the wall and pulled out a book from his coat pocket. When the two other women had been called in he sat down next to me. He put his book away and sat quietly for a minute.

"It's hard to imagine you looking like them in a few months." I glared at him, but he just laughed to himself. "I'm sorry." I rolled my eyes. I think I'm sorry is going to come up in every conversation we have for the rest of our lives.

"Stop apologizing, I forgive you and I'm giving you another chance. Can't we just move on?" I wasn't trying to be harsh, just honest.

"No, if I knew this could happen I would've used protection or I don't know." Dimitri was never one to beat around the bush, but I still felt awkward.

"We can't fix it now. I hugged my knees and closed my eyes. I didn't mean to fall asleep but I woke up alarmed by a shaking. Dimitri had pulling at my arm. The nurse had called my name. I grabbed onto Dimitris arm and pulled myself out of the chair. I have been feeling so unbalanced lately, when I stand up too quickly I feel like I might keel over. This time I actually fell. Dimitri caught me before I hit the floor. His hand gabbed onto my shoulder and I winced.

"Sorry Rosa, are-are you okay?" He was a little panicked. I stood up straight again and nodded. Dimitri's hands were holding onto my waist to steady me. He let go slowly and let me lead him into the office. I sat on the bed that had paper laid on top of it. Dimitri stood in the corner awkwardly, as the nurse took my temperature and asked me about how I got the burns on my neck. My answers were short and to the point. The nurse wrote down somethings and then put my file in a clip hanging from the wall.

"The doctor will be with you in a few minutes" Without saying another word she let the little room. I laughed a little at how uncomfortable Dimitri looked in here. I pat the space next to me.

"Come on comrade, you look as awkward as a nine year old who just learned how babies are made. Do we need to have the talk?" He rolled his eyes at me but sat next to me anyways. There was a knock on the door, and the doctor walked in.

He was a young moroi man. You could tell he was a Dashkov. He looked like he might be in his late twenties. "Hello" he looked at my chart. "Ms. Hathaway, I'm Dr. Howard" He looked at my chart. So today we are going to take care of those burns, go over basics about pregnancy get you some medications and…." I panicked.

"Medications for what?!" I didn't realize I was standing up until I felt Dimitri grab my shoulder.

"Ms. Hathaway, it completely normal nothing to worry about, just an extra boast to prevent the things that are out of our control." He was totally calm but his smile creeped me out. I sat down a little embarrassed by my outburst.

The doctor sprayed my burns with something that turned to a foam. He told me I couldn't touch it for ten minutes and that he would be back when my time is up. Once the doctor left Dimitri stood up.

I wanted to lay down but I didn't want the foam to get anywhere. "I don't know shit, I'm probably going end up killing my own baby with a cup of coffee or sushi." Dimitri looked at me with a weird expression I've never seen before.

"Roza, that's why you're here. I think you worrying and stressing is worse than caffeine or seafood. You got people to help you." I felt tears forming in my eyes. I always hated things being out of my control.

"But- But this isn't supposed to happen, it's not supposed to be possible. What if that causes problem." He sighed. It was like our roles had reversed.

"Of all people you should know that the impossible always fines a way to be possible. Your came back from the dead, you are in a line of work that fights the undead. Shouldn't you know that this IS possible? Until you look at this as a good thing, it's not going to be a good thing." He was trying to help but my worry faded to anger.

"Look Comrade," I didn't uses my normal playful tone the nickname often accompanied. I was being spiteful and selfish again. "I know that you've always wanted this but I didn't, I wanted to have a career and…" I felt a tear fall from my cheek. I stopped myself "I'm sorry, I just…" Dimitri put his hand up.

"I get it. You're not even twenty yet. Why would anyone want this right after they graduate when they have a whole life ahead of them? I'm sorry I really am, but you need to try to enjoy this at least a little." He was being so assertive and yet so gentle at the same time. "You can't do that to yourself, if you just keep thinking about how to change the past you won't get to live your bright future. He was standing pretty close to the bed. I grabbed his hand.

"I'm sorry, it's not your fault. We didn't know." I wanted to look away but the foam on my neck made me stay upright. I let go of his hand and closed my eyes to focus my thoughts and calm my emotions. The doctor came back in. He gave me a little book.

"Alright, if you could read this before your next appointment that would be just great." This guy was weird. "I can answer any questions you have during your next visit. His smile was totally freaking me out. I was just too perfect. He grabbed a paper towel and wet it. He started wiping my neck and revealing more healthy looking skin underneath.

He started dragging the towel lower and lower. He was a few inches below where any of the foam was and I felt extremely uncomfortable. He stroked the towel and stopped at the top of my breast. I tried not to react, but the look on his face showed it was intentional. I jerked back.

The doctor looked like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I forgot Dimitri was even here. He grabbed the paper towel from him.

"That will be all Doctor." The doctor frowned but knew better than to argue with Dimitri. He handed me a slip of paper and opened the door. The receptionist will fax your prescription. I gave the slip to the receptionist. She told me it would be ready in an hour and I was good to go. I got in the car after wiping the foam of my shoulders. I was scared when I saw Dimitri. He was angry.

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