The Love of Lady Dimitrescu X Female Reader || One-Shots

Hidden Pages of Her Diary (Secret Chapter)

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September 22nd 1979

My wife gave birth to our twins. All because of Mother Miranda, the delivery was quite successful. I feel so remiss that I wasn't present when her water broke. Such a brave spirit to remain calm. My dear heart. Miriam's interruption was the reason I found out. If I had known sooner, I would have been there for her in the blink of an eye. I suppose it's inconsequential now. What's done is done, and I couldn't be happier for us – the new life I'm beginning as a mother yet again. I take my daughters are more than up for the challenge. They haven't stopped fussing over every little thing about Y/N's pregnancy ever since we shared the news with them. The arrival of the twins was nothing but a priceless gift to them. If only I could describe the pride I feel when I look upon my daughter's face. Elana is a perfect clone of her mother. It makes me wonder if Y/N looked that way as a child. As for Alexandru, the first man of the House of Dimitrescu, it both excites and overwhelms me; I am confronted with mixed feelings about him. I am unsure what I am to do. Can I be the mother he needs? I only wish to do what's best for him and to provide Alexandru with everything I can offer. Perhaps the greatest comfort to me is that I do not have to do this alone. My loving wife and my girls uphold me.

September 29th 1979

It has been a week since their birth and my sweet dove sleep's has been most disruptive, like mine. The twins' crying and need for attention has sometimes put my patience to the test. Once I laid them down to sleep, I found myself too restless to return to bed. Hence, I write this entry, only to let my numerous thoughts unravel and distract me from my exhaustion. If only Y/N could sleep well, I would much rather she find a better night's rest. We will get through this together.

October 5th 1979

I simply cannot hold back my hilarity over watching my eldest change Alexandru's diaper. She was handling it quite well until he sprayed her in the face with urine. I had warned her she needed to place a thick cloth over his private area after removing his diaper. Another lesson to be learned. Her sisters were not of much help, as Cassandra abandoned her and flew away, while Daniela was too disgusted to touch her. I received a slight reprimand from Y/N as I had only stood by and enjoyed the show. I suppose I deserved it, yet it was worth the laugh.

October 13th 1979

I changed and sang to him and Alexandru will still not settle down. What more can I do? It is the wee hours of the night and I am running out of ideas as to how to pacify him. Why can he not be more like his twin sister, who seldom stirs from her deep sleep?

October 17th 1979

Now Elana has been restless these past few nights like Alexandru. Perhaps I should have kept quiet. Y/N tells me they should be expected to cry at any time during the night because of hunger. Calming my fussy newborns is like an intricate dance that I cannot master.

October 30th 1979

I bear positive news. Slowly, but surely, we have established an acceptable sleep pattern for Elana and Alexandru. If Elana is bathed beforehand, she has the propensity to sleep four hours. With my son, Y/N strokes his belly while I sing a lullaby to him. There is consistency and I believe that our days of sleep deprivation are dwindling, much to my relief. I only hope that my wife is receiving the proper sleep she needs. She has lacked her usual energy as of late and I worry about her. Even during our recent lovemaking, she fell asleep on me; I did not have it in me to wake her. She is most beautiful and at peace when she is in her sleeping form. Although, that ridiculous cat that everyone else seems to love has gone too far. If it were up to me, I would banish it from my castle with no compunction. That wretched creature has occupied my wife's lap too many evenings; the cat is too spoiled. I predict within a month that it shall suffer from inevitable obesity, which will only make its trek up the stairs more difficult. How I would entertain the possibility of my older daughters turning it into a hat, and then I could gift it to my dear brother. Wouldn't Karl like nothing more than to keep that tiny head of his warm through this wintry season?

November 4th 1979

I spoke with Mother Miranda on the phone this afternoon. She suggested that when the twins are older, they should undergo the same experiment as I did with Cadou. It would ensure they were immortal—my precious children. I would like nothing more than to have my daughter and son remain by my side for an endless stretch of time, and I know my daughters would desire the same thing. My only hesitation is to bring this up to Y/N, as this topic has been off the table for us. Every time I mention it, it always leads to a heated argument between us. It is beyond my comprehension. Why does my sweet wife continually insist on clinging to her fragile human state that is so easily weakened and defenseless against life-threatening diseases, or something far worse? The fact that I cannot guarantee absolute protection to her frustrates me to no end. Eventually, she and I will have to have a discussion with Elana and Alexandru about this once they are old enough to understand what this will mean for them. It will be their decision. I ultimately hope that my twins would agree to it, and maybe someday, my draga would consider it as well. If only she would choose to stay with me, for that would make certain that death itself would not force us to part ways. It would fulfill my personal dream of never having to imagine my life without her.