The accident & the snowstorm (A VA fanfic)

Twelve

RPOV
"Did you do that on purpose?" I asked when I realised our whole conversation could be taken in a completely different way.
"I-" Dimitri gaped for half a second before crashing his lips to mine in a fiery but cautious kiss. Hot damn! "No, I hadn't, but I'm glad she's gone for now," he murmured cautiously against my lips.
"I want her support, Comrade, but I know I'll never get it," I whimpered softly.

I hadn't been this close to tears in a fortnight, and lately that's an achievement. This whole out of my control hormone thing had really been pissing me off. And Dimitri. For fear of the hawk and others in general, I hadn't allowed Dimitri to completely relieve certain... symptoms... which had left him in need of a few cold showers recently. Besides, it was nearing the time in general when that physical activity was on the very unsafe list.

"You've got me, and my mother. You've got all your friends. You've even got Alberta. Roza, you have more support than you realise." We kissed before I responded.
"But I want our baby to have a grandma on my side," I grumbled.
"She'll come around. Just give her time, Mommy."
"She never got the idea of mothering me," I muttered.
Dimitri simply shut me up by kissing me. And kissing me. And kissing me. But it didn't take long at all before I needed to breathe heavily... very heavily. He'd never, ever understand what he did to me.

The following week went by as uneventfully as possible. Of course there were still blood whore whispers and stares, especially still the stares as I continued to bump. Then Dimitri surprised me another week later.
"I thought you might need these," he smiled sweetly and handed over a wrapped box. A huge wrapped box. I should mention it was wrapped in baby congratulations wrapping. I took it off him after sitting on the mats beside him.
"You didn't need to," I pecked his lips. "Especially today." I carefully undid his perfect wrapping. "You really shouldn't have," I chastised lovingly while thumbing through the pile of clothes. Maternity tops and special mat jeans, dresses, and maternity undies, bras, and training blacks. I dug further still. "Oh, you are brilliant," I moaned simply at the image of him applying the anti-stretch-mark cream he'd bought.

Sensing my thoughts, Dimitri gently laid me back on the mats. He hovered over me, very wary of my bump, which was doing flips at the moment while my heart rate picked up. Dimitri lifted my top up, but paused when he reached my boobs. Always the thoughtful gentleman. I nodded and pulled my bra off a second later without missing a beat.
"You're a tease," he commented as he grabbed the huge tube and started squeezing the stuff on my bump and rubbing it in.
"So are you," I whined as he massaged the cream on my boobs. What he did to me, it wasn't fair.

Alberta'sPOV
I opened the gym door cautiously. And spotted what no one should. Why was it always me they left traumatised? I locked the door internally before shutting it again.

I honestly couldn't believe them. It was the school gym, for Vladimir's sake! It was so early in the Moroi morning, and it had to be close to too dangerous to do that. Un-believable, totally un-believable.

RPOV
"Happy birthday, Comrade," I gasped.
Dimitri smirked against my lips. "Best birthday yet, since I'm sharing it with my family."
My breath hitched in surprise. "Dimitri?"
He looked into my eyes. "Of course you and Bubby Belikov are my family."
"We love you, Daddy," I said as he rubbed over our kicking son or daughter, gazing into his eyes seriously, lovingly.
"I love you two, too." He brought his lips to my stomach and started singing in Russian.
I groaned. "That's so not fair," I complained playfully. "You'll teach Bubby Russian, but not me."
"You only want to swear," he retorted.
"Not anymore," I told him truthfully.
"Then..." Dimitri smiled at me as he suddenly understood. "You want to hum the lullabies too?"
I nodded. "Lissa will be away at Lehigh more than half the time and you know how effective your Russian stuff works on him or her. I want to be able to calm him or her the same way."
He kissed me lightly but meaningfully. "Okay then," he agreed. "For Bubby."
"For Bubby," I agreed.
Dimitri's phone rang as he leaned in to kiss me. Brilliant!

DPOV
"Belikov, Rose is late to class- the class that can't get into the gym- and I know it's your fault," Alberta informed before I could even greet her. She hung up before I could start a syllable.
I groaned and started dressing. "It was Petrov," I responded to Rose's inquisitive gaze. "You're late for class."

I helped her up and she pecked my cheek before dressing in a dress I'd bought, wearing the mat undies and bra I'd also gotten for her. Her comfort and safety were paramount, top of my priorities. After all, I was the one responsible for her being pregnant in the first place. I'd do anything for my family, absolutely anything for Roza and our child.

"Happy birthday, Daddy," Roza whispered and smacked my butt before waddling to the door, my gift safely sequestered in her bag.

Yes, she was at the point of waddling and I constantly had to fight the urge to smile and support her waist. I was supposed to be her disappointed mentor, not the excited father of her child. No one said true love ever ran smooth or that teaching at high school was anywhere near easy.

"Did you forget you're a novice, Hathaway?" laughed Ashford as he gestured to the clinging sundress. I took my guarding position as the class filed in.
"Watch it, Ashford, I can still kick Strigoi ass in a dress and with your niece or nephew." Not that I'd let her. Her breath shortened after a few short seconds of kissing.
"Are you ever going to tell us who that baby's father is?" asked Castile as they fell into the usual trio, the other guardians took up their positions.
"No," Roza teased and I nearly rolled my eyes.

"It's a wonder you survived Hathaway's attitude before," teased Julie, a guardian three years my senior, as we walked between classes. She was red haired, about two inches taller than Rose, and kind with a British training and an English accent. She'd been moved from the elementary campus after the attack.
I shrugged. "Her fire is what makes her lethal, a weapon of mass destruction. Someone just needed to be patient and show her how to channel that passion into a power-filled, precise kill."
Julie laughed. "I s'pose so. Honestly, Belikov?"
"Yeah?"
"She's an inspiration and you should be bloody proud of her."
I chuckled. "I never said I wasn't. She's brilliant and I'm honoured to mentor her. She's determined, so determined to find a balance between motherhood and a being an excellent guardian."
Julie looked at me oddly for a moment. "She doesn't want to be the Princess'?" Shit! No one had yet picked up on the difference.
"She does," so badly, "she just wants to spend time with the baby and guard Court for a while."
"She's a vehicle for change," Julie approved. We split for our next shift.

"A boy?" Roza squeaked in delight at the ultrasound Alberta had demanded we go to.
The ultrasound technician nodded. "Yes, Miss Hathaway. You're having a son. I'll give you a moment."

Roza grabbed my hand with tears in her eyes. "Little James Ivan Belikov," she announced proudly. A single tear fell and I kissed it away.
"Our son," I murmured into her ear. "I can't thank you enough, Roza. You've given me everything. Words can't convey my love for you, both you and our son."
"Our son," Roza repeated, testing out the phrase, trying to grasp the reality.
"Our son," I grinned proudly, the joy pulsed through my body and I leaned back in to kiss her sweet lips. The technician returned with two discs for Roza and instructions to keep up the vitamins and ease back on all exercise bar pregnancy yoga. I also noted Roza's expression when we were told sex or anything more than kissing was a no go- that it could send her into premature labour. That was the very last thing we wanted, as eager as we were to meet our miracle son we did not want him underdeveloped and unready for the lifestyle he will be thrown head-first into the deep-end of.