Chapter 20

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Chapter 20

Dimitri and I let the words of the prophecy hang in the air and I swallowed a lump of nervousness and fear in my throat before commenting on what we had just heard.

"So you think that these 'keys' to our survival are our children. What is the proof that its us? I mean, couldn't it be anyone who is pregnant with twins?" I said, getting worked up and nearly yelling those last few words. I gave Oksana some props for not reacting. I knew I could be scary when I was angry, especially because of the darkness that was pent up inside me. I guess since she had dealt with the darkness from her bond with Mark, she was used to it so she just calmly continued.

"Well, it says in the prophecy that the twins will be born from two warriors, which I can assume means two damphirs. It also says that they will be born from a way no one thought possible. Both of these make think that it is you. It also hints that these twins will have powers and they seem to resemble those of spirit. You are connected to a spirit user who most likely helped to make your pregnancy possible." I nodded when she finished. I wanted all of this to be false, but everything that she had said was a possibility. I was starting to think that we would need as many people that we could trust to come and help us figure this out. Especially Lissa since our spirit bond was the reason all of this could happen.

"Do you think it would be ok to have some people over to help us with this? I could really use Lissa's help figuring this entire thing out. I have a feeling we are going to need everyone's help." Oksana agreed and I used her phone to call the Belikov’s and Lissa, who said they would be there as soon as possible. We had planned to learn everything we could here at Oksana's, and then gather everyone at the Belikov’s since there was more room, to plan out what we were going to do.

When everyone got here, we searched in various books for answers. A few hours later, I was getting exhausted and hungry, so I wanted to tell the group that we should take a break.

"Hey, Dimitri, the pregnant girl is hungry, can you get me a sandwich, and chips oh and maybe some more coffee." I hollered at him from across the room. He looked up from an ancient looking book and raised an eyebrow and cracked me a smile.

"Since you asked so nicely." He said standing up. I rolled my eyes as he walked up to me. He came beside me and leaned down to give me a kiss.

"Can you help me up? I'm going to join Karolina in the living room; my back hurts from sitting in this chair." He helped me up and I gave him another kiss before I walked to the living room. I saw Karolina sitting on the long grandma style coach rocking her daughter, Zoya, to sleep. I smiled softly and unknowingly brought my hand to my stomach. Karolina looked up to see me standing there and smiled and nodded for me to sit next to her. I did so and looked upon the peaceful child.

"You excited for them to be here?" She asked softly so she didn't wake up Zoya. I nodded.

"I am, but I'm also terrified. Not only because of all of this prophecy stuff, but what if I'm a horrible mother and I can't protect them?" I say quietly, almost afraid to admit it. She looked at me sympathetically and put a hand on my knee in that comforting way mothers do.

"You will be a fantastic mother. And you'll have Dimitri to help you along the way. When Dimitri was still living in Russia, he always knew that being a guardian, he would never have his own family and he put in a facade that he was okay with it. But I could see the way he held and interacted with Paul that that wasn't true. You have made him so happy and we are so grateful that he would find you. And don't worry about maternal instincts, you are a fantastic guardian and I've observed and heard how far you will go to protect your friends and family. You will do fine; actually, better than find you will be the best mother to my Niece and Nephew." She said this with so much compassion and truth, that my eyes began to water. I leaned I to give her a hug and wiped the stray tear from my eye.

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