Never Too Late: A VA Fanfiction

Outtake: Valentine's Day

 RPOV:

I woke up to kisses being peppered all over my face. “Mmm, Comrade,” I mumbled, smiling sleepily.

“Good morning, Roza,” he murmured, his voice husky. “Happy Valentine's Day.”

I blinked my eyes open. “Morning, love. Happy V day to you too.”

Dimitri sighed. “V-day, really?” He wrinkled his nose distastefully.

I chuckled. “Saying Valentine's Day takes too long,” I replied.

Dimitri shook his head ruefully. “Come on, Roza, you need to get up.”

“Why?” I whined. “It's Friday night, waay too early to be up.”

“Technically, it's Saturday, and because we are going somewhere today,” he said, getting off the bed.

It was then I noticed that he was dressed and ready to go out. He handed me a cute shirt, black with red swirls over it, one of the prettiest maternity shirts I'd seen.

I raised my eyebrows. “Bra?”

Silently, he handed me one, along with a pair of slacks. My eyebrows rose even higher at the dressy clothes. “Where are we going?” I asked.

Dimitri smiled. “You'll see. Now hurry and get dressed.”

I frowned, feeling one of my mood coming. “Dimitri,” I whined. “Tell me.”

Dimitri grinned and leaned close to my face. “It's a surprise,” he breathed, then pecked me on the lips.

Ever since the whole fiasco with Avery finished, he'd been much happier and lighter almost. A huge weight had been taken off his shoulders noticeably, even though is had been only a couple of days.

“Okay,” I grumbled, yanking his shirt off my body and pulling on the clothes he gave me. I hated wearing bras nowadays; my breasts had grown and were super sensitive, causing the bra to always itch and irritate. Not to mention, restraining them put a huge strain on my back and an uncomfortable pressure on my chest.

Once I was dressed, Dimitri took my hand and led me out of the room, a bag in hand.

“What's in there?” I questioned.

Dimitri gave me a mysterious smile. “You'll see.”

He led me to a black Jeep. “Ladies first,” he said chivalrously, opening the passenger door and helping me in.

“Thank you, kind sir,” I smiled, referring to the old joke between us. His smile grew.

The entire campus was silent as everyone was asleep; it was about noon in the human world, midnight in ours.

“You can take a nap on the way there,” Dimitri offered as he started the Jeep and began pulling toward the school entrance.

“Okay,” I said, yawning. I snuggled deeper into my seat, trying to find a comfortable position, After about ten minutes of this, I gave up with a huff. My lower back was hurting and my stomach was rumbling with hunger.

As if on cue, Dimitri pointed to the glove box. “There's a couple of sandwiches in the glove box,” he said. “I figured you'd be too hungry to not eat the whole way there if you didn't sleep.”

I frowned at him. “What's that supposed to mean?” I asked as I opened the glove box and pulled out one of the sandwiches. A water bottle sat in one of the cup holders.

“Just that two hours is a long time for a child and his mother to go without eating, especially when neither have eaten in several hours,” he explained patiently. “It's just a prelude to when he's finally here; you'll be up almost every hour to feed him.”