"No, this is something I must arrange myself."
"Very good. If you need anything else, you let us know alright?" Mama replied.
"I will mama thank all of you for all your help." More smiles and congratulations were passed around. Before I decided, I had been away from Roza for far too long. "Well I need to go; I need to go check on my Roza. I will see you all soon." Hugs, and goodbyes were passed around along with wishes of good luck.
(RPOV)
I sat in my office, missing Dimitri so much. I knew and understood that he needed time with his family. And I felt bad that I was monopolizing all of his time, but I honestly couldn't help it. I always wanted him with me, even if there was nothing said, I still knew he was close by if I needed him, which I always do.
Leaning back in my chair, I imagined what it would be like when Dimitri and I got married and had a family. I pictured a set of twins, a boy and a girl, with dark brown almost black hair like mine, but both with Dimi's chocolate brown eyes and his gorgeous smile. As the twins ran around outside I saw Dimitri holding a baby girl, she couldn't have been more than three months old. But she had a head full of hair just like Dimitri's but with my eyes, smile and skin tone. And she was just as beautiful as our other two children. A knock on the door brought me out of my day dream. "Come in."
The door opened to reveal the very man of my dreams. "Hey babe, are you busy?" He asked cautiously.
Blushing I answered, "umm, no not really."
He walked over and perched himself on the edge of my desk next to me, "why are you blushing baby?"
Avoiding his eyes, I said, "no... no reason."
He chuckled at me, "did I catch you daydreaming?" I was shocked that he knew exactly what he had done. Again he laughed, whole heartedly this time. "I did, didn't I?" I looked down at my hands that were in my lap, he knelt down in front of me and took my chin in his hand, bringing my eyes to his. "Sweetheart, please don't be embarrassed. Tell me what you were daydreaming about. Maybe I can make your dream come true."
Sighing I took his hand in mine and led him to the couch, "I was daydreaming that we had three-year-old twins, a girl and a boy, and a three-month old baby girl." I couldn't look at him, what if he didn't want children with me, or at all.
Again he brought my eyes to his, "is that something that might, possibly, appeal to you Roza? Having children with me I mean."
"It's not something I have ever thought about before. And if you don't want kids with me, I'll try to understand. But yes I do want your children, I long to feel them growing inside me. And as dumb as this may sound, I want so badly to know what it feels like to give birth to your children. But like I said, if you don't wan..." My speech was cut short by his lips on mine.
Pulling back, he looked into my eyes, "I love you milaya, and nothing would give me greater joy, than to see you heavy with our children. To watch you waddle around the house as you carry our children, to watch you talk to them and sing to them, rock them and love them. Roza, you are my life, my love, my reason for living. And I want to give you everything you have ever dreamed of. As far as children go, I want to have as many children with you as you are willing to give me. Three, five, ten as many as possible baby."
"Ten, really?" I squeaked.
He laughed, "like I said as many as you will give me."
"I want to give you everything you have ever dreamed of Dimi. And if ten children are what you want, I will do my best, to make you happy."
"What if marrying you would make me happy, would you be willing to do that?"
I was shocked to say the least, that he was contemplating marriage this soon, but then we are talking about having children. "Are you serious, you want to marry me?"
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Daddy's little mobster. (COMPLETE)
FanfictionAll human. Rose is the daughter of the world's most feared and respected mobster, Ibrahim 'Abe' Mazur. Follow the ups and downs, the dangerous times and the happy times as the Mazur mob do what they do best. I do not own VA, the wonderful R. Meade d...