Only Him

Chapter 1

Four years after the conclusion of Last Sacrifice Rose and Dimitri are going strong, Lissa is a queen worth waiting for and Moroi combat magic is finally taking off. Life is good. Until someone from inside Court becomes a threat to Lissa. Now Rose must find out who among them has it out for the queen before they do something irrevocable. And there's also the little matter of a miracle to deal with.

I have had this story in my head since before the Bloodline series was published and finally decided to write it. As it is, I have decided to incorporate certain things from Bloodlines but not others. There was no discovery about dhampir-dhampir reproduction in this story.

 I already have this story posted on my fanfiction.net account. Feel free to check it, and other stories I've written, out there as well!

General disclaimer: This is a pregnancy fic. However, there is much more to it than just Rose, Dimitri and a baby. Pregnancy doesn't come into play for a few chapters.

I know this is a common theme for VA fanfictions but I thought it was worth writing anyway. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Richelle Mead owns VA, I own this plot.

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In a very bad breach of guardian protocol, he caught a hold of my hand and pulled me toward him. "And?" he asked, wrapping me in an embrace.

"I think she'd ask, 'What have we gotten ourselves into?'"

"What's the answer?" His warmth was all around me, as was his love, and again, I felt that completeness. I had the missing piece of my world back. The soul that complemented mine. My match. My equal. Not only that, I had my life back—my own life. I would protect Lissa, I would serve, but I was finally my own person.

"I don't know," I said, leaning against his chest. "But I think it's going to be good."

Four Years Later

Gentle fingers trailed over the bare curve of my hip and down to my knee before retracing the path up and up. They trailed over the swell of my breast. "Mmmmm," I moaned, eyes squeezed tightly shut, "five more minutes." The body pressed up against my back shook with silent laughter. Dimitri tightened the arm he had wrapped around me, pulling me closer.

"Trust me, Roza," he said in my ear. "I would love to stay here with you all day. But we have work to do."

I made a creative suggestion about what work could go do. Dimitri made a gentle sound of admonition deep in his chest before pressing a kiss just behind my ear. I shivered at the contact.

"Now," he said as he pulled away from me. I cried out in surprise as he slipped out of bed, flipping back the covers as he went. The cold early January air struck my bare skin and sent instant shivers through my body. "We promised Christian. And you were late last time."

I groped for the missing blankets but Dimitri had yanked them completely off of our bed. I opened my eyes to glare at him as he tossed them out of the bedroom door and into the living space.

Part of my mind stopped to admire the striking figure he made in the light of the setting sun that crept through the curtains of our apartment. Tall with lean, hard muscles and tanned skin. His hair was the most beautiful shade of brown and barely brushed his shoulders. His pajama pants rode precariously low on his hips. He was twenty-nine but didn't look a day over twenty-five, a result of his healthy lifestyle and the lasting effects of his time as a Strigoi.

The part of my mind that wasn't preoccupied with ogling him was debating the pros and cons of darting quickly across the room to retrieve the blankets. Our apartment wasn't big here at Court, only one bedroom and one bathroom. Cozy and perfect for us considering were rarely home to do anything more than sleep. The small distance seemed far too big at the moment to bother with, however.