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Rose's POV:

I eyed over my stomach in the mirror and pursed my lips as I searched for any hint of a bump showing. I know I've got a little guy in there somewhere.... All the tests came back positive. Somehow I've managed to keep this a secret from my family. What if Richard and Paris try to convince me to get rid of it because the world is unsafe for him? My child... I rubbed my stomach before sighing and pushed my t-shirt down all the way and slid on my pajama shorts. I walked over to the cup of tea waiting on the coffee table and started to drink it as I started for bed- eyeing over the book waiting for me to come read it. Victor said he would come sleep with me tonight if he wasn't too busy with his plans for his new palace in his country. But just in case he doesn't show up, I made plans to read myself to sleep. Of course... Victor is the father... but I don't know how I'll tell him he's going to be expecting his first son this year. Maybe I'll have a daughter.... A daughter would be nice. She could be friends with Myra one day... they'll be the same age after all. They could paint each other's nails.

I let out a yawn and gave a smile as I crawled into bed. "Oh well, he must be busy tonight," I mumbled to myself and picked up the book. If I'm going to be a mother then I'll have to practice reading out loud soon... So that way I won't mess up in the future when I try to read this little guy to sleep. I felt the bed shift next to me as Victor's familiar scent filled the room.

"Busy?" He asked and purred as he crawled up to me and kissed my shoulder. "I'll always make time for you. You act like you think that I wouldn't really come~"

"Well you're so drunk now days I sometimes think you forget me," I told him before smacking him in the chest with the book gently. "Read to me." He frowned and looked at the book then at me.

"What language is it?" He asked and took it from me, starting to flip through it.

"French, I think," I told him and shrugged. He tensed as he looked at the French words in utter confusion and blushed. I puffed out my cheeks a little. Of course... I flipped over to face away from him and curled up to the pillow and placed my hand on my stomach as I shut my eyes. After a few seconds, I heard him trying out a few of the French words, butchering them as he tried to read them to me. I could hear the nervousness in his voice as he worked his way through a sentence about a girl trying to get a cat off a bookshelf.

"Victor, that's enough," I told him and laughed. "I'll have to teach you to read French tomorrow," I told him.

"I'm sorry I don't know how to read it," he mumbled and closed the book. "I can read English though. Do you want me to find one in English?"

"I want you to get some shut eye with me," I told him and yawned as I took another sip of the tea before settling back down in my bed. "Stick around tomorrow so I can teach you." I heard him purr as he laid down beside me and pulled me into his arms.

"I took tomorrow off," he told me lovingly and kissed my cheek. "I set everything up already so I don't have to go back to Russia. I wanted to spend time with you." I turned back to face him then.

"Do you think Heinrich will be okay?" I asked softly. "I did my best." He nodded then wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Of course... but if he isn't, then fate has something planned for Dante soon," he told me and gave me a sweet look. "Your best is enough, Rose." He gave me a kiss then paused as his arm brushed over my stomach. I felt his body tense slightly as his eyes wandered down to my stomach curiously. "When did you put on a little weight?" I heard him murmur before he pulled back the blanket and looked at me closely. "Did you stop kicking butts, Rose?" I gasped and sat up a little and smacked him.

"Don't you know not to call a girl fat?" I asked him and frowned. "I'm still kicking butts," I grumbled. I looked down at my stomach then quickly. So... Someone can tell... No- he can tell.