Times Change (complete)

EXTRA CHAPTER: ORIGINAL TIMELINE. PART ONE.

(I PROMISED ALL OF YOU A LOOK INTO WHAT HAPPENED IN THE PREVIOUS TIMELINE. SO, THE NEXT FEW UPDATES ARE EXACTLY THAT. SINCE THIS WAS SOOOO LONG BY THE TIME THAT I WAS FINISHED WITH IT. OR IT WAS FINISHED WITH ME I GUESS I SHOULD SAY. ON ADVICE FROM MY BETA I AM BREAKING THIS UP INTO MULTIPLE UPDATES. I WILL BE POSTING THIS ONCE A WEEK UNTIL THE WEEK OF VALENTINE'S DAY. THAT WEEK I WILL BE UPDATING TWICE, GOD WILLING. AND IF NOT THEN I WILL POST THE FINAL UPDATE AS SOON AS I CAN. I HOPE THAT YOU GUYS ALL ENJOY SEEING THROUGH THE OTHER SIDE OF THE VEIL AS IT WERE. AS FOR MY OTHER TWO STORIES THEY WILL BE UPDATED ON THIER REGUALR UPDATE SCHDULE.)

(DPOV)

I was standing right outside the lounge thinking about calling for back up. Before I busted into that room and doing whatever I had to in order to protect Roza. By getting her the ad away from that little so called royal, but in truth he is just a cowardly scum bag cousin of Ivan's. I have always hated this little bastard, on the very few times that Ivan had been around him I learned to hate his guts. But now he has made inappropriate moves on my Roza, which caused my hatred towards the disgusting and vile little piece of der'mo to grow exponentially. (hell, shit)

I sighed. 'Why do I keep slipping and calling her that?' I asked myself.

I know that she is the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. But she is seven years younger than I am, she is also my student and we are both slated to become Princess Dragomir's guardians. So why in the ad can't I seem to get that gorgeous woman the ad out of my head? (hell, hell)

I leaned up against the wall and gave myself a rare self-indulgent chance at imagining a life with Roza.

*DAY DREAM*

"Roza, detka I'm home." (baby)

Microseconds later I heard a squeal and lyubov' moya bare feet start slapping against our hardwood floor as she ran down the hallway into our foyer. Just moments later I had my arms filled with my happy, loving, and laughing wife who was kissing me all over my face as I laughed happily and hugged her tightly to my chest. As tightly as I always hugged her, letting her know exactly how much I love her, I always made chert sure not to hug her tight enough to hurt her one little bit though. (my loves, damn)

"I missed you so much Mitya." She said just before she kissed me passionately as she began pushing my duster from my shoulders.

I caught my duster by the sleeve, as usual, and without even looking up I hung it up on the coat rack on the wall next to our front door. I was used to this kind of reaction when I came home. Because I had been getting this same reaction from my wife since we left the moroi world behind us for good and moved here to Baia.

Well, except for while she was pregnant last year of course. She'd had a VERY difficult pregnancy because she had stayed sick MOST of her whole entire pregnancy.

And although some people had questioned if the child that she was carrying was actually mine or not, not my family, I never did. I knew my wife better than that. Plus, Oksana had told us, shortly after we moved to Baia, that we could have a family together since my Roza is bonded to Lissa. And out of everything, that her bond with Lissa had somehow done and given my Roza that was by far the best thing that could and had happened.

I had discussed, with my devastatingly beautiful wife, about not having any more children since her pregnancy was sooo difficult. But she had flat told me, 'hell no. It is all worth it just knowing that we will get to have our own family together Mitya. I promise you lyubov' moy; that all of this nausea, dizziness, lightheadedness, weakness, and everything else is COMPLETELY worth it. Just knowing that I can carry our child, hopefully even our children someday. Makes me happier than anything else in the whole entire world; well anything except for my love for you that is.' (my love)