RPOV
I awoke an hour before training was due to start. It was milliseconds later I was over the toilet, and the contents of last night dinner were reappearing. Okay, unusual. Dhampirs never get sick. And I mean never.
A quick check of the time had me checking I was okay to stand. I was, so I hurriedly brushed my teeth, changed and rushed out to training. I really didn't want to worry my badass boyfriend- especially considering today was his twenty-fifth birthday. I had made him a card, but he wasn't getting it until tonight's training.
"Morning, Comrade!" I greeted cheerily when I walked in the door, a minute early.
"Rose!" he laughed and unleashed a full smile. Even since the cabin and my eighteenth, they were still rare. Unfortunately... I knew and understood why.
"Don't laugh at me, Dimitri Belikov!" I returned the banter.
"You're early." he smirked and raised his brow.
Damn! That was a drool worthy face. And I normally would have continued the banter, but something in his words had me holding my tongue. I was early for training? Perhaps. But I couldn't help but to hear the reverse, and it's double meaning. I was late. And I was sick- in the morning, no less. I didn't like where my thoughts were headed, so I redirected the conversation.
"Happy Birthday, Dimitri!" I grinned like a Cheshire Cat.
"You remembered? And you're hiding something." Screw him for reading me like an open book.
"Yes. And I am hiding something. It's a surprise for tonight." I replied as I began my stretches.
"Seriously? You've gotten me something?"
"No. I've made you something. I gave you your proper present just before the attack. There's nothing more valuable or precious I could give you." Though I was beginning to wo- not possible. Focus! Badass boyfriend's birthday and training.
"Ahhh!" Recognition, understanding and love lit his eyes. "It's valued and treasured, Rose. Trust me- it truly is. It's the same the other way around."
"It's just as treasured and valued, Comrade."
"Quit calling me that!" he sighed dreamily.
"That was terrible." I teased. "And I know you don't hate it." You love it. After some of the contexts it's been used in, it'd be hard for you not to.
"Far from it?" he questioned.
"Why are you asking me? It's your reaction, not mine."
"Roza!" he playfully groaned.
"Yeah, it's far from hating it."
"Thank you."
"Now let's hit that track."
