Hello guys.

This is going to be the last chapter for this story.

Believe me, it wasn't an easy decision for me to end it here.

But I just feel like it is a good time to end it at this point.

I'll start finishing my other open story and maybe after that I'll come back and continue this one with a sequel.

But for now, this is all I have for you.

Again I can't thank you enough for your continued support, even though I've been absent for so long.

Each and every review you left, made my day and gave me motivation to continue and finish this story.

An of course also thank you to everyone who read this story silently.

Thank you so much :)

Now, for the last time: RxR 'Second Chances' and enjoy it.

Best wishes,

~ xo-RozaBelikova-ox ~


"They were all so happy to have you back home." I stated as he climbed into bed beside me.

Hugging me from behind, pulling me closer, we snuggled into bed and talked for a while.

"I've missed them." He said into my neck and I agreed. Even though it hadn't been that long for me, I already missed our families.

At about two in the morning, we finally fell asleep.


Chapter 17

In the morning, we woke up from the amazing smell I missed the most while I was at college.

"Mmmhh… Olena's cooking. I missed it." I said, still yawning.

"Roza, the way you act, one could think that there is no food at college." He chuckled and kissed my neck as he got up.

"Nothing as delicious as your mother's food. It could be, if you would start cooking for me." I teased sticking out my tongue at him.

Rolling his eyes, he helped me up and gave me deep kiss, despite our morning breaths.

"Good morning my love." He gave me another short peck on the lips.

"Morning, sweet husband of mine." I answered and then we headed back down towards the amazing smell of the best breakfast in the entire world.

Almost everyone, including my parents, already gathered in the kitchen. As usual, we were the last to get up.

"Good morning you two," Olena greeted as she saw us walking into the kitchen.

"Morning, Mama." Dimitri kissed his mother on the cheek and greeted my parents before sitting down and serving himself.

"How was your night?" she asked, giving us a happy look.

"We slept good. As good as you can. Even the wake up was amazing with your amazing cooking, Olena." I explained.

This made everyone laugh.

"Do you have any plans so far?" My mother asked.

"No. We just want to go visit and see him again….." Dimitri trailed off. Suddenly the mood swung.

Silence filled the room as we all lingered in the memories we held dearest to us.

When Paul suddenly came into the room exclaiming our names, he was unaware of the tension in the room.

"Uncle Dimka. Aunt Roza. Can you play with me today? I got some cool new cars for my birthday." Paul's chatter came to a stop when Karolina told him to sit down and have breakfast first.

"I guess that answers the question. Our plan today is to play with Paul." With that his face lit up and I looked at Dimitri for confirmation. Just as I thought he was fine with this plan.

It was clear that we're all carefully avoiding the one topic that was normally all we could talk and think about during these weeks of the year.

Moments like these made me so grateful for having Paul here. He was just still so young and innocent, that he kept us on our feet and from soaking in self-pity.

"We're done now, can you guys play with me then?" Paul gazed at us, his whole face lit up by his gigantic smile.

"Yes we can, or do you want us to help you in the kitchen first, Olena?" But she shook her head no and before anyone could say anything else, Paul dragged the both of us back upstairs and into his room.

Playing with him was harder than I thought it would be. My mind tricked me from time to time and pictured our son with us, instead of our nephew.

A look at Dimitri confirmed that he, too, had tis fantasies.

Especially after the visit yesterday, my imagination was going wild, but I knew hat this was all wishful thinking.

"Hey you guys." Karolina came into the room after some hours.

"Mama wanted me to get you to have lunch with us." And with that she left, followed by Paul who was so excited at the prospect of food.

"He clearly is your nephew." Dimitri said teasingly.

"Why that?" I asked, while getting up.

"Someone mentions food and he is gone as fast as he can. Does it sound familiar?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. At all." I smirked and walked pass him and down into the kitchen, where everyone was, again, waiting for us.

"Why is it you're always the last to come down here?" Viktoria teased.

"We're not as food-obsessed as some other people here." Dimitri said with a look at his younger sister.

During eating we chatted lightly when Paul started talking about us playing with him.

"I'm glad that you are back again, uncle Dimka. After Alex left, I thought you would leave us too…" he admitted subdued.

This crushed my heart. This little man missed his uncle so much. All of this had a deeper impact than I anticipated.

"We're glad to be back as well." Dimitri answered solemnly.

"Where is Yeva?" I asked no one I particular to try to change the subject.

"She is in her room." Karolina said.

"You know her," Olena explained further, seeing my face.

"With so many visitors she feels like the place is too crowdy."

Paul's next question made the oxygen leave my lungs completely.

"How come you're staying here? I mean, don't you two have your own apartment?" he asked, innocently.

"Paul. You shouldn't ask something like this." Karolina chided her son.

"This is rude. They are staying here as our visitors. They are family and you don't question why they want to stay here." She explained, a little harsher than necessary.

"Sorry." He muttered.

"That's okay Paul. You don't have to apologize." Dimitri said, but the look on his face revealed his true feelings.

"Why don' you go and play with your toys again?" my father suggested. "And you can also unpack this new car I bought for you."

Smirking and thanking my dad, Paul exclaimed his joy over the new toy and ran upstairs.

This left the rest of us in an awkward tension.

"That is something we should really discuss." My father was the first to continue talking.

"What do you mean?" I asked unsure of what he was talking about.

"What should we do with your apartment?" he clarified.

Glancing at my husband, I was unsure of what to say to this.

"Uhm… I don't know. I guess this is something Dimitri and I need to think about." I stated.

Dimitri was clearly upset about this, as he began talking. "We just got each other back and haven't even started therapy and then we have to decide something so big. This is a huge part of our past, the only home our son had ever known…. How are we supposed to decide something like this now?" he rambled off.

"You know, I understand it. You don't have to decide right away, but I guess in order to get over what happened you really need to think about what to do with this apartment." My mother tried to calm him down by laying her hand over his.

It was just now that I noticed that everyone but our parents had left the room.

"Can you please leave us alone for some minutes?" I asked them, all the while starring at Dimitri.

"Of course, my dear." Olena got up and the three of them left the room, leaving me with my husband.

We just sat there in silence, like we seem to be doing all the time, the last few days.

"I guess we should start therapy here." my voice was barely a whisper.

"Why do you think that? Wouldn't it be wise to start it back at college? We would have to keep doing this for longer than three weeks and I don't think that we'll still have the chance to see the therapist here regularly." He questioned.

"Still, it would be better to start as soon as possible. The past events, especially the thing that happened yesterday with Tasha…. This just proofs that we need start working on it. As soon as possible." When I mentioned Tasha he flinched.

"Okay. If you see it this way. Better to have three weeks of healing in therapy than waiting and suffering another three weeks. …But what about the apartment?" he looked me deep in the eyes, as if to read in my soul.

"I don't know. Honestly, right now, I don't think that I will ever be able to live there again. Not with what we lived through. But again, I can't let someone else live in there either. This would feel like getting rid of the last thing we have of him." I admitted sheepishly.

"I know what you mean." He agreed. "Let's just focus on us and maybe we can figure out what we want to do with this place when we are in therapy."

Only nodding yes, I looked back onto the table.

We fell silent again, neither of us knowing wat to say..

"So, let's start healing and look for a therapist who has appointments right now." Dimitri lifted me up and kissed my hands.