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He was working at the gym. He was working on a punching bag.
"Dimitri?" I asked, timidly. For a second, he didn't turn, so I thought he didn't hear me. I turned to leave.
"Roz-Rose, what can I do for you?" he asked.
"Can we talk?"
"You want to talk now?"
I just wanted out of this. But I knew there was no 'getting out' because I had dug myself into a hole here. "Yes. I've…I've got something to say."
"I'll shower and meet you in…?"
"My room. I'll wait there. Half hour?"
"Yes. A half hour."
I nodded and turned to leave.
I turned back to him.
"Yes?" I asked.
I nodded again and left. He wouldn't be thanking me in a few minutes.
A half hour passed too quickly, I had told Adrian and Lissa what I was going to be doing. They supported me. They were taking care of the kids while I talked to Dimitri.
I heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," I whispered. Then I pulled my 'Rose Hathaway attitude' to the surface. I let it give me confidence. "Come in," my voice was stronger, more confident. More daring. I knew that this discussion would be difficult, and he'd hate me, but he would be able to love the kids. I knew that this would go well for them, and that was all that mattered. They deserved to have their real father around. They deserved to know who he was, I told myself. This is for my little angels. I would do this for no one else.
"Can I talk first?" Dimitri asked from the doorway.
I bit my lip. "Yeah, sure."
He froze, but then I saw him make a decision. I could see the decisiveness in his eyes. "Roza, I love you. Nothing has happened between Tasha and I. I've missed you, so, so much. I don't know what to say. I want to be part of your family, as a friend. I know you're with Adrian, I know, but Roza, please, let me be your friend," he said in a rush. He looked like he was losing confidence. But he had no idea how much confidence I was losing. I couldn't breathe, it felt like something was crushing me.
He loved me.
He hadn't done anything with Tasha.
He wants to be part of my life.
"I'm not," I mumbled, confidence gone. No smart remarks or witty comebacks. No confidence. Just whatever I could muster. My voice was shaky, and I still couldn't breathe right.
"What?" I wasn't sure if he hadn't hurt me, or if he didn't understand.
I sighed and took a deep breath. I tried to speak louder. "I'm not with Adrian."
His eyes lit up. "You're not?"
He rushed forwards and kissed me, shoving his lips to mine. He tangled his hands in my hair, and leaned down to meet me. I melted into his body, and felt my emotions go completely haywire. Everything about me yearned for him. Wanted him. He pulled me closer, and we were pressed against each other, so tight there was no room in between us.
Then we broke apart. I had pulled away.
"Wait. Stop. What is this leading to?" I asked.
"I want to be more than a friend to you, Roza. I do. But only if you'll let me."
"How do I know you won't leave again?" I demanded.
He laughed. It wasn't a humorous laugh, just a little chuckle. "Where would I go?"
I shrugged, thinking. He was guarding Tasha. She was moving here. I was here, Lissa, Christian, Adrian, Eddie, and Mia were here. "Good point." I thought. "Wait. You could go home to Russia."
"Well, then you would know where to find me. I'd let you kill me if you could find me. So where is this going, Roza?" he asked, his beautiful brown eyes looking into mine.
I sighed. "I don't know. I'll let you decide… after we talk."
"What did you want to talk about?"
I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to speak. Something was sitting on my chest, and I couldn't think straight.
"What about the kids?" he asked, sounding worried. "Are they sick? Are they okay?"
I swallowed hard, and took a deep, calming breath.
"Roza? Answer me!" he demanded hysterically.
He didn't even know they were his. And yet, he was so concerned for them. It made my heart beat faster.
"They aren't Adrian's," I whispered.
"Then whose are they?" he asked. "It's okay, Roza, I won't hold it against you if you had a one night stand, or a fling with a Moroi. That's all in the past now."
"It's worse than a fling or a one night stand." My voice was so quiet that I could barely hear myself.
"What's worse? Did someone… do something to you?" Dimitri demanded. His voice was furious.
"No. Dimitri… I don't know how to say this."
"Roza, it's okay. Say it."
"You're the father to my kids. Our kids. You're their dad."
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