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Dimitri never turned strigoi. But the cabin happened. And then Dimitri left, with Tasha. They've been gone for four years. And then they come for a visit, and stumble upon four new things in Rose's life.

Okay, for clarification, not sure how, but Rose met Sydney, and her dad, and Dimitri's family. It'll just work for the story. So make up some scenario…

Yeah, I know this type of thing has been done a million times… but I was bored.

Anyway, enjoy.

"Mommy!" screamed Kassi, tears streaming down her face. "Mommy, mommy!"

"Kassi, baby, what's wrong?" I asked, leaning down to look into her eyes.

"Mase, he—he hit me because I wanted to watch my show first," she sobbed.

"Where did he hit you?" I sighed.

She pointed to a red mark on her arm. Mase could really hit. But not as hard as Angela. Ange, we called her.

I called in my kids.

"Mason Christian Hathaway, what did you do to your sister?" I demanded, sitting Kassi on my lap.

"Which one?" he asked, trying to avoid trouble.

"You know which one," I said sternly.

"Yeah, you hit Kassi!" Mike exclaimed, hugging his sister.

I had four kids. All born at the same time. They were Dimitri's kids. Mason Christian Hathaway, or Mase. Michael Adrian Hathaway, or Mike. Angela Vasilisa Hathaway, or Ange. And Kassidy Viktoria Hathaway, or Kassi.

I loved them all.

Their father didn't know he was a father. He had left with Tasha. Just a week after we'd had sex. I'd found out almost a month later. And somehow, I ended up with four babies. They were my miracles.

For the first few months, they'd reminded me so much of Dimitri that it hurt. But now, it was okay. I remembered him, but only the good parts.

The first little while, before I'd found out I was pregnant, I was so depressed that I had thoughts of killing myself.

"Apologize to her, Mason," I told him. He sighed.

"Sorry Kassi," he looked at his feet.

I laughed, and Lissa slunk into the room.

"Rose. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed.

My breath caught in my throat.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I mention, I am so sorry?"

I stood, put my hands on her shoulders, and forced her to look at me. "What? What is it?"
She bit her lip. "I'm so, so, so sorry. Tasha and Dimitri are coming here… for Christmas. I'm sorry!"

Her, Christian, Adrian, my mother, and father, Mia, and Eddie knew that Dimitri was the father.

We lived at court. And had houses that were joined through a tunnel. The tunnel was pretty, and made of reinforced glass.

The houses were huge, and had many guest bedrooms. The kids and I had one, and Adrian lived with us in a guest room. While his house was built. The plans were just finished.

Lissa and Christian lived together. Lissa had a two year old baby, Krista Rose, and she was pregnant again. Seven months. Twins. Two boys. God, we were going to have a lot of kids running around the house.

I let my breathing return to a semi-normal pattern.

"When are they getting here?" I asked, waving the kids to go play.

"Tomorrow. Christian just told me. He tried to keep her away, but she hasn't been here for Christmas in a while, and she wanted to see Christian," Lissa looked guilty.

"Liss, it's okay. I've gotta see Adrian," I told her, hugged her, and walked out of the room. "One more thing… how long are they staying?"
"A month?"

I nodded and walked out. I walked to Adrian's room, and knocked. He opened the door.

"Did you hear?" I inquired, sitting on his bed and looking at him.

"That Belikov and Tasha are coming to visit? Yeah, I heard. Just a few minutes ago. Lissa went to tell you. That's why I didn't."

"Can… can you… pretend—" I broke off.

"Are you asking me if I can pretend those kids are mine?" Adrian grinned.

I nodded, unable to speak.

"Of course, Rose. Anything for you. Does this mean that we have to pretend we're in love?" he smiled wider.

"I guess so."

He hugged me. We were ridiculously close. Christian, Lissa, and Adrian had helped me through the pregnancy.

I had given my children their names as middle names. And then Viktoria as a middle name because of Dimitri's sister. I needed one of them to have a Russian middle name.

I walked down the stairs, where I smelled dinner cooking. Christian and Lissa were in the kitchen, and Lissa was talking to my kids, and to her little girl. They were eating Mac and Cheese, and pot roast was cooking. My favorite. Probably a pity dinner. Adrian had his arm wrapped around my waist.

"Okay, everyone, listen up. I'm not telling Dimitri," I looked to Christian and Lissa. "Kids, Adrian is your daddy until the guests leave. They are coming tomorrow. Adrian is daddy, okay?"

They nodded slowly. They were smart.

"I'm sorry, Rose," Christian told me.

"It's okay. I would have had to face this sooner or later," I smiled, a small smile.

We ate, and made small talk. Then, after dinner, we moved some of Adrian's things into my room. We had to put on a show. Just in case.

Adrian slept in his bed that night. The last night. He had quit drinking and smoking, except on occasion. It was to set a good example for the kids.

It was sweet of him.

After I put the kids to bed, and waited for them to fall asleep, I laid in bed, and waited for sleep to come.

Finally, I fell asleep.

The kids woke me in the morning.

"Mommy, Mommy!" Ange cried.

"Wake up!" Mase shouted.

"Mom!" Kassi exclaimed.

"Wake the crap up!" Mike told me.

"Language, Mike," I said instinctually, and I sat up. Lissa walked through the door, Christian behind her, holding a tray of food.

I smiled when Christian handed it to me. Adrian walked in next, and sat beside me. He kissed my forehead.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Adrian grinned.

I grinned back and started to eat.

Christian sighed. "Time to go pick them up from the airport."

The smile dropped off my face. "Have fun."

"I won't."

"I'm staying here, with you, Rose. A few more minutes of best friend time before they come and we put on our hostess faces," Lissa gave me a sympathetic look.

"Alright, leave me to go, on my own," Christian rolled his eyes.

"Rose needs me more than you do," Lissa pointed out.

"True. Sorry again, Rose. I'll be back in two hours or so," Christian told us, and walked out. I heard the door shut.

I finished eating, and got dressed. I wore my favorite black jeans, and a blood red t-shirt, with a deep V neck. And my shoes were my black platforms, that made me look five inches taller than I was. So I looked six foot or so. Which was an improvement on my five foot seven height.

I put on some makeup, neutral, and soft. Then I threw my hair into a high ponytail.

I walked down to hang with Adrian and Lissa, and the kids. Lissa held Krista, and I played games with my kids and Adrian. Two hours passed too quickly.

The door opened and shut.

"We're home," Christian shouted.

I braced myself, and turned around to see the people I had tried so hard to avoid.

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