Hello readers!

I present to you the long awaited sequel to I Guess It Happens! I Guess It Happens had a lot of bumps in the road, a lot of laughs, loads of drama. Well, get ready for more! With additional members in the family, everything just got even more chaotic.

If you haven't read I Guess It Happens, there will be a link provided at the end.

So, without further ado, here is A Day In A Life.

Disclaimer: I do not own the main characters. They belong to Richelle Mead, the awesome one.

A Day In A Life

Chapter One

"DIMITRI BELIKOV, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" I screamed at him, clutching my stomach.

"Yes, love." He answered. He learned from his sisters the most important lesson; always, always, always agree with the angry wife in labor. No matter what.

Another contraction came and I screamed. It was just so fucking painful. I grabbed Dimitri's collar as he ran beside the dude who was wheeling me into that stupid room with the stupid white walls that I'm used to and screamed, "I'M NEVER LETTING YOU STICK THAT THING IN ME EVER AGAIN!"

"Yes, love."

"WHY DIDN'T WE INVEST IN CONDOMS?"

"I don't know, love."

Another contraction. Fuuuu-

"NEXT TIME, HALF OF OUR PAY-CHECK GOES TO CONDOMS!" I exclaimed at him.

"Anything you say, Roza."

How did we get here? I'm glad you asked.

~ADIAL~

4 Months Pregnant

Turns out, I've been pregnant longer than Lissa by a few weeks so I guess my baby would be older than hers by a month or so. Awesome. Older child equals bragging rights. Like Paul and Zoya for example, "Zoya, you have to give it to me because I'm older." He says to her. Well, he did get a scolding from his mother but what the heck, he got the toy anyway.

Dimitri and I have been to the gynecologist every month to check on the progress of the baby. We have decided to keep the baby's gender a surprise, just like Lissa and Christian. They chose not to know as well.

The morning sickness has subsided, but the mood swings are still very much there. Lissa's starting to have mood swings as well. So, you can imagine the chaos going around in the house.

Sometimes Christian gets pissed at Lissa's mood swings. Well, maybe because he has been sleeping for the past few days. Nothing 'exciting' happened at night, much to his disappointment.

He would even give Lissa hints that practically scream "I'M DESPERATE!"

Like when Lissa complained, "I feel so crazy right now that I could do something stupid."

Which caused Christian to say, "I'm something stupid, do me."

Imagine having two crazy pregnant women under one roof. One minute we were re-living the old memories, the next we were fighting and then we were crying and after a total of 5 minutes, we pretended like nothing happened.

Poor Dimitri and Christian are left puzzled by our mood swings. They'll come rushing once they hear screaming but when they actually reach us, we're already laughing, pretending like nothing happened.

For example, that one time Lissa and I were talking rubbish about our hair, honestly, I think I was high on something, I don't know, and we started crying for no reason.

FLASHBACK

"No, you're the dummy." I told Lissa.

"No, you are." She retorted.

"You are."

"You are."

"You are."

"You are."

"You are."

"No, you are you Pampered Princess!" I screamed. Did I mention that my threats are getting worse since I realized that the baby would be able to hear whatever I said after a few months? My threats and name-calling are PATHETIC now. But I don't want the baby's first word to be fuck- dang, I said it.

"Noodle head!" She called me.

"Hey, just because my hair is silky smooth and looks absolutely delicious like noodles, you don't have to call me that." I flicked my hair.

"My hair looks even tastier than yours!" She swished her hair.

"No offence, but I'd rather not eat both your hairs. I don't mind shaving it off though." Adrian butted in.

"You hate my hair so much you wanted to shave it?" Lissa started to cry.

"Yeah, Adrian. Thanks for making a girl feel so beautiful!" I exclaimed towards him sarcastically. I went over to a weeping Lissa and rubbed her back, saying, "Your hair is beautiful. It's long and silky and Adrian's hair looks like something died in it. Smells like it too."

She continued weeping and it made me sad too. So, I cried as well. Soon, the two of us were bawling our eyes out and we had no idea why.

"DIMITRI! CHRISTIAN!" Adrian called our husbands to calm us down.

Suddenly, Lissa smiled. I wondered why. She said, "Remember that time when you got my hair stuck? When we were younger?"

I tried to remember.

"Yeah! You wanted to curl your hair and so you told me to take the brush and curl your hair with it!"

"And it got stuck!" We both screamed and laughed.

"We had to yank it off of my head." Lissa recalled.

"And you had that bald spot for a few weeks." I remembered that little bald spot amongst her beautiful hair.

We were both laughing just as Dimitri and Christian came rushing in.

"What happened?" Dimitri asked, dressed in his gym clothes, looking all sweaty.

Adrian was dumbstruck. "But they were just- they were- the hair- I am never getting a girl pregnant." Adrian gave up.

Christian grumbled and walked away. I walked towards Dimitri and told him, "You smell like chicken."

END FLASHBACK.

Dimitri even had a calendar in our room, counting down the number of months and days. I'm not surprised if he started counting the hours nearing my due date. Honestly, it's like he expects the baby to magically pop out of me once the clock strikes 12 on my due date. I don't know who's more excited, him or me.

He would come into the room to retire for the day and go straight for my stomach. Okay people, erase whatever dirty thought that just popped in your mind. It isn't happening. Trust me, I thought the same thing as well. But nooo... The bugger bursts into the room, declaring his love for his 'baby' and I get all high and excited, only to know that he literally meant baby.

The baby needs to feel loved, he says. What about my needs! He would laugh and joke about how I'm more jealous than our baby. Then he would make me feel very loved.

Okay, now you can think of all your dirty thoughts you were previously thinking about.

~ADIAL~

6 Months Pregnant

Dimitri and I were already thinking about names. Usually when we're on the bed, staring at the ceiling with my head on his chest.

"What about Junior?" I proposed, jokingly.

"Like Rosemarie Junior?" He asked as he stroked my hair.

"Like Dimitri Junior, D.J." I clarified.

He laughed. "Even though Dimitri is an awesome name, I think our child would deserve their own name, don't you think?"

"But whatever the gender, I want the baby to be named after Lissa. I don't care if it starts with a V or an L or ends with an A, I want the baby to be named after her."

"Okay." Dimitri agreed, knowing my reason why. He kissed the top of my head as he asked, "Middle names?" He suggested.

"Yup." I agreed.

Silence.

"Are we going to think of names now?" He questioned me.

"Dimitri, we have three more months. We have plenty of time. Besides, we have a back up name." I grinned.

"We do?" He asked, puzzled.

"Yup. Junior." I smiled at him and leapt of the bed to the mini fridge in the room. I looked inside it and was unsatisfied. I groaned and went to Lissa's room to raid her fridge instead.

I just barged into Lissa's room, ignoring Christian's protest about 'spoiling the mood.' Oh please, she's too moody to give it to him tonight anyway.

I looked in their fridge and smiled at the tub of Chocolate ice cream that was practically calling my name.

"Is there something wrong with your fridge Rose?" Christian sounds annoyed.

"Yup." I answered, popping the 'p'. "It's empty." I beamed at him.

"Then why didn't you go to the kitchen!" He screamed.

"That's too far." I complained and happily took the tub of ice cream and skipped out of the room and into my own.

~ADIAL~

8 Months Pregnant

Dimitri's family decided to stay with us until a few weeks after the babies are born, to offer a little help since all of us were completely hopeless.

I tried to carry Sonya's little baby a few times, you know, trying to get used to the feel of a baby in my arms. Once I carried her, she screamed. She kicked her little legs and cried her little lungs out. I quickly returned her to her mother and said aloud, "I think it's a boy."

Since we had a few extra pairs of hands around the house, Olena suggested that the guys have their own "Guy night" or whatever, to be relieved of the chaos of two very pregnant women. I think they decided to play video games or something. Christian may be a daddy soon but he still has the mentality of a child.

The guys retreated to the game room. Yes, there is a game room. Apparently Christian's boy-ish needs have to be attended to.

After a few hours of female bonding, I grew tired and bored so, I decided to crash guy's night.

I barged in there as they were playing some video game or something. All I know is that people/aliens/whatever those things are, are dying and there's the "PSHEW PEW PEWW PSHEW! ARGHHHH!" sound coming out from the speakers.

"Give me the controller." I demanded from Dimitri. He willingly passed it to me and I just pressed whatever buttons my thumbs touched.

"Are you guys okay with a female crashing guy's night?" Christian complained.

"They let you in didn't they?" I smirked as I practically felt him roll his eyes.

"How the hell do you play this game?" I demanded to know. I randomly pressed the buttons on the controller and killed everyone in sight.

"Damn it!" Christian exclaimed.

"He cursed! I must have done something right!" I celebrated.

"You just killed Christian." Eddie enlightened me.

"Too bad it's just in the video game." I grumbled.

Looks like Christian had like a billion lives or something because he keeps coming back to life. I had no idea what the hell I'm doing but Christian seems to hate it with a passion so I LOVE IT!

After pressing even more buttons randomly, the words GAME OVER came out in one of the split screens.

"Okay, what the hell happened?" I asked urgently, thinking it was mine. I was still pressing buttons though.

"You practically toasted Christian. He lost the game." Adrian told me, his full concentration still on the screen.

"I LOVE THIS GAME!" I exclaimed.

~ADIAL~

Dimitri and I were lying on the bed, retiring for the day and trying to have a conversation. Note the word trying.

"You smell nice." I told him, kissing his cheek.

"Is that why you keep sniffing me? And kissing me?" He asked, amused.

"Yup." I breathed in his scent.

"What do I smell like?" He asked, curious.

"Tacos."

He laughed even louder. He kissed the top of my head and said, "You smell nice too."

"Like what?" I pushed.

"Like donuts." He joked. I sat up, folded my arms and stared at him.

"I made you smell like something so tasty and I smell like a piece of bread with toppings?"

"I thought you love donuts." He defended himself.

"Yes, I do."

"Well, then you smell like chicken." He said.

"CHICKEN?" I exclaimed.

"Everyone loves chicken!" He argued.

"Not that girl in my third grade class!"

"Roza, I bet you can't even remember her name." He raised his eyebrow, daring me to remember.

"Well, I don't care." I lay back down.

Dimitri pulled me to his chest and said, "Well, I love you anyway. You smell exquisite, you look stunning…"

"And…" I pushed him on.

He laughed. "And I love you."

I grinned. "You still smell like tacos. But I love you too."

Silence.

"Your baby is kicking my bladder. I have to pee." I informed him.

He laughed and said, "Our baby's a good fighter even before he/she's born. I'm so proud."

~ADIAL~

A Few Hours Ago

"Dimitri, wake up." I nudged him.

"Urghpmh." He grumbled but didn't move.

"Dimitri!"

"No mama, I don't want to eat more oatmeal." He mumbled.

"DIMITRI!" I screamed into his ear.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" He automatically stood up, scanning the area. "Why is the bed wet?" He asked.

"Well, because of the baby."

"Rose, when I said 'If you have to go just go', I didn't literally mean go here. I meant hold it in till you get in the bathroom, seated on the thing and then go." He ran a hand through his hair.

"Dimitri, it's not pee." Honestly, you'd think he'd get it by now.

"Then what is it?" He seemed puzzled. "I may have three sisters but I don't know the works of the female body."

"Well, the baby's coming." I told him straight.

"I know. It's already nine months. You're due soon."

"Dimitri, my water broke." I told him straight to the point.

"But you didn't bring a water bottle in here."

How innocent can his mind be? "Dimitri! Focus! THE BABY IS COMING. RIGHT NOW."

"Now?" He looked shocked.

"Now."

"NOW?"

"Yes, Dimitri, NOW!"

He recovered from his initial shock and with lightning speed, he quickly ran around the room, grabbing necessities and threw on some T-shirt he found somewhere while I got ready to go out and bang on Lissa's door.

"Okay, let's go call Lissa and head to the hospital." He said in a rush, pulling me out the door.

I refused to move. "Roza, we have to go!"

"Dimitri, you forgot your pants."

He looked down. He searched around the room and quickly put a pair of grey pants. "Damn, these pants are getting tighter and tighter." He complained.

"Those are my pants."

"Oh."

He hurriedly located his own jeans and practically dragged me downstairs, banging on everyone's doors and screaming "THE BABY'S COMING! LET'S GO! WAKE UP AND LETS GO!"

I heard a lot of cuss words and grumbling as everyone, Christian, Lissa, Adrian, Eddie and the Belikov family, came rushing downstairs, ready to head to the hospital.

Poor little Paul ad Zoya was still half asleep and complained along the way. It was absolute chaos.

And after few hours, it brings us back to now.

~ADIAL~

"Breathe Roza, HEE WHOO HEE WHOO." Dimitri encouraged me.

"I AM BREATHING! HEEWHOOHEEWHOO!"

"Yes, I know love, but slowly. He-"

"TELL ME HEE WHOO ONE MORE TIME AND I WILL STOMP ON YOUR HEE WHOO." I threatened.

"Okay." He squeezed my hand and kissed the top of my head.

"WHEN IS THE DOCTOR COMING? I NEED TO GET THIS BABY OUT!"

"Relax, love. You need to be fully dilated first-"

"FULLY DILATED MY ASS!" Ironically, it is my ass that needs to be dilated. "IT HURTS!"

"Shh…" Dimitri stroked my hair.

"DON'T YOU SHUH ME!" I warned him.

"I'm sorry." He apologized.

Just then, the doctor came in. He checked on my progress and finally, finally said, "Okay, ready to push?"

"PUSH YOU OFF A CLIFF? HELL YES."

The doctor seemed amused. Why is he amused? I'm going to le push him off the stupid cliff. Lets make him go into labor and see how he feels!

"Okay, on the count of three, push okay? One…Two…Three!" He instructed.

I pushed as hard as I could. I gripped Dimitri's hand and I swear to God, he scrunched up his face in pain even if he denies it.

"One… two… three, push!"

I pushed once more.

"You're doing great, Roza." Dimitri encouraged me and kissed me on the head.

"On five, push okay?" The doctor instructed once again.

"FIVE? I THOUGHT YOU SAID THREE! WHAT A RIP OFF!"

The doctor ignored me and started counting, "One… two…"

"THREEFOURFIVE PUSHHHH!" I counted myself.

After a while, the doctor finally announced that he could finally see the baby's head.

"Okay Rose, just a little bit more!"

I pushed as hard as I could and after a few pushes, I could hear a baby's cry. I cried a tear when I heard our baby's little voice. I faced Dimitri who smiled his biggest smile.

"Our baby's here." He whispered to me.

"Yeah. Finally." I said quietly.

The nurse came over, with our bundle of joy in her arms and said, "Congratulations, it's a…"

Don't kill me! The votes for the baby's gender are in and well, what's a story without a cliffhanger? Muahahah!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter.

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