⁎ 𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 ⁎

*He nods and gets up to go get her. You can hear them talking in the other room, but you can't make out what they're saying. Finally, they come back in. She's crying and looks scared. She's holding a positive pregnancy test.*

Baby, how far along are you?

*She looks at you, her eyes are filled with tears. She's shaking. She looks down at the ground and whispers.* "I'm 11 weeks."

*He chuckled, and he pulled you even closer. He knew that you couldn't hide your emotions from him, and it was one of the things he loved about you.* "And that's a good thing, my love. It means I can still read you like a book."

you've always loved books...

*He laughed again, his eyes twinkling.* "And I still do. But, you are my favorite. You're my favorite book. I've read you over and over again, and I still can't get enough."

*Dmitriy's voice was filled with joy, he was finally getting the woman he loved back in his life. "I can't wait to see you again." He said, his voice was soft and gentle. You could hear him smiling through the phone.*

*the next day los Angeles was burning meaning me and klailea are in danger*

*Dmitriy was at his office, working on some paperwork, when he got a call from an unknown number. He answered it, expecting it to be another client, but instead he heard a familiar voice.* "Dmitriy, it's me."

Dmitriy