GUARDIAN ANGEL | Vampire Academy Fanfiction | Rose & Dimitri |

| Chapter 9 | ❤️

There was no house more cheerful than the Belikovs. They were going for a picnic in the park today and everyone was enthusiastic—well, except the son. Dimitri believed this was going to led him straight to disaster. So he did what he did best:

"No, Dimka. You are not staying behind. This is a family picnic," Olena said seriously as she organized all the food into the basket on the counter. "You're insane to think that I'd let you weasel your way out of this."

Dimitri suppressed a groan and sighed. "Mama, I would ruin the picni—"

"Ruin?" she said, "You don't have to ruin anything, my son. All I need you to do is try."

Then a strong heavy hand patted his back. He immediately knew who it was. With gritted teeth, he closed his eyes for a moment. Randall smiled at his son and asked, "Don't we all want a happy family, Dimitri?"

Dimitri kissed his mother on the cheek and replied, "I'll see you when you get back home, mama."

"Dim—"

"Let him stay," Yeva intervened, walking into the kitchen. Her sharp wise eyes burning a hole through Randall's. The man shifted uncomfortably. He forced a smile to his face to the old woman. 

Dimitri had to admit that his dear old grandmother was his favorite person in the house right now. She knew what he knew. He silently thanked his grandmother who sat down on a chair, her cold gaze never leaving Randall. 

Olena sighed and said, "Mama, please." Her brown eyes begged her mother to at least try. But she was met with disappointment and nodded in acceptance. "Very well. I shall see you both later." She kissed her mother's cheek and her son's, handing the basket to Randall.  The rest of the family left, leaving Dimitri with his grandmother.

She leaned back into her chair and said, "There is a girl in your life."

"She's not the one. . ." he replied, thinking of a certain raven-haired woman who he had not contacted as frequently as he used to and he didn't plan on contacting her anytime soon. "I haven't talked to her in awhile."

She raised her brow at him and said, "Not that one. . ."

He frowned, about to ask: what do you mean. But then he thought of someone. Could it be? Could she? He swallowed and looked at her unsure. She returned the look and continued, "You know very well who I'm talking about, Dimka."

He stuffed his hands into his pockets and asked, "You can see her?"

Since when? he wanted to ask badly.

She took out a book and started flipping through the pages.                         "I saw her in the garden with you."

He nodded. He glanced around the room, hoping that Rose wasn't here. His grandmother was really good at surprising people. He wondered what else did she see. Then her gaze averted to the wristwatch he was wearing. She looked up at him and asked, "I take it that you did not choose that. . ."

"It was a gift."

"From her?"

He sighed and said, "The only one."

Yeva nodded and spoke, "The whole family invited Natasha to the reunion. She'll arrive tomorrow. They expect you to propose to her."

"Propose?"

"Why, yes. You seemed very serious with her and trust me, my boy, she expects it as well. I say you prepare a speech if you don't plan on proposing to her."

Oh, how his grandmother knew him so well. . .

Dimitri let out a deep breath and asked, "What about you? What do you think?"