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| The next night... |

Pain. She could feel it all over her body even as she slept. That only made sleep all the more difficult for her. Why did she feel pain? She didn't know. She knew only that her duvets were soft and her pillows were cool, embracing her. The mattress was filled with soft feathers and sang to her aching bones. She didn't need to know anything but sleep at this point. Though, unfortunately, sleep was abandoning her. Svetlana tossed and turned a bit until she jerked upwards, her eyes snapping open. She brought the back of her wrist to her brow to wipe away the sweat that had seemingly formed as she slept, which was strange considering how peaceful her sleep was. She blinked slowly and yawned, looking to see her surroundings. It took a moment to realize that she wasn't in her train car; She was in Dmitri's. But, why?

A few moments' pause allowed her to recall the events that transpired before she had fallen asleep...

She could remember quite clearly now. She had gone to tell Dmitri first that she carried his child in her womb. She'd seen him intimately with Evelyn and gotten upset before taking off and unintentionally locking herself in her train car with her brother. Sebastian... All those awful things he said to her. Her body ached still, his beating resonating throughout her. She recalled Sugar, confused. Sebastian tried to take her but Robert and Dmitri refused. Robert out of care for the child, Dmitri more for the money she brought in. Sugar wanted to go with Sebastian, unwilling to believe that he had hurt Svetlana or said such cruel words to her. However, upon seeing Dmitri carrying the bruised and passed out woman to his car... She just wanted to be alone. The poor child. Not even all the balloon animals and silly faces in the world could cheer her up now.

Svetlana's heart ached for the poor child, upset that she had to go through that. But Sugar still had a family nonetheless. Nearly everyone adored the small child and she was never without attention or affection. However, none of that explained why she was in Dmitri's train car. She was still mad at him. As she thought back a little harder she could remember fading in and out of consciousness, feeling his hands gently rubbing her body with lotion. She could hear Belle's voice, probably instructing him. She couldn't stop herself from smiling at the image she pictured of Belle teaching Dmitri how to care for a pregnant woman. It was tickling. It didn't help her stay mad at him either. It made her want to curl up in bed with him and drink tea while she listened to him talk.

She sighed as she heaved herself out of the bed and ambled over to the vanity. She looked ghastly. Her face and sides were now dark with the blue and purple of the bruises, standing out in am ugly fashion against her alabaster complexion. She shook her head and shakily took a seat, grabbing Dmitri's brush and running it through her hair absently.