HEY guys! It's been almost a year since I've posted up Siren. Here's the continuation and summary:

VA belongs to Richelle Mead.

It's almost been a year since Rose and Dimitri have last seen each other. Rose's and Christian's wedding has been postponed because of the baby she's carrying. Lissa's and Dimitri's wedding is getting closer to date. What happens when rose shows up again? Will Dimitri fight for Rose? Especially when they are on the brink of war?

Rpov:

I sighed, looking out the window of my room. The guards were patrolling the area, looking as if they have sticks up there asses. I sighed and leaned against the window sill. I heard rustling and I knew Christian just came in.

"Hey Rose," he said a bit sullenly.

Things have changed and the once barely happy castle was now full on strain full. Things were tense and the mood was grim. Everyone was always on tense, especially with me. Word got out and everyone thinks my baby belongs to Christian. There were protests about it; us having a kid before marriage. Christian's parents were appalled and now their household was just like ours. Tasha was ecstatic to be an aunt, but she already knew it wasn't Christian's son. But, she was like a sister. To make things worse, Tasha and Pavel have gotten married. The lower class didn't object, they cheered and some of the higher class, saying it was a good image and it would bring more support. However, her parents weren't too fond of him.

I'm supposed to live at Christian's home, but since my father is the Triton, we get to stay here, especially since we're not getting married, ever. If I thought the protests about my baby was bad, it was worse when they found out about the cancelation. Apparently many royals were expecting it and since they never liked me, they thought I slept around a lot.

I turned around, looking at Christian. This had taken a toll on Christian and even though I encourage him to leave, he still stays by my side.

I sighed; it's not fair. He doesn't have to pay for my mistakes and decisions.

He took a look at me and frowned. I shrugged at him and turned away.

"You know, it's my decision to stay by your side,"

I sighed, not this again.

"I know I don't have to, regardless of what our parents say. I'm not going to allow that kid to be raised without a father. No romantic feelings have to get in the way. We could be two best friends who share a baby," he said, nudging me. I cracked a smile. "Besides, once we're married, I'll even let you have a lover, a mister." He winked.

I laughed.

Christian is my rock and knows exactly what to say.

"I doubt that. I don't think my parents are too fond of the idea of me being the topic of the villagers' rumors. I don't think they'll appreciate another scandal from me. Besides, I'm on lockdown." I grumbled.

He hugged me to him; his blue tail swishing next to my red one.

I looked down as a silk clothe covered my shoulders and my stomach. There were stories about births, but I never heard one about giving birth to a human baby. I grimaced at the pain I'll be going through. I've heard human stories with my time with Lissa. They are lucky; I don't know why they complain about birth. Our type is three times more painful.

I shuddered.

"What's wrong?" Christian asked, feeling my shiver.

"Birth," I said simply, grimacing.

He chuckled and I turned around, glaring.

He raised his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes at him and smiled.

After a moment, he broke the silence.

"You've been down ever since you've came back." he said quietly.

I shrugged again. "I loved him, Christian. I never should've gone up there. Now you're here stuck in a loveless marriage." I grumbled.

He shrugged. "I rather marry my best friend rather than some rich royal snob," he snorted.

That didn't make me feel better.

Despite my protests about involving Christian, my parents and his parents think it's still a good idea to continue on with the marriage. I dread the arrival of this baby; she's not going to know her real father. I'm prohibited to ever go back up. After she's born, the marriage planning will start and then the wedding will commence. No matter what, though, I will love this kid forever. She will come first above everyone else. Fuck what they all say. They get no say in my baby's matters. That's my limit.

I'm almost due and since we don't count the days down here; I'm screwed. It could happen anytime.

I sighed and turned around; Christian was on the bed; staring at the ceiling. My heart ached, I put him through this.

I swam over and lay down, closing the clam that was illuminating the room. He automatically turned and spooned me to him, laying his head on my shoulder. It was a friendly gesture.

His hand caressed my stomach, rubbing it. I smiled as she kicked.

"She's the only thing that brings you joy," he whispered.

I nodded. "So do you; you're always by my side no matter how many times I scream at you to go away."

He grimaced; no doubt remembering those days.

We fell silent and in a few moments; we fell asleep.

Weeks passed and with every passing day; I'm feeling more uncomfortable by the minute.

I cringed as I woke up, feeling a cramp.

"Are you alright?" Christian asked; a slight edge of hysteria in his voice.

I rolled my eyes; I've been getting cramps and he keeps freaking out every day. He thinks it's about to happen every time I have a cramp.

"I'm fine, all good so far. I just wish she hurries the hell up. She's heavy as fuck," I groaned, sitting up.

He chuckles, though it's a little strained.

He helped me up. Even though we can float, it's still hard when the middle of your body is bringing you down.

I quickly ran a brush through my hair, smoothing it down. Chris rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand; dragging me to breakfast.

We slowly swam towards the dining hall. We hated coming here every day and three times a day. Our parents always had dinner and breakfast together now, since the baby is about to arrive any day now. You'd think they would be gushing over the fact that their granddaughter is about to be born, but no, they're more excited about our wedding.

They always pester us with questions about the wedding and to add more to my increasing anger, they always refer to my baby as "it."

We sat down on the high golden stump/ chairs. Chris sat down by my side as always while our parents were in front of us, my parents of course, at the head of the table. I sighed in relief as I saw Tasha and Pavel sitting in front of me instead of our parents.

She gave me a grin.

"Damn, it's been a while!" I exclaimed, grinning.

She nodded. "It has, I haven't been able to see much of you since the wedding. How's it going on here?" she asked, though I heard some strain and sympathy in her voice, along with anger.

I knew that she hated the force of our marriage as much as we do. She was angry and things have been strained with her parents ever since she found out about the force and her own marriage. They still don't approve and Tasha tries to see little of them as possible. Instead of living in the palace with her parents, she moved in with Pavel in a shabby, but cozy home near his parents.

"Talk, scandals, rumors." I said, smirking.

I saw our mothers tense.

Tasha smirked. "Really?"

I nodded. "Rumor has it that some royal 'downgraded' because of her partner." I shrugged. "I've seen the home; it's not bad. I would actually live in one," From the corner of my eye, I saw my mother glaring dagger at me. "I mean, it's private and homey and near their family. I think that's all that matters. That's what you call true love, not something petty and forced," I said, placing the napkin over my lap.

Tasha hid a smile behind her glass, while Pavel snickered.

Chris smirked and turned to me.

"Do you know where? I'm really curious now," he said, feigning interest. He turned to Tasha. "Can you see if any are available? I would like to see one. These houses do seem lovely," he said, grinning.

We all hid our snickers.

"Of course, I would!" Tasha exclaimed. We ignored her mother, who made a strangled sound. "I'll tell you in any are available."

We nodded, smiling at each other.

To tell you the truth, I would move into one of those houses. I'm tired of being royal; of people looking down at every mistake you make, people starting rumors, and the rule of no privacy around here.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Abe said, looking at us sternly.

He knew what we were doing, but I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction.

"Why not?" Christian asked innocently.

"Christian." His father warned,

He shrugged him off.

I hid my surprise as Abe hesitated.

"It's not safe," he said.

"Why not?" I repeated, urging him on.

"Because I say so," he grit out.

I opened my mouth, but closed it as the servants came out, serving our breakfasts. We're more careful now, adding to the tension in the palace. You never know who can be hearing.

Breakfast was tense and that was an understatement. No one talked and it wasn't like it used to be where we would all be laughing and joking.

The four of us headed upstairs and I glared as one of my father's personal guards eyes us. He was no doubt in charge of keeping an eye on us. He was the first to break eye contact and I smiled smugly as we continued.

"Poor guard," Pavel joked, no doubt seeing the 'confrontation'.

I shrugged. "Nosy bastard shouldn't be looking at me that way. It was like he was looking down at me, me of all people." I scoffed.

It didn't bother me due to the fact that I was of social status. No, it bothered me because he used to be friendly with me and now he turned like the rest of them. He's one of those who believe in rumors and what other people have to say about me. Fuck society and their rules.

I immediately headed to me bed and I floated down onto it while Tasha watched me in amusement.

I patted the spot next to me, which she complied.

"How are you holding up?" she asked as I laid my shoulder on her head.

I shrugged. "As fine as I can be when everyone is looking down at you, turned their backs on you, and being locked up."

She chuckled. "Sorry," she whispered.

"It's okay." I said quietly.

Christian and Pavel left, no doubt going to Christian's office next door.

I sighed.

"We're looking for a place for you guys," Tasha said lowly.

"You are?" I said, just as low, thought I did want to exclaim about it.

She nodded. "Do you think I'm going to let my niece grow up with all this tension?" she asked; a faint smile on her face.

I scoffed. "And here I thought it was for me," I joked.

She rolled her eyes.

"What have you found?"

"Well, we're trying to be discreet." She started.

I snorted. "How's that working out for you guys?"

"Not that great," she growled.

No doubt her parents were also keeping an eye on her.

"That's why Sydney's helping out." she said, excitedly.

I looked at her warily; she knows something.

"Continue," I said slowly.

"Well, seeing as she's almost isolated from society because of her relationship, she has more access; especially since she hasn't visited you once."

I frowned, ignoring the pang of hurt I felt. I have noticed that.

"Don't worry," she soothed. "We thought it was best as we tried to spell out the outcome and Adrian was correct," she informed frowning.

I hid my surprise. "The house, Tasha," I urged.

"Right. Well, let's see. Since you know about Adrian's visits, Sydney goes to meet him somewhere to 'pick him up'. On the way there and back, they look for places available. We found one, but Adrian insisted to wait. He didn't like them apparently. We waited, much to Christian's annoyance. Well, a house did turn up. It's her neighbor's house. It's bigger than most and in good conditions. I checked it out and found out that it had conditions to get bigger. Adrian checked out Sydney's and said it was in great condition too."

"Meaning we can combine the space," I murmured, thinking.

She smiled. "Exactly."

Slowly, a smile came up on my face. This was the best news and hope I had in a long time. Finally, a chance to get out of this hell hole my father calls 'home.'

Short chapter, I know. Next one will be longer. Please review!