Disclaimer: I do not own most of the characters. They belong to Richelle Mead.

A knock at my door woke me from my sleep. Unfortunately it was one of the only times I'd dreamed without Adrian poking his nose around in it. He seemed fascinated in me for some reason that I couldn't figure out. When I asked him once, he told me it was because of my sexy body, but I don't think it's that. Well, maybe not just that.

When I reached the door and looked through the peephole, I cursed under my breath.

Adrian.

"I know you're there, Rose," he said. "Open up."

I didn't make any sound. I didn't even breath, trying to call his bluff. I stole another glance out into the hallway. He looked fine to me. He held the usual bottle of beer in his left hand, and tapped his foot impatiently.

"If you don't open the door, I'll just have to cause a ruckus until you do," he warned.

Again, I didn't move. He couldn't possibly know I was here. Suddenly he started shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Rose Hathaway loves Dim-"

I opened the door and yanked him in before he could finish. For obvious reasons, I didn't want it spread around, and from the smirk on his face I could tell he knew that. I looked out in the hallway again, and saw the person across the hall come out and look down the hall confused. When he went back into his room, I turned to Adrian.

"You idiot!" I said, furiously. "It's the middle of the night!"

He shrugged and smiled. "Just trying to keep things interesting."

"Next time you can keep things interesting in the middle of the day."

He smelled heavily of alcohol. Great he'd been drinking for a while

"You look sexy when you just wake up," he told me, his head cocked to the side.

I looked down. I was wearing a tank top, and oversized pyjama pants. Far from sexy in my opinion, but whatever floats his boat.

"What do you want Adrian?"

He ignored my question and continued on. "The pants that hang low on your hips. The tank top that shows your perfectly flat stomach." He walked closer. "The sex hair."

I shoved him back. "Don't start with me, Adrian. We both know who would win a fight if it started and I don't feel like breaking anything right now." Then, as an afterthought, "But I will."

"Relax," he said, throwing his hands in the air and backing up. A little. "Lissa sent me to get you."

"What were you doing in her room in the middle of the night?" I asked, fuming.

"Oh you know, this and that," he said, waving it away. "That's beyond the point. The point is that she wants to talk to you. But I'm sure she could wait a little longer if you wanted to stay with me…"

"Shut-up, Adrian. But why did she send you? Why didn't she come herself?" I asked already grabbing more appropriate clothes to change into.

"Your boyfriend's stationed outside, ready to keep her in, and others out."

"How did you get out then?" And more importantly, how was I supposed to get in?

He sprawled out on the bed. "I wasn't actually there."

I threw one of my shoes at him, which he managed to duck just in time. "It's one thing for you to be snooping around in my dreams, but I refuse to have you snooping around in Lissa's. And if I hear you've been in her head again, I'll snap your neck."

He chuckled, as I slid into the bathroom to change.

"Oh yeah," he shouted from the bed. "She told me to tell you that she's a floor up and two rooms to the right of you. Sounds to me like you're going to have to scale the building."

He was right. And I was in no mood to scale any buildings today. I was in a hurry. Who knows how long it took Adrian to get this message to me. He was in Lissa's dreams, so he hadn't been drinking then, but he reeked of beer now.

I threw the door open, and in my rush, ran right into Adrian. His hands fell to my waist and rubbed them roughly.

"Please stay with me, Rose," he said, words slurring together.

I can only imagine how much alcohol it took for Adrian to get this drunk.

I shoved him again, but this time he didn't give up so easily. He pushed me onto the bed, and pinned me there. He weighed more than I did, and I was badly positioned to get him off.

"Come on, Rose! I just want one little kiss."

"Fuck you!"

He moved to kiss me, giving me the leverage I needed to flip him off, onto the floor. He hit it hard, and I tied his hands and legs together, so he wouldn't hurt anyone else in his state.

I looked at his pathetic body laying there, and shook my head. He was usually better in control than this. What could have upset him?

I didn't have time to think about it. Instead, I opened the back door, and went out onto the balcony. I climbed onto the railing, and jumped to reach the balcony above me. I hauled myself up and jumped over two more to the right.

I knocked softly on the door. "Lissa? Are you there?"

The door opened and she pulled me in, motioning for me to stay quiet. She pointed to the door. I nodded. Adrian had told me Dimitri was outside.

What took you so long? she mouthed.

I rolled my eyes. Adrian, I mouthed back.

She picked up the complimentary notepad that was sitting on the desk and stared at it for a long time.

Is everything okay? I mouthed at her.

She glanced up meekly and blushed a deep red. She held out the notepad. I noticed her hands were shaking. I reached out and took it.

There were a lot written on the page, although most of it was crossed out. Finally, I reached the part she obviously wanted me to read.

It said: I'm pregnant.

A/N - I'm hoping to incorporate some action and Rose/Dimitri romance into this story. I don't want it to be a sappy pregnancy story. In fact, it should only be a small part of the story. So if the pregnancy thing isn't your style, no worries. It shouldn't stay that way for long.

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