A/N: So today when my boyfriend was pushing me around Kmart in a shopping trolley, this is what I was doing. Imaging and writing a life where Dimitri isn't Rose's true love. Here is what I think life would be like if Rose and Dimitri were no longer, and Mason took his place.

This spin off is continuing from Last Sacrifice.

Rose's POV.

Life had been pretty good since I've restored Dimitri from being Strigoi. He'd sat down with me and we talked about our options. On a not so light note, we agreed that life together was nearly impossible. There'd been a lot of tears and heartbreak, but we both accepted our parting of ways and moved on.

He'd told me first when I started seeing a woman called Natarcia a little over six months after that. I met her and thought they were really compatible. She was an earth user Moroi so he'd eventually get the family he wanted with her.

What about me you may be asking? I found Mason. He'd always been there and I'd always loved him, deep down. Being with Mason hadn't exactly been easy, but it was a walk in the park compared to what I went through with Dimitri.

Lissa wasn't even surprised when Mason and I had told her that we were an item. There'd been a glint her eye and she'd informed me that my attraction to Mason had been evident and my aura showed it. Eddie and Christian on the other hand, were I'm shock for a while but quickly accepted us.

As I mentioned earlier, being with Mason hadn't been an easy trot. About seven months after we announced our relationship to the world, we'd discovered that I was pregnant, one of the many surprise side effects of being shadow kissed. Needless to say Mason and I were astounded, yet overjoyed with the prospect of becoming parents.

That was ripped away from us though, at ten and a half weeks pregnant; just three weeks after being told my life was about to change for the better, I woke at the early hours of the morning to major bleeding and extreme pains. I was rushed to the Court hospital and informed that I had lost my baby. The blow, even over a year later, still feels raw as it did when we first got told. Dealing with the pain of losing a child was not easy in a couple who'd not even been together a year, we would often go into our own little worlds of what would have been. I'd talked to him about how we'd both do that and expressed my concerns on how it isn't healthy for us. He agreed and whenever we felt like shutting off, we would tell the other and we'd do something together to take our minds off it.

I'd closed some of the gaping wound by getting a tribute tattoo to my angel in the sky. Etched into the left side of my hip was the words 'seventy three days', which is how far into my pregnancy I'd been. My child would be a little over three months old today, which had Mason's eyes welling up with tears when I pointed it out. I hadn't done it cause more pain, I just said it as I realized it and kind of wished I hadn't said anything.

At a little group for couples in the same situation, we were told that deciding on a name for our little would help ease the pain of our loss. I informed Mase that I was sure our child would have been a boy and we decided on naming him Wyatt.

I hoped we would have a baby one of these days, not as to replace the one we lost; but to experience parenthood. Nothing could replace our angel. Not a day goes by when I don't think about him and what he would have looked like. I would hope he'd have Mason's freckles and red hair, whereas on the other hand, Mase had hoped the baby would have my eyes and smile.

So there you guys have it! Please review your thoughts and/or concerns.

Also, please note that the next chapter will be in Mason's Point of View, and it will be describing his survival in Spokane.