Okay people, I just realized that I put up the wrong story. I was going to put up one about Rose and Dimitri as humans and there is a bunch of different twists and stuff. There is no OOC at all, but a different way of things. So, I am going to put a pole up on my profile. Please vote on whether you want me to do that story, this one, or both at a very slow pace. Thanks for understanding. Please review!

"Will you marry me?"

Chapter 2

RPOV

"Yes."

I could have said something more original, but that was the first word that came to mind.

The only thing? He didn't hear me. Dimitri was still sitting in front of me with the ring box held open and an anxious expression on his face.

"Roza…?" He said quietly.

My eyes widened. "YES! Yes, of course!" I felt tears roll down my face and I wiped the away with the sheet so they would go unnoticed. However, nothing ever went unnoticed by Dimitri. His nose trailed from my eyes all the way down to my lips. He pressed his own to mine and I bit his lip in the process. He smiled under my lips and his tongue attacked my own. Before I could crush my ribs, he pulled away, leaving me gasping for air.

He cradled my head in the place between his neck and his shoulder and stroked my hair softly.

"Roza… Thank you," he whispered.

Before I could ask him why he was thanking me, he slid the ring into my ring finger on my left hand. I examined it curiously, wondering if he knew what I was in to. He definitely knew.

The ring was about the width of my pinky and just as long in height. On both sides, it was flanked with smaller diamonds with a slightly blue tint. It was all wrapped around a silver band that fit perfectly onto my finger.

I gasped. My fingers involuntarily touched the middle diamond carefully; it was so beautiful. Dimitri was still holding onto my left hand and slid his fingers all the way up my arm to my shoulder. I leaned forward and gently touched his lips to mine.

"It's what you want? Because if it isn't, we can go back and get you a different one-"

I put my fingers to his lips. "It's perfect. Now shut up so I can admire it more," I commanded.

We sat in silence for a good hour with me in his arm and a few kisses here and there. I repeatedly looked at the ring and shifted it around to catch it in the light. The glimmer that shot off the chunk of diamond was like the sun. Dimitri started covering his eyes once in a while every time I did that for emphasis.

Before I knew what was happening, a nurse entered the room, snapping on gloves and looking down. "So, Dimitri, how is Rose toda- oh."

Dimitri pulled me close to him, cradling me against him.

"Well, considering, our conversation over the last hour or two, I would say she's better than ever," he said quietly.

I could disagree with that. My head was pounding violently and every time I moved, it took a great amount of effort not cry out from my broken ribs.

The nurse turned to me. "Now, how do you really feel?"

"Slightly unwell," I answered dramatically. I put the back of my hand to my forehead and leaned back, feinting fainting. (I love that pair of words, don't you?)

The nurse chuckled. "Well, I have to check you out anyway. Dimitri, if you wouldn't mind getting off the bed for a moment, that would be great," she said sarcastically.

I liked this chick. She was my kind of person. She was attractive with her short blonde hair and gray eyes, but she had a way that she talked that kept me going.

Dimitri slid off the hospital bed and my arms yearned for him as soon as they felt their loss. The whole process of taking my blood pressure and all of that crap was long and irritating. But the nurse made it entertaining by cracking a joke every now and then.

When the needle came out, I freaked. It was basically twice the width of my arm. When she pressed it against my skin, I screamed and Dimitri comforted me by wrapping his arm around mine and entwining our fingers together. The process was long and painful, but I kept calm throughout almost the entire thing. Almost.

"Well," exclaimed the nurse. "We're all done here. And unfortunately, that means…" She looked slowly at Dimitri.

It took me a moment to process what she was saying. When I realized, my eyes widened and I grabbed onto Dimitri's chest. "No! You can't make him leave!"

The nurse glanced at me for a moment before biting her lip and turning away. She picked her cell phone out of her pocket beneath her lab coat and started talking in some other language… German, maybe?

She hung up about a minute later and as I was about to say something, she glared at me. We sat in silence for about five minutes with Dimitri's arms around me. My heart beat madly and Dimitri hummed for a little before the nurse glared at him as well. He stopped abruptly and I had to hold back a smile.

The phone rang very suddenly, making me jump. The nurse picked up the phone and started talking in German again. She nodded to herself a lot of the time and closed her eyes once. She sighed heavily and nodded again. With a final statement, she closed the phone and Dimitri held me again.

"Well, they're holding an in place trial. All the families are to get together and decide to let you stay or make you leave."

I gaped at her. "Seriously? You can do that?"

"I'm kind of related to Tatiana. I have privileges that others don't."

"We're bringing up an entire trial just for me?" Dimitri said with no expression on his face.

"We had to do a second trial to decide what to do with Dashkov anyway. We might as well do this as well," the nurse explained.

"Dashkov?" Dimitri and I gasped at the same time.

"Yes," she said solemnly. "They're definitely putting him in prison, but they have to decide which one," she said.

I put my head on Dimitri's shoulder but picked it back up immediately for my head started hurt.

"Can I leave now?" I asked.

She shook her head. You have to stay here for at least another week. A human would be in here for a month, but since you're a dhampir, this is the best I can give you," she sighed.

"And… can Dimitri stay too?" I asked.

She frowned. "I don't know. I will have to consult Kirova on that one. However, he can stay for now, I suppose. Just as long as they don't know you're awake."

With that she left, bringing an entire cart of medical crap with her. I turned to Dimitri and sighed.

"It's okay, Roza. It'll all be fine. They only need half the jury to say yes, and all the families have to consult within themselves. The Ozera's and Dragomir's will say yes, obviously and the Badica's owe us. I was friends with my charge's brother way back when and he will convince his family. You can convince Adrian and that is five already. The rest will just go by what they think is right. Hopefully, more than one will vote yes for us."

I wanted to smile at his confidence. Yes, we already had five votes if I could get Adrian to say yes, but that didn't mean that everybody else would. In addition, Tatiana would not say yes, and she could either even it out or bring her one up.

Tears leaked from my eyes. I tried to wipe them away quickly but Dimitri beat me to the punch. His lips trailed along my face and I froze in shock. Dimitri was never this… romantic! They opened slightly and glided up and down my cheek. His hand reached up and touched my other cheek and I couldn't help but lean into it.

"Ah, Roza," he murmured against my face. "You don't know how much I love you."

His other hand ran all the way down to my waist and played with the string of my sweatpants that somebody must have gotten for me. I let out a little whimper and my hands that were clutching his shirt went limp. His touch that engulfed me just three weeks ago had not lost its magic at all. My fingers twitched towards his jeans, but I restrained myself as best as I could.

A shiver rolled down my spine and Dimitri's fingers drifted an inch lower. I shook my head but instinctively, I leaned forward, searching for more. Dimitri chuckled and released me.

"Not the time, Roza. Maybe… in a week, if I get off. And if not then, at court when you move there with Vas- Lissa."

"Not necessarily," a voice interrupted. I didn't recognize her at first. She was ragged as defeated, just as any mother would be if her daughter was in the hospital. "Because you see, if Dimitri is fired, you are expelled, Roza."

I hissed. Dimitri grabbed onto me again and glared at my mother. "Then we'll make sure that doesn't happen," he promised.

"But for now," she continued as if she hadn't heard him. "You are no longer aloud to go anywhere near her, Belikov. You must stay in the detention center until your trial comes."

"No!" I cried out.

Why the fuck did she have to be my mother?