Well, Here's Chapter two. Oh, and if any of you are Sookie Stackhouse fans then check out my story "Trust Me". I'm about to update in sometime next week. I've been feeling really inspired lately.

I looked around the foyer of the Ozera house. It was big and a deep caramel color with two large windows and a large glass door. By the stairs there was a grand piano and pictures. Most of them consisted of scenery pictures, but there was a few exceptions of family portraits, many obviously not from this generation. (Or this century for that matter.)

I looked over at Christian, who was holding my suitcase. The limo ride here was silent. We hadn't bothered even planning a honeymoon, because it was not needed, at all. Even as that thought skirted through my mind, I gingerly touched my fingers to my lips, remembering the kiss at the wedding, and the heat that came with it. When I saw Christian staring at me I dropped my hand and acted like I wasn't thinking about kissing him again.

"So, umm, where do I sleep?"

He motioned with his fingers for me to follow him up the stairs. I complied, hurrying quickly behind him, to keep up with his brisk pace.

We Finally reached the top after what felt like ten minutes. I was winded. "How do you do this everyday?," I asked him in between pants.

He just shrugged. "You get used to it quick. Besides, how do you think I have such an amazing butt?" I just smiled and shook my head. When he bent over to pick my suitcase I snuck a peek, (Hey, he is my husband after all!) and saw he was right. He does have a nice butt.

We walked through three hallways Till we finally reached a large set of oak double doors with a plaque above it that read "East Wing."

Once inside it I could see it was like a mini version of the house. There was a foyer, a den, a small bathroom, a kitchen, a formal dining room, a "sitting room"-as he called it- and a family room.

At the end of the foyer there was a gold colored spiral staircase. Once up the stairs there was a long hallway. At the end of it there was another set of double doors, only these were glass, instead of oak. Behind the glass there was a curtain, hiding the contents of the room.

Lining the hall was six doors, four of which were bathrooms, two being bathrooms. I was in awe. The "wing" alone was bigger than my small two story apartment I lived in with my mom. This was probably bigger than most family houses.

"You guys must be loaded," I said, shock sounding in my voice. Christian just shrugged.

"Were well of," he said modestly. I rolled my eyes. "Right. Well off. So, which one is my room?"

He led me down the hall to the glass doors. Inside was the most beautiful room I had ever seen. It was entirely adorned in gold and brown, with a bed suspended from the ceiling with wires and a gold dresser. Above the dresser was a large gold mirror with various designs etched into it. There was a door off to the side which was open, reveling a large bathroom. On the other side were (yet another!) set of double doors, apparently oak, but smaller than the wing's entrance doors. I toured in there and discovered a room almost identical to this one, bathroom and all. But this one had a balcony, over looking the Montana wilderness.

I turned to see Christian setting down my suitcase.

"Oh, so this is my room?"

"Yeah."

"Wow"

Christian laughed. "Your obviously not used to living in the lap of luxury."

"Obviously," I mimicked.

"Well, get used to it. No matter whether we like it or not- your with me for the next ten years." We both sighed.

With that he left, leaving me alone in my room. I sat down on my hanging bed. Why me? Why do I have to throw away my future to some man I don't even like? What did I ever do? This is the reason I don't believe in God, I thought resentfully. Then I started to cry.

I have only cried a few times since I was old enough to control my self, one of those times was when I found out my father had cancer. Another time was when he died. I hadn't really cried since then. I've had tears in my eyes, but I never let them run. Well, my record was gone now. At least I have a reason to cry though. As I heard Christian getting ready for bed on the other side of the wall I tried to control my sobs. When that failed I just put a pillow to my mouth to quiet them.

"Rose. Rose, wake up. It's me. You really need to get up."

When I opened my eyes his face was right there. I jumped back in surprise. "Oh my God! Do not do that again!"

He doubled over in laughter. When he finally got himself under control and wiped away the tears of laughter forming in his eyes crossed his arms. "Well geeze Darling, I was just trying to wake you up."

I glared at him. "Well Dear, your face is not the most delightful thing to wake up to in the morning." He stuck his tongue out at me. "Come on Rosie, giddy on up." I rolled my eyes and slid my body out from under the covers. I looked down at my pillow. It was laced with mascara darkened tears.

I walked over to the large mirror that hung over my dresser. I was a mess. I had mascara streaks running down my face and my eyes were blood shot. My cheeks were blotchy and I could smell my breath from inside my mouth. Gross. I ran to the place Christian put down my suit case, but it was no where in sight. "Where is it?," I asked, panicked.

He pointed to and almost invisible outline on the wall. "Your dressy cloths are hanging in the closet. Your pajamas, older shirts, jeans, and undergarments are in the dresser. All your beatifying products are in the bathroom over there." He pointed to the door of the adjoining bathroom. Then I thought about all the items he just named.

"I don't know if I should thank you for putting away my stuff or slap you for touching my underwear."

"Hey, hey, hey Rosie. It's our underwear now." I could tell how hard it was for him to hold back his laugh.

"Great. When you want to wear my thongs you can touch them. Until then, keep your hands off."

"Okay, I'll make you a deal. I won't touch them if you walk around in one for a little while. Model for me." He winked.

"Touch them all you want." I wasn't sure if the disgust in my voice was real or if I just wanted it to be real.

"Darn." He smiled and walked out.

Maybe this whole marriage thing wouldn't be so bad if everyday was like this. I knew in my head it wasn't, but a girl could dream, right?