A/N: Okay I'm going to take a stab at it and continue this one-shot into another story. But I want it to be a contrast to my other story so expect this to be very fluffy. : )

This is the morning after Rose and Dimitri's 'hook up'. I'm experimenting around because I'm unsure of what to write next. Also I'm a huge fan of the band Snow Patrol so you may see bits of their lyrics here and there...

I would like to send a special shout out to:

roseskyangel

Nefertiti6591 (extra shout for the story request)

gracefish21

Twilighternproud

olivia williams

Thank you so much for reviewing the last chapter. I'll now write lemons in the future thanks to you guys. : )

And with that taken care of, this chapter is dedicated to all the non-lemon readers. I hope you like it.


DPOV

I opened my eyes to find myself standing in the hallway of a house I didn't recognize. As I started walking I noticed my foot steps made soft clacks as it echoed off the dark stained wooden floors. I stopped in front of a set of white-trimmed, frosted-glass french doors. They were slightly cracked open and a small ray of light was peaking through signaling that the lights were on inside the room. I gently gripped the handles and pushed the doors open. I took an intake of breath at what I saw before me.

On a large king sized bed lay my Roza. Her limbs were splayed across the entire bed. Her eyes were closed and her face was smooth and serene as if she didn't have a care in the world. I dragged my eyes across her body. Her chest was slowly rising and falling as I heard soft snores escaped from her mouth. And then I gazed in awe at her very large swollen belly. Roza was pregnant. I distantly wondered who the father was and wished it was me-or if it was, how that was even possible. On her left ring finger, gleamed a wedding band and I silently prayed it was me that put that ring there.

I stopped my assessment of her as I sensed a rustling to the left of the bed. I walked closer into the room and peered over to where the noise came from. Tucked against the side of Rose lay the small frame of a sleeping boy. He looked to be around the age of three. He had medium length dark brown hair that was the carbon copy of Rose's. His facial features look similar to mine when I was that age, yet in this unconscious state he looked so much like Rose. He started to squirm in his sleep. Without thinking I strode over to him and rubbed small circles into his back. His restlessness ceased as a small smile formed on his lips. He snuggled closer into Rose while cuddling a light golden brown teddy bear that was wrapped up in his arms. From the looks of it, that bear had gone through death and back from overuse.

A strange sound came from the other side of Rose. I walked over to the other side of the bed to see a baby monitor was placed on the night stand. Another strange sound came from it and I instantly recognized the sound. It was a baby crying. I swiftly turned the monitor off as to not wake Roza and the boy. I grabbed it and quietly left the room, gently closing the doors in the process.

Somehow I knew exactly where to go to find the crying infant. As I walked back down the hallway I noticed the walls were covered in framed photographs. I briefly glanced at them as I walked by, but as I saw what photos were in them I froze dead in my tracks. They were all of me, Roza, and our family. They ranged from photos of our wedding to pictures of a house under construction. Three were photos of ultrasounds. One was of a very happy Rose smiling into the camera with one hand hold a spoon full from a rather large ice cream sundae and the other hand delicately placed on her growing belly.

Another was of me and Rose in a hospital. Both of us had the upmost excited looks on our faces as a small baby was nestled in Rose's arms. The pictures continued to go on and on. Dozens of happy family moments.

I staggered back with so much pride and emotion swirling inside of me. This was the life I always wanted with Rose. I would of stayed there marveling at those glorious moments of our lives together if it wasn't for the fact I heard more crying down the hall. I went to the end of the corridor and opened the door to a medium sized room. The walls were painted a soft lilac and a white crib sat in the middle of it.

I walked over to the crib to be greeted with another cry, this time much louder. I looked inside to see a beautiful baby girl wailing away. I picked her up in my arms and started whispering to her in russian. I brought her over to the changing table. As I changed her diaper I noticed she had my eye color and her hair looked to be a reddish brown. Her almond shaped eyes were just like Roza's and I knew as the older she got, the more she'd look just like Rose. When I was done, I tickled her tummy and she giggled sweetly in response. The sound was intoxicating and made my heart swell. The baby girl's little hands latched onto one of my large index fingers. I smiled at her and picked her back up rocking her in my arms...

My eyelids fluttered open and I gasped. It had all been a dream. But I wanted it so badly to be real. Children were the one thing I could never give to Rose. I knew she was young, but maybe someday down the road, she'd want to have them. An aching started to form in my chest but I brushed it aside. There were other ways to start a family if that was something she'd ever want with me... I looked down at the the real sleeping Rose.

I felt the steady beat of her heart as she lay on my chest. This is all I want ,I thought, to just lay here with Roza safely wrapped up in my arms until the day I die...

Rays of sunlight spilled from the shudders of our bedroom windows. The light tangled up around her face and body and illuminated her beauty. She looked unearthly, a goddess I thought.

I gazed at my sleeping Roza in complete joy. After everything we've been through I realized I never wanted to spend another second away from her. I glanced over to our dresser. Rose never used it, her idea of organizing clothes was to have them in a pile on the floor. No matter how hard I tried, the bedroom never stayed organized for more than two days. But with her bad habit aside, it actually worked out to my benefit. Inside that dresser, buried deep under my clothes was a box. A box that contained an engagement ring I bought for Roza two weeks ago. She has no idea what I'm planning and to that I'm relieved. Because in a week I'm going to ask her to marry me. Something I should of done a long time ago.

I never wanted anything more in my life than her. After being a strigoi I realized just how much I loved her. I saw her differently and after all that I had done, she still loved me just as much. I was a fool to ever push her away, but during that time when I was brought back I needed to cope and sort everything out. I had to heal and forgive myself. Something I thought I would never do but Rose helped me in so many ways. I still hurt from all that I did but with Roza by my side I slowly felt those terrible memories fade away.

I ran one of my hands through her silky hair and twined a few strands around one of my fingers. I felt so much comfort from her hair. The feel, the scent, it was sensational just like the rest of Rose. My hand left her hair and trailed down her back. I pressed her body closer to mine in a tight embrace. I felt so nervous for today. This is the day I'm going on the hunting trip with Mr. Mazur. And also the day I'm going to ask him permission for his daughter's hand in marriage...

RPOV

I lay sprawled across the chest of the love of my life. His strong arms wound protectively around my waist. I titled my neck as I breathed in his scent and ran my fingers across his chest feeling his warm skin. "Morning Roza", my russian god whispered in a sleepy tone. I smiled and kissed his pec.

A soft moan sounded from his chest at the simple touch. My smile grew wider remembering last night. The way out bodies molded together so perfectly. We were made for each other, like two puzzle pieces. I dragged my lips up his chest and across his neck where his grip on my hips tightened. I moved my lips to his jaw but stopped mid-way just letting my them hover there, taunting him.

A growl rumbled in his throat as his large hands cupped my face and brought it up to his. He attacked my mouth with a passionate kiss. I giggled and he pulled away and looked at me with amusement. "What's got my Roza laughing so early in the morning?" he asked playfully.

I moved to straddle his waist and his eyes lit up in lust. "You're happy this morning." I stated.

He smiled showing off his pearly white teeth as his thumbs stroked my cheeks, "It's because you're here with me and I love you so much." he simply replied.

I didn't have time to respond because his lips were on mine again. My heart always gave a small kick whenever he told me he loved me. It was something he never stopped saying since we got back together. After being shot he treated me so differently. He was so much more affectionate. His guardian mask was rarely ever seen. And he would be so confident displaying his love for me when we out in public. It was like he was a new person, but in a wonderful and good way. He opened himself up to people and his true colors would show so brightly. I fell even more in love with him everyday.

Although waking up this way with Dimitri was nice, it was definitely distracting. And I knew I had to stop and get ready for work or I'd be late. So with much reluctance from my body I pulled away from him and slipped out of bed. Due to last night's activities I wasn't wearing anything and Dimitri sat upright in bed with a hungry expression painted across his face. I smirked and looked away from his penetrating gaze, "Don't even think about distracting me. I can't be late for work again or Lissa will kill me this time for sure."

"It's not a distraction if it's quick." he slyly replied back in a husky voice.

My mouth gaped open. Dimitri usually didn't flirt this much, not that I was complaining. My response was to glare at him and walk over to the bathroom and lock the door. But when I made my quick stride past the bed I felt an uneasy feeling in my stomach. In a flash I dashed over to the bathroom, my mouth had an odd warm salty taste to it and the next thing I know, I'm on all fours puking my guts out into the toilet...


A/N: What do you think? Too fluffy? Or do you want more? Give me feed back in the reviews! I would still like suggestions/requests for this story!

What do you think of Rose and Dimitri having a baby? Twins to be exact. A boy and girl. I'm starting to brainstorm on ideas...

~Fabulous