Chapter 4: I Know Everything You Don't Want Me To

We become afraid of our weaknesses and our humanness; we recognize how fragile we are, and we cannot bear it.

I woke up and he was screaming.
I'd left him dreaming.
I roll over and shake him tightly.
And whisper 'if they want you, oh, they're gonna have to fight me.'

- Laura Marling

October 13, 2025, 2:46am

"Ah!"

I sat bolt upright in my bed and clutched my stomach. A sharp pain—as if someone had stabbed me with a long, thin sword that they had dipped in fire—went shooting through my stomach. It was excruciating and it took all the breath out of my lungs. I tried to—It was difficult for me to sit up completely with my enormous pregnant belly, but I did what I could to attempt to suppress the pain.

The ache dulled momentarily and I relaxed only a bit, taking a deep breath, but then almost as soon as it went away, another searing pain shot through me and I cried out. I bit my lip as tears stung my eyes.

Something was wrong. My heart was racing, my skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and the overlarge t-shirt that I had worn to bed was soaked through with my sweat. These weren't contractions, and I wasn't due for five more weeks. This was something else, and along with the pain that shot through me, there was also a shock of fear. Something's wrong.

My hands trembled as I smoothed them over my stomach. Another pang stabbed through me, and I released a choked sob as I curled into myself.

Help. I need help.

With shaking hands and a foggy brain, I fumbled in the dark for the lamp beside my bed. I pulled the chain and light flooded the room. Then I reached for my mobile and dialed the person who I knew could get here the fastest, who I knew would answer my late night call.

The person on the other side answered in a groggy voice filled with sleep.

"Albus," I said in a voice that even I understood whispered and trembled with pain and fear. I didn't even recognize the sound of my own voice in my ears.

"Rose?" I could hear him shifting in his bed, his voice hoarse. "What time is it?"

"Albus, something's wrong," I said, ignoring his query. I gasped, and the tears began to fall. I covered my mouth in an attempt to hold in my emotions. The fear was becoming palpable, unbearable—my heart was pounding out of my chest—and a moment later, I was attacked with another shooting, burning pain, and I cried out.

"Rose," Albus said suddenly, his voice firmer and stronger and mildly panicked. "What's wrong? Rose—"

"I—Albus, I need you to come and take me to the hospital."

"St. Mungo's—"

"No, the muggle hospital we talked about." I paused as the pain faded once again. "Al—please—"

"I'm coming, Rosie, I'll be there—I'm com—Fergie wake up—Rose, I'll be there in two minutes. It'll be okay. It's okay."

A moment later, the line went dead, and I set my mobile back on my nightstand. With a wince, I slowly moved my legs and sat up in my bed with my legs hanging over the side. I reached down and ignored the pain that shot through me as I reached for the sweatpants in a heap on the floor. Gently I slid them on, and when I was finished I braced my hands on either side of me and cried. I was scared. I had never been more afraid in my life. Something's wrong. But it had to be okay. This baby—it was all I had—I wanted him so much. I wanted to hold him in my arms. I wanted to know him. I wanted to love him. As scared and terrified as I had been about being a mother, I wanted it more than anything. He was all I had—all I had left of Scorpius. He had to be okay.

I rubbed my stomach. "You're okay, Pea Head," I said in a voice thick with emotion. "We're okay."

With a clenched jaw and grim determination, I leaned to my right on one arm and attempted to push myself up. Immediately, the blood left my head and it felt so light I knew I was going to collapse. I whimpered, and began to fall—my mind going dark, blank, except for wrong, something's wrong—and then suddenly I was caught by strong arms.

"I'm here, Rose. I'm here, you're okay."

I heard Albus's voice murmuring softly to me, but I couldn't focus.

"Wrong…" I tried to explain to Albus. "Al… Something's wrong."

My blue eyes met his green ones, and they were the last things I saw before everything went black.

"Rose."

I was moving.

I didn't know where I was, but I knew that I was moving. There were noises around me. The sound of voices, the sound of machinery, and the faint sound of my name being called.

"Rose."

Where was I? Why was I moving? How was I moving?

Pain.

There was pain. A lot of it. God, so much pain. It felt like someone kept stabbing me over and over in the stomach, but I was powerless to stop it. My body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Everything was too heavy. Everything hurt.

Fear.

There was also fear. I didn't know where it came from, but I knew—without knowing why—that I was afraid.

Open your eyes, I told myself. Everything will be okay if you can just open your eyes.

I struggled—each of my eyelids felt like it was being weighed down by tiny invisible anchors, making it impossible for me to open my eyes and see, see why I was moving and why I was in pain and why I was afraid.

Open your eyes.

"Rose."

My eyes fluttered, and I immediately saw Scorpius. His eyes were beautiful and gray—they were just as I remembered them: intense, full of unsaid words, but also soft—for me, only for me.

"Scorpius."

"Rose." I felt someone or something squeeze my hand. "No, Rose, it's me, Al."

The gray eyes changed to green. Familiar. I felt safe looking into those eyes. Those were the eyes that had always been there for me.

"Al." My voice was hoarse. "Where am I? Why am I moving?"

"You're at the hospital."

Then I stopped moving. The pain returned, and I cried out loudly.

"Mr. Potter, we have to take her in now."

I heard voices, but I focused on Albus as panic seized me. He would help me. He would make everything okay. I knew he would. But he wasn't looking at me. He was looking over me, at someone I couldn't see, but I just focused on him—his wild, black hair, the stubble on his jaw, the nose that belonged to Aunt Ginny and the eyes that belonged to Uncle Harry. Everything was going to be okay.

"Al."

"Shut up and let me talk to her. She's terrified. I'm going to explain to her what's happening."

"We don't have time—"

"There's time! One minute! Rose." Albus looked back down at me. "Rose, you're at the hospital. The baby—"

"Al, the baby." The fear returned, and I tried to sit up, and then the fear was mixed with intense pain.

"Don't try to sit up, Rose. Relax." Albus put two firm hands on my shoulders, and I tried to relax, but I couldn't. My baby. Pea Head.

"Albus, what's happening?"

"The baby is in distress," Albus said calmly. "You called me earlier saying that you were in pain, so I came and brought you here. The baby is in distress, and these doctors are going to operate."

"Mr. Potter—"

"One goddamn minute! Rose, everything is going to be okay. I promise."

"Mr. Potter, we have to take her."

"Albus, call Hermione," I said as the distance between us began to expand. He held onto my hand, and tears streamed out of the corners of my eyes. "Call Hermione and Ron." He nodded, and I saw him wipe his face. "I love you."

Then he was out of sight, and I was wheeled into a room with bright lights. I squinted and put my hand over my eyes, but after a moment, my hand was gently moved away. I opened my eyes and saw a handsome man with chocolate skin staring down at me. His head was covered with a blue surgical cap, and he was wearing matching blue scrubs with a white lab coat hanging open over them. His mask was pulled down around his neck, and he smiled warmly. He made me feel safe.

"Hi, Rose. I'm Dr. Michaelson. As your brother told you"—I didn't correct him to tell him that Albus was my cousin. It must have been what Al told them to get them to listen to him. I felt a surge of love for him—"your baby is in distress. Your brother said you aren't due for another five weeks, and I know you're scared, but we're going to deliver the baby now."

"What—no—"

Panic.

It wasn't time. He wasn't ready. I wasn't ready.

"I know it's scary, but I'm going to take care of you and your baby. Have you decided on a name yet?" he asked as he pulled the mask over his face and pulled a light over me.

"Yes," I said slowly. My head was starting to feel heavy. I could hardly keep my eyes open. I wanted—no, needed—to sleep. It would feel so good if I just—

"What's your baby's name?"

I could hear Dr. Michaelson's voice, but I just wanted to sleep. I couldn't be rude—I had to answer him, what would Hermione say if I didn't—but I wanted to let the darkness take me. I wanted to just fall under, into the abyss. Somehow I knew it would feel better there, and somehow I knew that the darkness would come, and when the light came back, everything would be okay.

So I gave in. I closed my eyes and I felt them place something on my face. So my voice was muffled when I said, "Leo."

A memory.

I sighed as I ran my fingers through the thin blonde hair on Scorpius's chest. He was on his back, one arm bent behind his head and the other wrapped around my shoulders. I was on my side, my bare body pressed against Scorpius's side with my head resting on his chest while I listened to his heartbeat and played with the hair on his chest. The feeling of my head moving ever so slightly up and down as he breathed soothed me. His smell made me feel like I was home.

"I missed you."

I looked up at him and he was looking down at me, his gray eyes slightly hooded and his cheeks flushed with the pleasure of what had just happened between us less then ten minutes earlier.

"I missed you so much, Scorpius," I said in response.

He smiled sadly. "This is harder than I thought it would be… being away from you so much."

I looked away and went back to playing with his chest hair. I breathed in deeply and then exhaled. "I know."

We lapsed into silence, and after about a minute, I buried my face into his chest a bit more. "You smell good."

I felt him chuckle. "Thanks." He pulled me closer.

"I want to stay here forever," I said quietly. "In your arms. Being held by you."

"I want you to stay here forever," he murmured in response.

I felt safe in his arms. I felt good and loved, and I truly never wanted to leave his embrace. It was hard. We had only been living this long distance relationship—him at Hogwarts, me in London—for two months, but it was exhausting. I ached for him. I needed him, and he wasn't there. We had seen each other only twice since the term had started, both times in a room he had rented at an inn in Hogsmeade, and it wasn't enough. I wanted to see him every minute of every hour of every day. It wasn't fair being away from him like this. We had managed to make it through Hogwarts unscathed only to end up separated by the lives each of us had chosen.

"When will forever be here?" I whispered as I draped my arm over his waist and nestled closer to him.

"Hey."

Scorpius put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up so I would look at him. I felt my body respond to his touch as it always did, and I leaned into his touch. If I could, I would have his hands on me all the time, always, forever.

I looked up into his gray eyes, and a familiar hum developed beneath my skin.

"It won't be this way forever."

"How can it not be?" I said after a pause. "You work here. I live there. We're always apart."

"Well…" Scorpius frowned and I reached up to massage the frown away. He smiled and caught my wrist in his hand and pulled it down to his chest. "When professors get married, they are able to get separate living quarters a little ways off the grounds."

I looked up at him as my heartbeat picked up when I realized exactly what he was saying. I didn't think he even realized it—it was so casual, so simple, so there, that surely he hadn't realized that he just said he was going to be married to me one day.

"Are you saying you're gonna marry me?" I asked shyly, a pleasured flush creeping up my neck.

He frowned again. "Of course I'm going to marry you." His tone spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh."

"You okay with that?"

I tried to suppress the mad grin that I knew wanted to spread across my face. Sometimes Scorpius would drop these casual bombs on me—bombs that indicated forever—and he never understood how they made me feel. But I could feel it deep in my heart—my complete and utter happiness. I looked back down at his chest and hid my smile from him. "I suppose I'll find a way to be okay with that."

"Hey," he said again, this time tapping me on the nose to get my attention. I looked up at him, trying to stop my fingers from tingling and my limbs from trembling with excitement and joy. My heart felt too big for my chest, my emotions all over. I smiled at him, and he tugged me up so he could plant a soft kiss on my lips. I felt it all the way to my toes.

"I'm going to marry you, Rose Weasley," he said after he pulled away. "One day you're going to be my wife. And if you've got a problem with that, speak now or forever hold your piece."

I giggled and then wiggled out of his arms quickly so I could swing one leg over him and straddle him. Then I kissed him—long and deep and hard—and he gripped my thighs as he kissed me back eagerly.

"I guess I'm okay with that," I said breathily when I came up for air. "Being your wife."

He grinned, and a moment later I was pinned beneath him. And then he was kissing me again, and I forgot what we were even talking about in the first place.

Everything is dark.

My eyes are open, but everything is dark.

There is a sliver of moonlight leaking in, but I don't know where I am.

Where am I?

My head hurts.

Actually, saying my head hurts is an understatement.

My entire body is screaming in pain from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

I'm hungry. I'm tired. I'm thirsty.

And my fucking head hurts.

I turn my head to the side and see a figure. But it's dark and I can't make out who it is. I can see the chest moving—breathing, slowly, in, out—but I can't make out any of the features. I turn my body to the side and watch whoever it is. I can't see them, but I know I want to watch them. I just know whoever it is is here for a reason.

So I curl onto my side and try to keep my eyes open so I can watch the figure, but I can't—I can feel the weight.

As I let the darkness take me again, I think I hear my name.

A dream.

"God, you're beautiful."

I smiled and looked up.

Scorpius stood above me, his body silhouetted with the sun at his back. He looked gorgeous—his blonde hair flopping in the wind, the top couple buttons of his plaid, collared shirt open to expose the dark blonde hair on his chest.

I was sitting on a blanket with my legs crossed under me wearing a blue cotton dress with short sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. My hair was pulled back into a long ponytail. The dress was short, almost indecently so, but it was Scorpius's favorite, and it was a warm summer day.

Scorpius sat down next to me on the checkered blanket, and I set down the book I was reading beside me. Scorpius then took up one of my free hands and entwined his fingers with mine. He rubbed his thumb along my index finger as he stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankle and leaned back on his free hand.

I smiled and scooted closer to him, stretching out my own legs so I could twist and press myself against him and drape my right leg over his. I loved being like this—just with him, next to him, as close as I could get. Scorpius wasn't… forthcoming with his emotions. He wasn't the type to say he loved me constantly and he wasn't the type to tell me how he was feeling or what he wanted (unless it was when we were in bed together). But when he held me, I knew. Everything made sense when I was in his arms, when I was apart of him.

I leaned toward him and nuzzled my face into his neck. How did he always smell so fucking good?

I kissed his neck and then he turned toward me and placed his lips on my forehead. It was the sweetest thing. My eyes fluttered shut and I leaned up toward his mouth, craving the contact—I always, always craved the contact. I always wanted more. I always wanted to be near him.

Would that ever go away? Would I ever not want to be constantly with him and feel a gaping emptiness when I wasn't? I didn't think I would. If it hadn't gone away after all this time, I didn't see how it could ever.

"I love you," I whispered against his neck, and I smiled when I felt him shiver. I reached over with my free hand to cup his face and turn him toward me so I could kiss him. I felt a sigh—a shiver, a quiver—radiate from the center of me to the rest of my body. Our mouths formed perfectly to each other, and I gently sucked at his bottom lip in order to tug his mouth open. Then I lifted myself up a bit so I could get a better angle and slip my tongue inside.

And in one minute flat, we had gone from an innocent couple holding hands on a blanket, to two people who were trying to devour each other. I let go of his hand so I could cup his face with both hands, and then he leaned back on both his free hands. I felt him smile, and I smiled back, and there we were—two grown adults making out in the middle of the day in an open meadow. And neither of us cared.

I remembered the first time I kissed him—the way my heart had thumped not only from the kiss but from knowing it was forbidden. Deep in my mind, later, I had wondered if my allure to him had to do with that fact that it wasn't allowed—that I had been going through my own form of rebellion for some time before that and that this was just another part of that… But when it wasn't forbidden, when we were just a normal couple and there was nothing to hide and everything was out in the open for the world to see, all my emotions still felt amplified. I still quivered beneath his touch. My fingers still tingled when he got close. I still wanted him so badly I ached. He still set me on fire with every move he made—Jesus—I would never get tired of him.

I sighed and detached my mouth from his only long enough so I could climb over him and straddle his hips and suck in a bit of air. His firm hands went to my thighs and I could feel them shake slightly as I moved toward them, trying to urge him to slip them up higher. I wrapped my arms around his neck and didn't stop kissing him—I couldn't—I was like a person dying of hunger, and every bite I took only made me hungrier.

I felt him grow hard beneath me, and—because I was dying of hunger—I rubbed myself against him, only the thin fabric of my knickers and the fabric of his jeans separating me us. It was always like this. He drove me crazy, made me forget who I was sometimes. I wanted—god, I just wanted.

"Rose."

His voice sounded strangled when he said my name, like he was trying his hardest to maintain control.

"We shouldn't do this here," he said, panting against my mouth.

I ignored him and went back to kissing him, our tongues doing a fierce dance.

My heart was pounding and my entire body felt hot as I started rubbing myself back and forth along his length. I heard his groan, and the strangled sound filled me with so much pleasure and lust that it made the air whoosh out of me. I pulled back slightly so our lips were still touching but we were able to catch our breaths. I opened my eyes, and I was slightly startled to see Scorpius's intense gaze staring back at me. I was already so ready for him, wanting him, and I rubbed myself faster, desperate for the friction as we both panted heavily.

"Touch me," I begged in a frantic whisper.

He growled and blinked slowly before moving one of his hands between us.

When I felt one finger enter me, I arched and bit my lip, trying to stem my cries.

We were both still fully clothed, and no one far off would be able to tell what we were doing other than snogging intensely, but I didn't want to draw any more attention to us.

He slipped another finger inside and I ground against his hand as he moved it in and out of me, his thumb finding that bundle of nerves that was going to make me lose it. He was panting in my ear—his breath making me shiver—and I was whimpering against his neck, feeling a release coming and needing it desperately. It was insane that we had hardly been at this for ten minutes, but I wanted him so badly that I ached. He made me like this—needy and desperate for him, any time, any place.

I wanted more.

More.

I moved my hands from around his neck and began frantically working at the clasp of his trousers as I started to kiss him again. I had flicked open the button and pulled down the zipper, when he pulled back, panting.

"Rose," he said, a warning in his tone. "We shouldn't—"

"We'll be quick," I said breathily as I reached into his pants and began to stroke him. He was on fire and hard as stone. I wanted him more than I wanted my next breath. "Just fuck me, Scorpius."

That did it. I tore at the last shreds of his control, and he tore at my panties. Just as I heard the snap and felt the rush of air hit me, I pulled him out of his trousers and he sprung free, long, thick, hard, and proud. I didn't waste any time before I edged up a bit and sank down onto his length. We both gasped, and I stayed there for a moment, getting accommodated to the feel of him inside me, relishing the way he fit perfectly.

Then I started to move slowly—up, down, back, front. I was whimpering in the back of my throat and biting my lip so hard that I thought I might draw blood. My hands were on his shoulders, and Scorpius's hands were gripping my waist—hard—I knew I was going to have marks there tomorrow, but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything but the feeling of him inside me, sliding in and out, quick and hard. He was thrusting up into me as he pulled me down onto his cock, and it took every ounce of my strength not to cry out.

I slid my hands up to cup his jaw and I looked down at him. God, but I loved this man. He did things to me that no one had ever done to me. He made me feel things that I didn't even know it was possible to feel. I loved him, I adored him, I desired him, I craved him.

"Are you close?" he asked, his voice hoarse and strained.

I nodded. "So close, Scorpius," I whispered back.

"I love you," he said right before he brought a hand between us. I wanted to respond and tell him I loved him so much it hurt, but the words died in my throat as soon as I felt him massaging my clit. It only took a few seconds—one—"ahh"—two—"yes"—three—"Scorpius"—four—"unh"—five—"yes"—six—"yes"—seven—"YES"—and then I was coming.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him tight to me as I stiffened. My mouth fell open in a silent scream, and he continued to massage me and pump into me, carrying out my orgasm. I released the breath I was holding and turn into a heap of breathy sighs and whimpers and gasps. I could feel him pouring himself inside me, and—one, two, three—more pumps and he grunted and held there as he finished. He came long and hard, and I sagged against him.

Wordlessly, one of his hands wandered away and I glanced over and saw him reaching for his wand. I slowly slid off of him and he fell big and limp. He aimed his wand at both of us to clean up, and then aimed it at the ruins of my knickers. When they were fixed, I stood up and before I could reach for them, he gripped them and held them open for me to step into. Once I had, he slid them up and followed so that he was on his knees in front of me with his hands on my hips. He kissed my stomach and then nuzzled there as his thumbs began to run soft circles on my hipbones.

"You better stop that," I said huskily. "Or we're going to end up right back where we just were."

Scorpius chuckled and then tugged at my hand so I would sit next to him.

"You're incredible," he murmured as he put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close so he could place a kiss on the top of my head.

"I'm glad we came here today."

"See," he said, pulling back so he could gaze at me. I curled my legs beneath me and stared up into his beautiful gray eyes. "And you didn't want to celebrate today. Aren't you glad I forced you?"

I smiled and turned my head so I could kiss his neck. "I suppose," I said when I pulled back. "But who wants to celebrate their twenty-seventh birthday? What a hideous number."

Scorpius rolled his eyes at me and then pulled me back as he laid back onto the blanket. I laid my head on his chest and bent my legs so my knees were resting on his thigh. He bent one arm behind his head and kept the other wrapped around me.

"Well, at least I'm not as old as you."

"Hey!" Scorpius pinched my arm.

"Ow!"

"I'm not that old," he said indignantly, but I could still hear the humor in his voice.

"Oh, yes you are. Thirty-two. Shoot me when that happens."

"Wow. You are such a drama—"

"Mummy! Daddy!"

I lifted my head up and saw a young blonde boy running towards us with a younger red-headed girl following close behind as fast as her small legs would take her.

"Mum, look what I found," the boy said excitedly and breathlessly when he reached us. I sat up and held out my hand so that he could drop whatever it was inside.

When a small frog landed in my palm and then immediately jumped toward my face, I yelped and dodged out of the way.

Scorpius and the two children laughed hysterically, and I glared at all of them.

"Mum is scared of frogs!"

I tried to contain a smile at seeing all three of them laugh at me, and then I jumped up with a grin on my face.

"I'm gonna get you for this, squirt!"

The boy screeched and immediately started running away and the little girl followed after him like she always did—always wanting to be just like her brother.

"Come here, Leo!" I called as I chased after him. He looked back at me, laughing loudly and merrily, and when he turned back he ran straight into his father's arms.

"Got you!" Scorpius said as he scooped up Leo and began tickling him furiously.

"Daddy!" Leo cried mirthfully. "Daddy!"

The little girl was looking on gleefully, and I snuck up behind her and grabbed her from behind. "Now, I got you!" I said as I began to tickle her.

"Lee-lee," she called for her brother as she laughed.

"I can't—save you, Cassie!" he managed to gasp out through his mirthful cries.

Then, all four of us laughing, we collapsed onto the blanket.

Suddenly, the clouds rolled in, and I looked up.

No one had called for rain today. I glanced back down at my family and smiled, ignoring the clouds and unable to imagine a more perfect day. I was happy, blissfully happy, and no clouds were going to stop that.

But then they were rolling in too much—too fast, too aggressive. They were gray and blackening and they were moving faster than I had ever seen clouds move. I frowned at them, bemused—that wasn't natural, wasn't normal—but I was too happy and in love with the three people in front of me to care. The blackening clouds were not going to stop my happiness.

"Mummy," Leo said as he scooted toward me with big, gray eyes. I tore my eyes away from the clouds. How could I not be in love with that face? But his voice was muffled. "Don't be mad at me, okay?"

The picture was fading, everything was slipping away, but I was still happy. I was still madly in love. "I'm not mad at you, Leo," I said before pulling him toward me in a big hug. "I love you."

"Leo."

I gasped.

I was thirsty.

I was extremely, incredibly thirsty.

My mouth felt like I had about twenty balls of cotton shoved inside. I moved my mouth, trying to find whatever moisture was there, but there was none.

I moaned softly and tried to open my eyes. As soon as I did, I slammed them shut.

Bright.

Too goddamn bright.

But I needed water. I needed something to drink before my mouth turned to sand and I was never able to find moisture again.

I tried to speak, but instead I coughed, my throat and mouth too dry for me to form words.

"Rose."

I heard my name.

Open your eyes, I told myself. Everything will be okay if I can just open my eyes.

Slowly—and with every bit of force I could muster—I opened my eyes.

"Rose, here, drink this."

But I was too stunned to drink. Suddenly my extreme thirst was forgotten, and I was frozen in time, staring into the eyes of the man I thought I would never see again—the man I thought had left me forever.

But it couldn't be him—no, it wasn't him—I had thought I saw his eyes before, but it was just Albus. It was just a dream. He wasn't here.

I blinked.

Then I felt the straw pressed into my mouth and without taking my eyes away from him, I drank.

Oh, but it was so good. It was cool and refreshing and immediately I felt better, more relaxed. I wanted to ask for more. I wanted to beg for more because it had been so good and so perfect and I could still feel it sliding into the bottom of my stomach, but I didn't have the strength to beg because I only had the strength for one word.

"Scorpius."

A/N: Hi! I decided to move my author notes to the end so they don't interrupt the flow of the story. Thanks so much to everyone who has been reviewing this story and messaging me on tumblr and following me on tumblr and just sending me love in general. You guys are seriously amazing. I hope you loved this chapter as much as I did! I had a lot of fun writing it. In the next chapter, Rose has some 'splaining to do! Go to my tumblr for previews and updates. xx