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Rose POV

A few weeks passed by, and I wondered if I was pregnant almost constantly. I haven't shown any symptoms yet, but after some research, I determined that I still had time before I would know for sure. I hadn't bought a pregnancy test, because I didn't want to stress myself out if I never showed symptoms.

Dimitri had indeed called me that night, and almost every night since then. He really is the sweetest man that I've ever met. We've hung out several times to get to know one another, and if I didn't know any better, I would think we were dating. Hell, maybe we are. We just haven't really talked about it.

Everything seemed to be going perfect, when I got the phone call that turned my world upside down.

I answered the phone without checking the caller ID, assuming it was Dimitri calling. Boy, was I wrong.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Rosemarie Hathaway?" The guy on the other end asked.

"Yes, but I suggest you call me Rose. Who is this?" I snapped. I hated my full name.

"My name is Eddie Castile. I'm a detective working out of Las Vegas. I just have a few questions for you."

"Uhm, okay." I said, utterly confused. I don't remember doing anything that could have gotten the police involved while I was in Vegas, could I have?

"You were in Vegas a few weeks ago, is that correct? Could you tell me why you were there?" He asked.

"Yes, I was there for my best friend's bachelorette party. We spent the whole weekend there. Did I do something illegal that I don't remember doing?" I questioned.

"No ma'am, not exactly. I'm investigating a fraud case that you may or may not have been roped into. You are not in any trouble." He said.

"Thank god. I was scared for a minute. There is one night that I spent in Vegas that I have no recollection of, whatsoever. Glad to know that I didn't do anything illegal that I couldn't recall."

"Do you know the date of the day that you have no memory of?" He asked. Maybe I was roped into the fraud thing the night that I met Dimitri.

"June 19th. It was a Friday night." I told him, matter-of-factly.

"I see. I only have a few more questions. "

"Okay. Shoot." I was ready for this phone call to be over.

"Do you know a man by the name of Dimitri Belikov?"

I froze. Could Dimitri have something to do with the fraud case?

"Uhm..yes. I do. Why? Is he in trouble?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. I heard the detective chuckle on the other end.

"No. He's not in trouble. He was roped into the same fraud case that you are. May I ask what your relationship is with Mr. Belikov?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked, confused again.

"The status of your relationship will help me to know how to approach this case." He told me. I sighed. How do I explain the relationship between Dimitri and I?

"It's complicated. We met in Vegas that weekend. We slept together, and I may or may not be pregnant. We are getting to know one another, but I'm not sure if I would call it dating yet." I admitted. No point in lying to a cop.

"Oh, wow. Most couples that very roped into this case are, well, couples. At the very least, good friends. You and Dimitri are the first set of people that I have found that had only just met."

"Could you tell me what this fraud case is about? What kind of fraud am I wrapped up in?"

"I'd prefer to tell you in person. Well, you and Dimitri. It involves the both of you. I'm just about to call him. Could you two work out a day sometime in the next week to come to Vegas to meet with me?"

"Uhm yeah, sure. I'm off Thursday, so that is the best day for me. Set it up with Dimitri and tell him to call me with the information." My mind was a million miles away, trying to process the information that was just presented to me. I was suddenly feeling nauseous. The detective was talking to me again, but I couldn't listen. I had to get to the bathroom or I was going to be sick everywhere. I cut the detective off.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." I said, dropping the phone as I hunched over the toilet to empty the contents of my stomach. As soon as I stopped throwing up, I clicked the end button on the phone, not bothing to check of he was still on the line. Hopefully, he had hung up instead of listening to me puke. I leaned over the toilet again, this time dry heaving because there was nothing left in my stomach.

When I finally finished dry heaving, I got up to brush my teeth. After I finished that, I stared at myself in the mirror. I realized that I felt slightly different. I laid my hand on my stomach, and came to a conclusion that I had been avoiding; it's time to buy a pregnancy test.