Hey guys! Sorry that I am taking soo long in between updates! I know I'm horrible with this!

I would like to run some things by all of you though, so if you could take your time to PM me about these ideas I would be really grateful :D

So, first off, am I the only one who thinks that Rose and Eric Northman from True Blood would make a good couple? Don't get me wrong, I am 100 % Rose and Dimitri…but their attitudes are just so similar and I can't get the pairing out of my head. I would write the story myself if I didn't want to read it so bad :P

I also have an idea for a new fanfic (although I wont start it until this one is close to being finished, I already have one story on hiatus) I've said before that I'm writing a story of my own, and it's about werewolves. So I've had the wolf thing in my head for a while now….Rose Hathaway, badass incarnate who can turn into a wolf? Overrated? Extremely…but so freaking cool! Let me know what you think!

Thanks for all of the reviews! Between you and me, they make me smile really big and dance around my house. No lie :D

xoxo

-Lydia

DPOV

I didn't quite understand the look that Rose gave me other then the fact that is was devious and that it would be wise of me to be cautious. Rose was one of those gifted few who didn't need a legitimate reason to be mad at someone, they got pissed off and the only thing you could do to protect yourself from their wrath was to run the other way. And if I didn't love her so much, I would have.

Rose was a difficult person to unravel; I learned that a long time ago. One look at her would leave any guy drooling, one conversation with her would leave you offended, and one fight with her would leave you in the hospital and her with a restraining order. It was just the way Rose worked; she put out that sarcastic, slightly bitchy side out on front and only showed her true self to those who took the time to get to know her. Let me tell you, it was completely worth it.

It was worth it because not only did I get Rose, but I also got two beautiful and sweet little girls, one of which would grow up to be just like her mother and I could tell from the way Claire was quite and reserved that she would most likely end up like me.

The idea of children was always so out-there for someone like me, I expected to go most of my life alone. In high school I had a few girl friends, none all too serious, but none of those three day relationships either. I liked to spend more time on my work, striving to get the best grades and training harder then anyone else, so I didn't have time for girl friends who wanted a man on their arm all of the time. In the end, Rose hadn't been my first…but she would be my last.

Some guys always wonder how a man can get married and only be with one woman for the rest of their life; when you really love someone, it's the easiest thing in the world. I would never consider myself a womanizer, but I am a man, and I would be lying if I said I never lusted after a woman because of her body instead of her personality, or that I didn't notice women's bodies. I still noticed them; they just didn't do anything for me. Rose was the perfect girl, to others she may seem arrogant, but to me it just seemed confident, when people looked down on her for being a little wild, I just saw her longing to have fun. Rose loved deeper and more pure then anyone I had ever met; she gave her whole self, body and soul to the people she loved. There was no holding back or being cautious. And so I intended to do the same for her, Sophie and Claire, because people like them deserved to be loved holey and unconditionally.

I was going to ask Rose to move in with me.

I didn't know how I was going to pull it off; Rose was by no means spoiled, I remember picking her and the princess up all those years ago and finding them in cheap, second-hand clothes. But it was a known fact that I couldn't give Rose and the girls the life that they had been living with Adrian. There was also the fact that Adrian was a constant presence in their lives; as much as I hated to admit it, and I do hate it, Adrian had been taking my place as the girls' father for years now. It would be upsetting for both parties if they were separated. So I still wasn't sure how I was going to pull it off, all I was sure of anymore was that I needed Rose and the twins just as much as I needed air or water. They were a necessity that I would die without.

And so I figured the best way to execute my plan was to do something as simple as just getting to know my daughters. I wanted to know their likes and dislikes, what their favorite colors were, what shows they watched on TV. I wanted to know things about my daughters that only a father and mother would know, like where they were most ticklish, how the skin in the crease of their elbows felt, what time they started to get that extra crazy kick before crashing. I wanted to know every little detail from their first word to the way their dark hair sat on the crown of their little heads.

The only time I had felt this overwhelming desire to just know someone, inside and out, was when I met Rose. I knew I was acting dreamy and silly, always thinking about them and wondering if they were thinking about me. People probably thought I was a man in love; I am.

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It was decided that we would head home later that day; Rose was apologetic and embarrassed for rushing everybody to court with no reason other then the fact that she had a temper, and the girls were crying because they wanted to go swimming with me like I promised. I always had looked down on those parents who gave in to their child's every whim just because they flashed those begging eyes and stuck out their bottom lip; I had been greatly underestimating the power of the puppy dog face. It was nearly impossible to say no to Sophie and Claire when they gave that look, the only thing that kept me from picking up the girls and running head long into the pool room was that I wanted to show Rose I could be a good parent, and good parents showed tough love.

It wasn't until we were all loaded up into cars again that I realized how much I was kidding myself with the whole "tough love" thing. Hell, I didn't even ask Rose to even consider moving in with me and I was already contemplating how much one of those blowup pools would cost.

I couldn't wait to get out of the car I was sharing with Tasha, Lissa, Christian and Andre just so I could see Rose and the girls again…was I being petty for not liking the fact that Adrian was in the car playing daddy to my kids? I'm pretty sure it wasn't justified since I was the one that left in the first place, but I couldn't help the feeling of jealousy and helplessness that accompanied the image of Adrian playing hide-and-seek with the girls, drying off their shriveled bodies after a bath, holding them as they wailed, their tiny fists curled and gummy mouths screaming. I wanted it. I wanted something that was impossible for me to ever have because no matter how much you want to you can't change the past. I would never be able to hold my baby daughters because they were already at the age of five. And if just a few more short years they would be crushing on boys and asking to wear makeup; add a few more on to that and they would be driving and then graduating and having serious relationships.

As a kid, I always hated the way adults rambled on about "How fast they grow up!" and "Before you know it they'll be driving". It always seemed like I couldn't grow up fast enough. Now, being on the other end, I could finally appreciate my mother balling on the first day of school and calling me almost every hour when, as an adult, I moved here to the US. Time really does fly by; and I wanted to kick myself for not enjoying the time when it was handed to me.

It didn't matter if Rose didn't want to move in with me, or even if she lived with Adrian for the rest of her life. Rose loved me; I knew it with everything I was, and as long as I didn't miss any more time with Sophie and Claire, I would be happy. Nothing; not even the strongest force in the world could tear me away from them now. I would be right there next to them, making sure nothing ever touched them.

Especially boys.