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"Where is it?" I asked.

"Right over here," Dominic led me to an ivory marble tombstone, etched in beautiful cursive German letters wrote:

Cherished Memories of a Beloved Mother, Sister, and Wife

Michelle Elizabeth Alder.

November 24, 1959—March 09, 2011

She filled every second of her life with laughter, love and happiness.

I grabbed Dominic's hand and gave a light squeeze, providing what little moral support I possibly could. I didn't want to overwhelm him, he needed a moment with his mother and I respected that.

Dominic's dark blue eyes went unfocused as he stared down at the tombstone.

"Hallo Mamma," he greeted Michelle in German.

He kneeled down and brushed his fingers over the words Beloved Mother.

"I miss you so much," he closed his eyes as a few tears escaped and fell onto the damp grass below. "I miss you more than words will ever express."

Dominic held up the bunch of fresh picked tulips in his hand. The rich colors were beautiful in an assortment of reds, yellows, oranges, and lavenders.

"These were her all time favorite, they always made her happy." He smiled sadly at me through his silent tears.

"They are beautiful," I whispered

Dominic nodded once before placing a kiss to the tulips, and carefully laying them over Michelle's grave.

"I love you Mamma," he trailed his fingertips along my wrist absentmindedly.

"Come here," Dominic opened his arms up; I hesitantly maneuvered into his lap. I felt strong arms wrap around me from behind as he rested his head against my shoulder.

"Mamma, I want you to meet the love of my life... since you never had the chance to." He said softly, placing a kiss to my cheek.

"This is Rose…my Angel, as I like to call her."

"Hi Michelle," I stuttered, unsure of what to say.

"She's usually not this shy," Dominic chuckled. "She's beautiful, isn't she Mama? I knew you would have loved her."

I smiled widely at him.

"We have news, Mama." he rubbed my stomach softly. "Rose and I are pregnant…We're going to be having a baby!"

I giggled at his enthusiasm, the happiness and joy seemed to be radiating from his body.

"I feel complete Mamma. This is your grandchild. You may not be alive to meet him or her, but our child will definitely know who you are, and love you just as much as I do."

So, we stayed there for about 45 more minutes. It was the first time he'd visited his mother since her funeral three months ago and I knew it had to be difficult for him.

I watched in awe as he talked to Michelle as if she was literally there in person. With the biggest grin, he laughed and joked about things that I had no idea about—it was still wonderful to see him so content and brave sitting here for the very first time.

I didn't say much, I mostly just listened to him speak rapidly with Michelle in his native tongue—catching his mother up on the latest events occurring in his life, which happened to be based on the pregnancy, something Dominic couldn't seem to shut his mouth about. Not that I minded.

"Ready to go my love?" sapphire blue eyes gazed down at me.

"Only if you are," I said.

Dominic nodded. "Let's go home, Angel,"

"Home," I whispered to myself in wonder and disbelief. "I'll never get tired of hearing you say that."

He released a heart warming smile before focusing his attention on the Michelle's grave one last time.

"I love you Mamma; so, so much." He leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss against the top of the tombstone.

"How does it feel?" I asked on our walk home.

"I don't know," he said barely above a whisper. "But I like it."

"Indescribable?" I suggested.

"Indescribable," Dominic nodded his head in agreement. "I feel so much better going to there. I was so afraid to do it, but I did it…and it feels indescribable—in a really good way."

"I'm so proud of you," I admitted, staring at our little blue cottage in the distance.

I giggled when Dominic unexpectedly scooped me in his arms.

"What are you doing?" I shrieked with laughter as he began jogging.

"We're going to make love," He gently nibbled on my neck.

"I didn't know cemeteries turned you on," I noted. Dominic eagerly picked his pace up to a sprint, trying to get to the house as quick as possible.

"They don't," he breathed and kissed me hard against the lips. "You do."

"Angel, hurry up…we have to go!" I heard a husky voice yell from the kitchen.

"Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a bunch." I muttered, placing my waist length hair into a tight ponytail.

"I heard that!"

"Good, now go fuck yourself!"

In a flash, Dominic appeared out of no where in the mirror reflection behind me. I gasped.

"Now Angel, as you may know, I don't particularly like to hear you swear…" The disappointment clearly evident in his voice. "However, when you're carrying my child…I really do not like it."

"Obviously, Warden," I saluted him.

"Our child doesn't need to be exposed to your foul language."

"I'm not even three months pregnant Dominic…I assure you sea monkey doesn't understand what I'm saying."

"That may be true." He glared at me. "But it's a terrible habit of yours…one you have had since I've met you. And it needs to stop."

"Are you trying to change who I am?"

"No," he scoffed. "I just want you to cut back on the language…because it will most likely carry on when baby is born. And when our child gets older…they might pick up that bad habit—"

"But—"

"Uhh uhh," he tsked at my interruption.

"As I was saying…we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

"No," I lowered my head in defeat. Dominic smiled in smug satisfaction.

"But how do you suppose I stop?" I asked.

"Think before you speak." He answered simply.

"That's impossible!"

"No," he coughed to cover up his laugh. "Nothing is impossible if you set your mind to it."

"You could always cut off my tongue!" I growled. "Why don't you do that Dominic? I couldn't swear with any tongue, would that make you happy?"

"Of course not," he said. I shot him my best death glare, waiting for his explanation.

"Your tongue is very useful in the bedroom…we should keep it attached to your body."

"Butt head!" I punched him in the shoulder.

"Beach whale," he teased.

"Oh my God," I whispered as I realized something.

"What?"

"I said butt head; I didn't swear…I didn't swear, Dominic!" I yelled.

"I'm so proud of you." He grinned.

"I mean…I so badly wanted to say asshole, but my brain told me to say butt head instead."

Dominic shook his head and sighed at my accidental use of swearing. At least it was accidental.

"Babeeeeeeee," I begged, dropping to my knees. "Please let me drive, please, please, please!"

"For the seventh time, NO." he replied sternly.

"Fine, I'll just stay here then." I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Fine by me, I'll see you in twenty minutes." Dominic shrugged hopping into the driver's seat of the black SUV.

I flipped him off.

"I love you too Honey, Goodbye," Dominic smiled sarcastically out the window with an enthusiastic wave.

"I don't love you," I held up both fingers.

He laughed amusingly at my childish outrage and sped off into the dirt road.

"Wait!" I screamed when he was about fifty feet away.

The break lights lit up when the car came to a sudden halt.

"Change your mind?" Dominic yelled.

"Yes," I smiled slightly as he put the car into reverse. I got in the passenger side. "But I still hate you,"

"Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" he ignored my comment, staring up and down my white sundress—paying special attention to my bare thighs, with a fire blazing in the depths of those dark eyes.

"Does sexy count?" I gulped. "I think you called me sexy once or twice today."

"Of course it doesn't count," he shook his head and smirked. "You look absolutely beautiful today, Angel."

"Thank you," I said.

We'd been driving for about ten minutes in silence when Dominic suddenly pulled over onto a large flat area of dirt and gravel.

"Why'd you stop here?"

"Because this is where the jets are landing," he tapped his watch. I nodded.

"Were you really going to leave me back there?"

"Back where?" Dominic looked at the review mirror.

Smartass.

"Back at the house,"

"Yes,"

"Why?"

"Because you wanted to drive," he answered simply.

"I don't know where you find a problem in that…I'm a great driver."

He'd been taking a swig of the bottled water when he suddenly choked and sprayed the contents all over the dash board and across the window. Dominic busted up laughing and couldn't seem to stop.

"What's so funny?" I demanded.

"Nothing," he gasped, out of breath from laughing so hard.

"If you're shitting yourself laughing, something has to be funny…so tell me the damn joke—"

"Look, they're here!" he pointed towards the window. I looked out to see a small white jet, its wheels sticking out ready to land. I squealed and jumped out of the car.

I waited anxiously as the plane made a long descent and finally landed approximately 50 yards away from our vehicle.

The hatch opened and out walked—ugh—Koslov.

"Coleslaw, my man," I ran up to him and tackled him into a headlock. "Missed you Buddy… missed you so, so much."

"Very well," he said stiffly, unlocking my arms from around his neck. "Queen Vasilisa will be off momentarily."

"Wonderful!" I couldn't have been more ecstatic to see my best friend.

"Guardian Koslov," Dominic nodded formally towards his colleague.

Gavel gave me a short, meaningful look—almost as if to say 'that is the way you should greet me.'

"Oh, come on Coleslaw…I consider you part of my family, and as you know, that is not how I greet my family." I winked.

He simply sighed and reached out to briefly shake Dominic's hand.

"Guardian Alder," Gavel gave a sharp nod.

"Guardian Alder," I waggled my eyebrows at Dominic.

"I almost forgot that was your favorite nick name to be called… I'll remember that next time we're in bed—though it hasn't specifically just been bed lately, it's been all over the house…the kitchen counter, the shower, the front porch, out on the beach—"

"Rose," he playfully growled, his eyes black with hunger. He jerked his head towards where Koslov was standing. "We have company; I don't think that is an appropriate thing to say at a time like this."

"What?" I asked innocently. "It's the truth. Any spot in the house, you name it, we've done it."

Koslov coughed uncomfortably.

"Such a pretty mouth," Dominic gazed at my lips with a thoughtful expression. "But at times, it can say such filthy unattractive things."

I didn't know how to respond to his comment—actually I did, but it involved a numerous strings of swear words. And considering I was trying to cut back on swearing—for the sake of my baby, not Dominic's—I bit my tongue and did the hardest thing I'd ever done in my life. I kept my mouth shut.

That didn't mean I still couldn't have fun.

When in doubt, resort to physical violence.

I punched him in the gut, hard.

He swore loudly in German.

"Hypocrite," I muttered. "And you told me to watch what I say."

"That's it Angel," he groaned clutching his stomach. "Don't even think about touching this body…it's off limits to you now until I believe you deserve it back."

"I'll get it back," I glared.

"I wouldn't hold my breath."

"Rose, Rose, Rose, ROSE!" An ear piercing voice screamed. It only took me a second to realize it was Lissa.

I ran over and tackled her petite body into a bone crushing hug.

"It's so good to see you!" she gushed once we broke apart.

"I missed you so much," I squealed with excitement. Lissa reached forward and trapped me in another eager hug.

"Aunt Rose, Uncle Dominooooo!" Andrea roared, charging herself into Dominic's arms. He smiled warmly and gave the tiny three year old an adoring hug.

"What did you forget about me, Sugar plum?" I questioned with the biggest grin.

I had to admit, a pang of jealousy hit me when she went to embrace him first. I felt like I was losing my thunder—and Dominic was the one stealing it—and I needed to get my rightful place back on the coolest relative throne.

"Of course not," she ran over and gave me an equally enthusiastic hug.

"Can't breathe," I gasped.

"Oops, sorry," Andrea giggled, entangling her chubby arms from around my neck.

"I just missed you so much Auntie Rose," she said.

"It's only been three days kiddo," I laughed.

"Daddy put a picture of you and Uncle Domino in my necklace so I wouldn't forget you." Andrea opened the gold locket Dominic had given her right after we returned from Germany.

Inside was a favorite photograph of Dominic and I simply embracing one another.

"That's a beautiful picture," I complimented.

"My favorite, Fluffy likes it too," she held up the pink Unicorn clutched tightly in his arms. "He missed you too…" Andrea made a smooching noise and pressed the stuffed animal against my face in a kiss.

"I bet he misses Uncle Domino more," I grinned at Dominic. Andrea jumped out of my arms and eagerly fixed all her attention on her uncle.

"So Rose, are you ready for your Bachelorette party?" I noticed Christian for the very first time cradling Eric in his arms.

"Bachelorette party?" I asked strangely.

"Hell yeah, lil dhampir...it's going to be the party of your life." Adrian face held the same care free smirk it always did.

"Adrian!" I yelled, running over and launching myself into his arms.

"Why didn't I get that kind of reaction?" I heard Christian mutter. I ignored him.

"Lil dhampir, Baby dhampir…" he greeted.

"What were you guys saying about a bachelor party?" I asked cautiously.

"Hello, you're getting married tomorrow…you need to have a Bachelorette party." I heard Lissa say from behind me.

"It doesn't involve strippers does it?" I closed my eyes waiting for an answer.

"Why of course!" Adrian boomed. "After all it is your last day of freedom before you're hitched to that loser forever. Though I will admit, it was difficult getting an exotic dancer out here in the middle of bum fucked Egypt." He looked around the beach.

"Adrian!...there's children here." Lissa scolded.

"My apologies your majesty," he gave a lazy bow. I rolled my eyes.

Adrian swiftly pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"I'm surprised you receive reception out here," he grinned cheekily.

"Shut up," I said.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Yes…yes," there was a few seconds pause as muffled sounds echoed from the phone. "Bring her out now."

"Bring who out?"

Just then a short female with bleach blonde hair and a hot pink outfit stepped out of the plane, followed by Dimitri.

"Please don't tell me that is his new girlfriend." I murmured.

"Of course not," Christian scoffed.

"Without further ado," Adrian said from beside me. "I present Mystic; she will be your Fiancé's own personal dancer tonight."

"WHAT!" I screamed.

"It's a tradition, lil dhampir, it's going to happen wither you like it or not."

"No, it's not." I said sternly.

"Yes it is. Besides, she's only paid to get naked and do some grinding...nothing too bad."

"Hey BITCH!" I howled. The blonde girls head snapped over. She looked at me strangely mixed with a little bit of fear.

"You keep your dirty fucking fingers off my husband…you understand? Or I will rip you limb from limb—"

"And that's the end of that little rant," Dominic chuckled, placing his palm over my mouth. I struggled but his grip tightened as I continued to yell muffled threats at Mystic.

"Now, I will let you go, as long as you promise not to scream." He whispered in my ear.

I nodded and he released me.

"SKANK!" I yelled. Dominic glared at me.

"Sorry babe, I had to say one more thing…but I promise I'm done now."

"Hello Roza," a deep accented voice sounded from behind me. I turned to face Dimitri.

His shoulder length brown hair was worn down today, and hung around framing his face. The deep pools of chocolate stared intensely into my eyes and I couldn't seem to look away from his hypnotic stare.

Although I will admit, Dimitri was scorchingly sexy, god-like wonder, and breathtaking…he didn't have the same affect on me he once did. He was more like a hot guy friend, one you admit is do-able, but you still decide to keep your distance and not cross that line.

"Hey Comrade," I offered him a genuinely pleasant smile, which he returned.

"It's good to see you again," Dimitri said.

"Thanks…I wish I could say the same about you." I teased. He chuckled wholeheartedly.

"Okay, Okay," Lissa's voice rang out with authority. "Girls come with me…boys go with Adrian, he's leading your bachelor party Dominic and he'll tell you everything you need to know. Now, Rose, say goodbye to your Honey now because the next time you see him you'll be walking down the aisle."

Dominic smiled like an idiot at me. I couldn't help it, I smiled back.

"I'll see you soon Miss Hathaway," he kissed me softly.

"I'm going to miss you," I pouted.

"As I will miss you," he leaned down to give my belly a kiss.

"Be good for your mother sweetie, Daddy loves you so much." With one more reluctant kiss to my stomach, he stood on his feet.

I looked over at Mystic, her bleach blond hair curled to perfection and her large breasts—no doubt physically altered. I will admit, she was pretty cute, the only complaint I had was her over use of makeup and dramatic false lashes.

"Don't cheat on me," I growled at Dominic.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He whispered.

And just to show Mystic who's territory she was on, and to give my fiancé a little something to remember me by, I snaked my arms around Dominic's neck and hopped onto his waist.

I cupped his surprised face with my hands and kissed him hard. The kiss was fiery and burned with a lustful passion—a kiss that shouldn't be witnessed by small children, or anyone for that matter.

I had no doubt in my mind that my lips would be bruised tomorrow, but it was so worth it for the way his lips felt crushed against my own.

When we broke apart, we were both gasping desperately for oxygen. I gazed into his desire filled eyes, gave him one last peck on the lips, and jumped off like the true vixen I was.

I discovered everyone staring at us with their mouths ajar—well everyone besides the guards and Dimitri. I had to stifle a laugh when I realized Lissa was covering Andrea's eyes.

"I love you babe," I flashed mystic one last devious smile before stalking off.

"Come one Lissa, let's blow this Popsicle stand!"

"Rose, Rose!" Someone was snapping their fingers in front of my face.

"What?...Oh, sorry, I was lost in my thoughts."

I tried to ignore the evil feelings floating through my head. I kept imagining that blonde bimbo grinding all over Dominic. I wanted nothing more than to stomp over to that damn hotel and bust up that meaningless bachelor party.

"The only reason you got lost in thought," Christian flipped a silver coin in the air in a real casual way. "Is because it's unfamiliar territory to you, Rose."

"Why are you here Christian?...this is a girls only party. Get out." I growled.

"I'm here to take care of Eric and Andrea. Besides, that sort of thing…is not really my thing."

"You could still go somewhere else, far, far away from here—"

"You know, Rose," Lissa draped and arm over my shoulder. "They say that your wedding goes by faster than you know—which is true, my whole wedding was a blur. Want to know what I suggest?"

"Shoot,"

"Take mental pictures—lots of them. Treasure each and every one. It'll help you remember it much better. Trust me."

"Thanks Liss, I'll keep that in mind."

"Come on, Babe," Christian snickered from his spot against the wall.

"What?" Lissa narrowed her jade green eyes at him.

"It's like I always say," he shoved his hands into the pocket of his jeans. "Everyone has a photographic memory; some just don't have the film."

I sighed.

"Christian! Behave." She shook her head disapprovingly, though I could feel amusement flowing from the bond.

"That was actually pretty good," Lilly chuckled. My head snapped over and I glared at her, the amused smile quickly vanished from her face without a trace.

"Why is she even here?" I asked with disgust.

Rose! Lissa shot through the bond. She's here because I asked her to, plus she's a good friend of Dominic's and she wanted to come to the wedding.

"More than a friend," I snorted.

Lissa glared at me.

Considering you do not have many girl friends, and your mother isn't arriving until tomorrow, I got desperate and brought her. Please be nice.

"Thank you for that kind compliment, Lilly," Christian said smugly.

Her hazel eyes sparkled and she nodded, giving a million dollar smile.

"Bitch," I muttered under my breath, as the image of her and Dominic kissing kept flashing into my brain.

"Rose," Lissa warned.

I tried to change the subject.

"Yeah, that was pretty funny Pyro…ever thought of becoming a comedian?" I asked sarcastically. Christian shrugged.

"Along, long time ago," he answered. "I believed I had a promising future…but priorities come first and I gave up that dream many years ago."

Christian walked over and wrapped his arms around Lissa.

"And…until you have a family Rose, you do not understand," he tapped a finger to his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "It's the most precious thing in the world. Materialistic things don't matter, having fun with your friends doesn't matter, and dreams don't matter. The only thing that matters…" Christian placed a kiss to Lissa's cheek.

"Is you, your honey, and long nights filled with sensual togetherness." He finished.

I snorted. "I think you forgot to mention Andrea and Eric in that important little circle of yours."

"Oh yeah," he coughed and nodded. "Those two as well, they're definitely important."

Just then, I heard the doorbell ring.

"I wonder who that could be," Lissa smiled mischievously at me before going to answer the door.

"Hello officer, is there a problem?" she giggled.

Lissa walked back into view, following behind her was a cop.

I busted up laughing.

His outfit appeared to be the same one an official officer would wear, except everything was leather. He had on a hat, fingerless black gloves, and big flashy silver glasses that obscured his face.

I also noticed that he was a bit too skinny for a stripper. Weren't they all supposed to be big, muscular, and tan? This one was pale as a ghost…I wanted to request a new dancer.

"We've been receiving allot of noise complaints." The man suddenly ripped of his button up pants, leaving him clad in a red G-string.

I had to look away.

"Which one of you is the lucky bride?"

Lissa and Lilly both pointed at me.

The dancer plugged his portable stereo into the wall, hit a few buttons and on came some crazy techno music.

"What's your name sweetie?" he began dancing to the music and unbuttoning his shirt. I couldn't help but notice his movements were kind of sloppy and seemed forced—almost like he had no idea what he was doing.

Wasn't this his supposed to be his skilled profession?

He made some cat noises and clawing motions as he slowly slid the shirt off his shoulders, leaving him bare in nothing but his bright red G-string, gloves, and flashy glasses.

I laughed.

It was a site to see.

He continued to sway to the annoying fast-beat music, getting closer to me with each movement. I suppressed a groan. I so did not want this guy's sweaty balls anywhere near me.

I heard howling laughter coming from Lissa, Christian, and Lilly as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.

The stripper launched his groin area towards my face but never made contact—thank god. I think he took the hint by the warning glare I was sending him.

Now that he was standing directly in front of me, I was able to get a good look at his face.

Deep emerald green eyes stared back at me.

"ADRIAN?" I screamed.

"Shh," he placed a finger to my lips. "It's Officer Nasty to you, and I'm about to take you ladies down town."

Adrian dropped to the floor in what was supposed to be the splits, but failed miserably. With a loud groan of pain he stood up and continued his cringe-worthy dancing.

"You know what?" I stood up and ripped the stereo cords from the wall, cutting off the techno music that was giving me a pounding headache. "That's enough…really please stop. It's painful to watch."

"What are you talking about, lil dhampir? I practiced for weeks so I could perfect that dance." Adrian removed his glasses and regarded me with utter seriousness.

"I know, and I appreciate the effort." I glared at Lissa and Christian who were still laughing their heads off. "But really, I'm just tired and I want to get some sleep so I'm well rested for tomorrow. Besides, you should be over there having fun with Dominic."

"Really?" he asked.

"Really." I nodded. "And please put your pants back on."

"Whatever you say little dhampir, your loss," With a shrug, he began buttoning up his pants.

"Thank you." I said.

Before I knew it, Christian and Adrian were off to enjoy some good fun time with Dimitri, Dominic, and—ugh—Mystic.

I only hoped they'd behave and not get Dominic too wasted.

I helped Lilly make a bed for her to sleep in on the couch. After helping Lissa give Andrea and Eric baths and dressing them in their pajamas, and saying good night to everyone, I was off to bed.

I felt so exhausted and couldn't wait to get some shut eye, this pregnancy was really beginning to wreak havoc on my body and it was only the beginning.

It felt lonely and cold without being wrapped in Dominic's arms; but after convincing myself that he was out having fun and enjoying his last night of freedom, I was able to fall asleep. Besides, starting tomorrow…I would forever share a bed with him.

I couldn't believe I was getting married tomorrow.

A/N:

Thank you Nicia, for editing this chapter on such a short notice and being the best Beta in the world! You ROCK! :-)

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