All characters that are from the TWILIGHT saga by Stephanie Meyer belong to Stephanie Meyer. All others belong to me. I do not receive profit for these stories except for the joyous enjoyment of reviews.

This story follows right after When I'm Gone: Third Installment to GONE Saga, so if you haven't read that one or the two before, please do.

The timeline of the story will coincide with Gabriel Michael Laskaris' growing up years, starting at Seth and Rosa's wedding day, April 12th and will progress from there.

AN: Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! Gaby, lette, Chelsea, DripDrop, and Ses -I love you guys!

Kudos to my idea-Beta...another one of her ideas used in this chapter. Love you Gaby!

Chapter Two

San Sebastian, Spain

Rose leaned against the door frame, breathing in the sweet aroma of her café con leche as she studied the beautiful sight before her.

The room they had called their own for the past two weeks was sparsely yet beautiful furnished, the walls whitewashed, sheer white curtains gently dancing with the breeze that came through the open terrace doors, the morning light filling the airy room, giving it that early beautiful morning glow.

A beautiful royal blue rug covered the light wood flooring, the tiled border along the top of the walls the same rich hue.

The large wrought iron bed was the focal point of the room and although everything was beautiful to look at, her complete concentration was centered on the sole occupant of that rumpled bed.

She let her eyes roam over his body –spread face down on his side of the bed –as she took a sip from her coffee mug, admiring the way the muscles of his back rippled with every breath he took, the sun's rays caressing his skin, bringing out a beautiful reddish hue that contrasted wonderfully against the white cotton sheet covering him hip to knee, a muscled leg dangling off the side of the bed.

Letting out a sigh, she crossed her ankles as she took another sip of the hot liquid, wishing she could take a picture of him.

Unfortunately, he had made her promise never to photograph him when he was unconscious –and naked.

Rose giggled as she remembered the pictures she had taken the morning after their first night there…he had looked so beautiful as the early morning sun touched his face, relaxed in sleep –she hadn't been able to help herself.

Without even developing those pictures, she already knew which would be her favorite –just waking up, he had given her a sweet sleepy smile that made her wonder what a little boy of theirs would look like.

Pushing away from the door frame as she uncrossed her ankles, she quietly moved across the warm floor, placing her coffee mug on the side table next to a royal blue vase filled with two dozen white roses.

Carefully climbing onto the bed, she reclined against the pillows, the hem of his shirt –which she was wearing –riding up her thigh as she drew her knees up.

He let out a sigh before turning his face away from her, burrowing his arms under his pillow before settling.

She tilted her head, hair sliding over her shoulder as she watched him sleep, several seconds quietly passing by before she reached out, gently trailing her fingers down his back, watching the way his muscles contracted and relaxed, a trail of goosebumps left behind as she drew patterns over his hot skin.

Even in sleep, he reacted to her touch, the heat in his body slowly climbing up as she moved her fingers closer to the edge of the cotton sheet.

Biting her bottom lip, she moved closer, sliding down the bed to lean over him, her lips soft as she kissed the dip between his shoulder blades, her hand moving over his hip and under the sheet, softly stroking the taut muscles of his buttocks as she trailed soft little kisses up his back, occasionally giving him nipping bites.

He was so beautiful. Rose buried her nose into the side of his neck as he let out a sleepy hum, breathing him in while moving a hand up his back as she nibbled on his ear.

He was beautiful and he was all hers.

Moving her lips to the back of his neck, she placed a kiss at the base of it, her teeth scraping against his skin before she bit down.

"Fuck," Seth turned to look at her as he pulled her into his arms, wedging her halfway under him as he buried his face into her neck, "You sure know how to wake a guy up in the morning."

Rose giggled, wiggling further under him as he trailed kisses down her chest, his erection pressed against her thigh as he moved his hand down her back and under the shirt, stroking his fingers over her bare bottom, "I didn't think you'd want to sleep away our last day here."

She felt Seth's smile against her skin, his nose brushing over the swell of her breast as he asked, "Got something particular to do in mind?"

Rose ran her fingers through his hair as he moved his hand over her hip, his thumb brushing over the raised skin there, "I just did my yoga."

"Ah," Seth lifted his head to smile into her hazel eyes, "Well, that explains why you're so frisky this morning."

She laughed, watching him as he stroked her hip again, a look of awe and pure lust in his eyes as he studied the blue and black ink tattooed into her skin, his fingers tracing the delicate calligraphy of his name, two staggered puppy paw-prints beside the h, "I still can't believe you actually did this."

Rose's stomach muscles tightened as he moved down to place a kiss on the inked skin, the tattoo no bigger than a business card, "I thought it would make a good wedding gift for you."

"Mhm," he hummed against her skin, his open mouth moving up her flat stomach, "Definitely a good wedding gift. Now, any time you wear one of those skimpy bikinis you brought with you, every man looking at you will know you're mine."

Rose let out a shuddering breath, her arms moving over his back as he covered her body with his, fingers tugging at the buttons holding the shirt close, "What about the ring on my finger?"

Seth chuckled as he pushed his shirt off her shoulders, her fingernails dragging over his shoulders and down his chest as he completely removed the shirt, tossing it aside with a smile, "Some guys don't know how to take that hint."

Rose arched her back as he kissed her neck, moaning as a hand slid between her thighs, his fingers finding her slick and ready, "Did you ever ignore that hint?"

"Baby," his breath was hot against her sensitive skin as he flicked a pebbled nipple with the tip of his tongue, "I never liked playing with someone else's toys."

Rose's surprised laugh turned into a soft groan as he sank two fingers into her, his mouth closing over her nipple and sucking hard.

"Is that –" her breath hitched before she teasingly whispered into his ear, "Is that what I am," her fingernails dragged down his back, a smile spreading across her face as he shivered, "Your toy?"

"Mine," Seth growled as he kissed her, rising over her body, hands on either side of her head, "All mine."

Rose let out a moan as he slowly pushed into her, wrapping her long legs around him and digging her fingers into his hips as she softly exhaled, "Yes. All yours."


They walked hand in hand down the Paseo de la Concha, having had breakfast at the Restaurante Narru down from where they were staying.

"So what would you like to do on our last day here," Seth asked as he slid his hand into the pocket of his khaki pants, the other holding on to his wife's small hand, his thumb occasionally stroking over her wedding ring, "The only things planned for today is dinner at La Habana followed by drinks and dancing at La Rot –that place."

Rose laughed, her hair rippling down her back as she looked up at him, "La Rotunda."

"You can keep showing me how but I'll never be able to get around the r," he smiled at her laugh as he tried to roll his r without success.

"As long as you can say the important things I've taught you," Rose smiled as he stopped, pulling her into his arms and resting his forehead against hers.

"Well, let's see how good of a teacher you are," Seth tilted his head to the side, kissing her smiling mouth before whispering against her soft lips, "Te amo." *I love you*

Her smile spread into a grin, "And who am I?"

"Mi nena linda," Seth whispered as he gently nipped her bottom lip, "Mi esposa." *My lovely baby. My wife*

Rose reached up to frame his face, taking him by surprise as she pushed her tongue into his mouth, the kiss sweet and hot at the same time.

Moving his hands up her back under the mint green cardigan she wore over a white summer dress, he pulled her against him, his thumbs brushing the sides of her full breasts.

A high pitched whistle had them breaking apart, Rose letting out a soft hum as she stroked the back of his neck, "I always forget where we are when you kiss me."

"Ah, then I'm not alone…and you kissed me."

Rose smiled as she kissed his bottom lip, whispering into his mouth before stepping, "You're never alone…and as your wife, I can kiss you anytime I want."

Seth grinned as she slid her hands down his arms to lace her fingers through his, her eyes turning slightly sad as she softly said, "I'd like to say good-bye to my parents…then we can rent a boat and go to Isla Santa Clara for lunch."

Seth nodded, leaning down to kiss her nose as he squeezed her hands before letting one go, continuing their stroll, the lapping waves of the bay soft music accompanied by the chatter of locals and tourists alike, "Being we've seen your parents every day for the past ten days, it's only fitting we say good-bye before we leave."

Rose smiled, wrapping her arm around his as she leaned her head against his shoulder, her lips brushing a kiss against the hot skin below the sleeve hem of his casual button down shirt, avidly watching the people around them as they made their way to the train station off of the Paseo.

Seth turned his head to kiss the top of hers, breathing in the cherry blossom scent that was uniquely hers before saying in a nonchalant voice, "They don't like me."

Rose's dark eyebrows lowered in confusion as she looked up at him, "Who?"

"Your parents."

Rose let out a rich laugh, stopping to reach down and adjust the straps of her sandals as she looked up at him, "What makes you say that?"

"A bird crapped on me last time we were there," Seth was doing a pretty good job at keeping a serious face –unfortunately, Rose wasn't doing as well, "That was totally a coincidence!"

"A coincidence," he gave her an affronted look, "Is it a coincidence the bird crapped on me right after you told your parents we had sex before getting married? Which, by the way, was it really necessary to tell them that?"

Rose laughed as they continued their walk, taking their time to reach the train station that would take them to the Cemeterio Polloe where her parents had been buried, "My parents would have loved you."

Seth smiled at that, reaching up to readjust the strap of Rose's camera bag over his shoulder, "I'm sure your dad would have made me sweat."

Rose placed a kiss on the back of his hand, "He always had a knack for making Arturo nervous whenever he came to ask me out to play."

"Good," Seth nodded as they reached the train station, pulling out his wallet once they walked up to an open toll window, "Any boy comes around knocking and asking for my daughter is going to get the crap scared out of him."

Rose laughed as he paid for their tickets, slowly ambling to their terminal holding hands, "Good thing that's going to be a long while."

"How long of a while," Seth found an empty bench, sitting down and pulling her into his lap, "You do want children, don't you?"

"I do, it's just…" Rose played with the collar of his shirt as the trauma of the night the twins had been born rushed in on her, "I'm not sure I'm quite ready for the pregnant part of having children."

Seth reached up to cup his hand over her cheek, his thumb stroking her bottom lip, "There's no hurry, baby. We've got plenty of time to get started on babies later. For now…I'll enjoy having you to myself."