Wow. I'm such a bad author! I don't think a story has ever been this ignored before; for this long!

I'm really sorry about that! Please forgive me! But, I've almost finished the last chapter of What if?, so that should be posted in a few days, meaning I can focuse my entire atteniton on this story :D

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Anyway, here's the chapter!

Previously...

And that's how I ended up sitting on the sticky, tiny, airport chair, a plane ticket to Hawaii sitting in my fisted hand.

'Pop!' went the bubble gum in Rose's mouth. She sat on the other side of me, back slouched and magazine in hands. Her jean-covered legs were crossed in a relaxed way, yet her expression mirrored one of annoyance. I knew she didn't want to be here; I was practically forcing her, but I loved her for helping me. As a friend, of course.

Her silky locks framed her face, flowing down her shoulders. It was the first time I'd seen Rose wear her hair down... when she didn't have to. It looked nice –beautiful actually. Weird.

"This is so awesome!" Aisley cheered, jumping up and down on her seat, and, as our seats were attached, jiggling my chair as well.

She'd been doing this for the past half hour.

I was getting annoyed.

And an annoyed Dimitri Belikov is not good.

But I was restraining from hurting the young girl as I knew that she wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me. It was also kind of cute in an annoying way.

Michael was also excited – I could tell –but because he had spent the previous weekend with Jesse, he was hiding his emotions so as not to be 'childish'. A whole weekend; Jesse had spent a whole weekend brainwashing Michael just as he was starting to make some progress and actually act his age. I really think Rose should fight for full custody, just so that bastard stayed away from the poor kid.

"Mummy! Mummy, Mummy, Mummy!" Aisley screeched... right into my ear, before running over to Rose.

Rose shoved the magazine into my chest and uncrossed her legs so that her daughter could crawl onto her lap. She smiled sweetly as the little six year-old went on to say what she was going to do once we got to Hawaii and ask if Rose could braid her hair.

A few minutes later, Aisley was spinning around in circles, accidently hitting people with her flailing arms, and flipping her braid around like a fan. Rose thought it was adorable, filming every second.

It actually was really cute.

I was amusedly watching the little girl's humorous celebration, but her big brother stepped into my view, his face completely serious. Even though I was sitting down and he was standing, I was still about a head taller, so I tilted my head down slightly, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Dimitri?" He started nervously. "I... um, wanted to thank you." He threw his arms around my neck, clutching tightly, and I noted that his tiny body was strong for his age. I instantly wrapped my arms around him.

"What for?"

He pulled away to look in my eyes. "For everything."

I smiled, looking into his sincere green eyes, watching them sparkle. He was very excited – I could tell.

For the first time since Tasha had forced us to go on this trip, I was actually glad that we were going.

A little while later, with a snoozing Aisley resting in my arms, I spotted Tasha strutting down the airport. She wheeled behind her two very large suitcases and one carry-on, both of them extravagant and pink. I couldn't help but compare them to Rose's bag, which was one single, dark brown suitcase, a string of roses decorating the side.

Ironic. But Tasha didn't know that.

She spotted our group amongst the crowd of people and immediately ran towards us, dodging the thousands of moving bodies. Pulling her bags awkwardly along behind her, she pushed her legs into overdrive, moving into a sprint.

Then... she fell over. Head first.

Tasha was still pretty far away, so when Rose and her son started laughing, she didn't hear. Luckily.

Rose got a hold of herself first, and said to no one in particular while wiping away tears: "Nicely done." She then turned to me, patting my knee softly, her eye filled with a mischievous twinkle and amused tears. "You sure pick your ladies well, Dimka."

"Shut up, don't say anything, and don't call me that; I hate that name," I muttered, flicking Rose on the forehead lightly and stood up, placing little snoozing Aisley on the seat. Rose giggled further, standing up as well.

"Then why do you let her call you that?" Rose asked, an eyebrow raised, grinning at me.

"Because when she says it, it's not that bad."

"And you want to screw her."

"Uh... yeah." I was joking, of course, and Rose knew that. It was kind of true though. Just a little bit.

Rose rolled her eyes, laughing slightly. Michael, fortunately, was still laughing like a drunken hyena, literally rolling around on the airport floor.

I ran over to him and picked him up, positioning him on his feet just as Tasha came over. Her face was flushed, but thinking we didn't see her fall, she pretended she didn't know why Michael was laughing.

"What's the joke?" She asked, smiling down at 'Bobby' as he laughed hysterically.

"Oh nothing, it's just-"

"I told a joke, and you know... me and my jokes." I interrupted Michael, glaring at him as Tasha kissed me on the cheek. Her lips were covered in lip-gloss so when she wasn't looking I wiped it of my cheek. It was cute, and it made her lips look great, but it didn't feel real good on my skin.

"Oh, Mia, look," Tasha said to Rose, handing her a magazine. Rose read the cover, eyebrows raised. She glanced at me, smirking slightly, before giving the magazine back.

"Oh wow. I haven't read that magazine in years; last time I read it I was probably fifteen."

I groaned. Rose hadto go and mention the age thing between Tasha and I again,didn't she?

A few silent –awkward – minutes later, we heard ourboarding call over the airport speakers.

"Okay, Mi –Bobby, let's go. Time to go to Hawaii!" Rose exclaimed to her son, picking up Aisley from the seat. Aisley immediately snuggled into her mother's chest, wrapping her tiny fingers into Rose's hair. Tasha 'awww'ed.

I grinned, realising that Rose thought no one else was coming. Ha, wait till she finds out.

"Wait, Mia, we're still waiting for someone," I said, smiling as she turned around and looked at me in shock.

"What?"

Aisley stirred, but remained asleep. Rose glanced down at her beautiful daughter, lowering her voice. "What do you mean?I thought this was it," she demanded, referring to our small group angrily. She looked confused, all the while glaring at me fiercely.

Tasha spoke up, not picking up on Rose's bad mood. "Yeah, I invited your boyfriend:Doug."

Rose's eyes widened, reminding me of saucers at that moment.

"My... my what?" She struggled out, glancing at me angrily. I stepped in front of Tasha, cutting her off before she could continue to talk. Sometimes I think that her mouth is a little too big when it comes to blabbing off.

I gave Rose a pointed look. "Yes, your boyfriend. The one you love so very much."

She stared at me horrified. And as if on cue, 'Doug', or Adrian, came walking into our little group. He walked up to Rose, standing in front of her.

"Hello, my lovely."

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