Hey, I'm back! :D Okay, so I think I did alright :) I did update like I promised, the only issue is that it isn't as long as I promised. I had a concert on tonight so I didn't get as much done as I would have liked, but I tried really hard. This is the best I could do. I will be updating again tomorrow though, if you guys want :)

If my mum knew I was up this late writing, I think she would kill me, then bring me back to pick up the pieces.

This one is, again, a bit of a filler chapter, but longer than the last one. Am I the only one that notices that your work looks a lot longer on Word, than fanfiction?

ENJOY :D

Previously...

DPOV

I don't know what it is, but Rose can be a very mysterious person when she wants to be.

When I kissed her neck- her incredibly soft neck- she made a kind of choked moan, something very out of character for Rose. I couldn't decipher whether she was acting, or...

No. There was no way...

Was she really feeling that?

I had to find out.

Stop. You can't think like that. She's your best friend; of course she's not feeling that! She's obviously just trying to rub it in to Mia that she has a sexy, amazing, hot husband. And that's me being modest.

And I can't test her emotions, no matter how much I want to. I'm in a very serious relationship with Tasha, Rose is my friend and it would be weird and she doesn't need me annoying her at the moment.

Then again...

No, Dimitri.

I blinked back to reality and smirked at Mia. From what Rose had told me she was not happy being beaten, and didn't put up with big mouths like me. This would be fun.

Her blue eyes glared at me before she sharply turned to face her cabana, which sat on the beach about a metre or two away. It looked expensive, and at the look I saw Mia shoot at Rose, I wished that it would get washed away in the tide.

"Aaron, sweetheart!" Mia called out, "Could you come out and meet some friends for a minute?"

The little cabana door was pushed aside and a man stepped out. As he came closer I could tell that he was about five foot nine, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was basically a taller, male version of Mia.

Rose inhaled a quick gasp, and I took that as a sign that he was good looking. Mia saw it that way too, because she wrapped her arm around Aaron's waist and pulled him closer, grinning smugly at Rose. Rose mentally growled- I could just tell- and also pulled me closer, wrapping my arms around her more. The little skin-on-skin contact sent little chills up my arm, but I blamed it on the wind.

"This is my gorgeous- as you can tell- husband, Aaron." Mia's grin seemed to widen as she glared deeply into Rose's eyes, staring her down.

Roza glared right back.

It was brilliant really, it was a bit like two hungry bulls fighting over a meal, and in this case the meal was envy. The girls wanted to be envied; to have their life desired by the other. It was pretty funny.

Aaron smiled at me, reaching forward to shake my hand and as our hands connected I noticed his hand was...soft; strangely soft. I brushed the thought away. He then leant forward to kiss Rose on the cheek, then going for the other side as well.

"It's lovely to meet you both." He smiled, kissing Mia on the top of the head, "Mia's told me quite a lot about you, Rose."

Mia giggled, "All good, I promise," She even winked at Rose.

I wonder why I find that hard to believe.

It was silent for a few seconds before Rose really pulled out the big guns (and no, not my biceps).

"Well, we better be getting back," She gestured to me, "we've got to be getting back to our kids, so-"

"You have a child?" Mia stuttered, and I knew at that moment that she was defeated.

"Yep, two actually," Rose replied, digging her nails into my arm as she realised I was about to say something.

It was quite obvious that Mia didn't have children by the jealous look that crossed her face, before she quickly pushed it aside.

I guess that every woman has some sort of desire to be a mother, it's only instinctual. I know my mother was like that, and if my father had spent more time at home than at work then I would have a hell of a lot more siblings, possibly even a brother- although I don't know if my luck is that good.

From the stories I've heard (courtesy of Lissa), Rose was never the motherly type. She spent her time partying, out a night clubs and getting so drunk that she forgot what gender she was.

I wish I was there during those times.

And when Rose got pregnant it came as a shock to everyone- everyone but Rose. Apparently she was in love with the idea and was excited. And when I see Rose with her kids I don't find that hard to believe. She is an absolutely amazing mother, there's no doubt.

She may regret her marriage with Jesse, but she would go through that experience a million times if she got to keep Michael and Aisley.

I caught myself staring at Rose adoringly, and when I glanced up at Mia I could see her eyes watering slightly. Aaron was too busy writing his name in the sand with his foot to notice.

She shoved a smile onto her lips though, and looked at us with fake happiness.

"Well, that's great Rose! I'm happy for you, but you know, that kind of thing isn't our style," She not-so-subtly kicked Aaron on the leg to attract his attention back to the conversation, "we prefer to travel and be free, you know?"

It was Rose's turn to give a jealous look, and Mia gladly accepted it.

Rose didn't know. She was always held done by something in her life. With her mother absent she didn't go on holidays with her, and when she was old enough to go away on her own she was held done by financial issues. Then it was Jesse. He didn't like to travel, so it meant Rose was forced to stay home. Actually, I think that coming to Hawaii was Rose's first time on a plane.

It was silent again for a few seconds before Rose stepped out of my arms and started walking away.

"We'll have to catch up some time, Rose." Mia said, smiling what I think was a genuine smile.

"Of course, I would love that!"

"I'm might just kill her."

"Don't say that Rose," I scolded, "at least not out loud, because when you do kill her you'll be the first suspect!"

She giggled, slapping my arm playfully, our argument at the start of the night completely forgotten, or in my mind at least.

We walked back to Rose's room in comfortable silence and bid each other a quick goodbye. She went into her room while I returned to mine and Tasha's room. Tasha and the kids were watching a movie together, and when I walked in she came to greet me in the kitchen.

"Hey baby,"

Baby?

"What took you so long?" She asked me, running her hands along my shoulders and down my back comfortingly.

I sighed, "Ran in to an old friend and we got talking,"

"Oh okay."

She pulled away from me and started getting herself a drink, offering me one too.

"No thanks," I replied, and then it was silent, only the sound of the movie aiding the silence.

We sat down at the small table in the middle of the kitchen, and I knew that Tasha wanted to talk.

"So, I spoke to the kids (particularly Aisley) about why they were acting strangely, and they said that they feel somewhat neglected by you."

Did they now?

"So I called up Rose just before you came in and we organised to go out tomorrow, meaning you and the kids get the day all to yourselves! How does that sound?" Tasha was grinning so widely, her perfect white teeth sparkling as much as her eyes.

The pitter-patter of feet sounded as Michael and Aisley came running into the kitchen, each in their cute, matching pyjamas.

I sighed as they ran into my arms, exclaiming happily about how excited they are. Tasha was still smiling.

I mentally slapped myself and put on a smile.

"That's great!"

"Dimitri?" Aisley asked me, looking out the window as we drove to our destination.

"Yes, fake daughter?"

"Where are we going?"

The car pulled to a stop in front of the place where we were going to spend the day.

"We, Aisley, are going to play golf."

I hope you like it :)