There wasn't much to do in a desolate cabin in the middle of nowhere in Colorado, but both Rose and Dimitri, made the best of it.
They'd only been in the cabin for the past 4 days, and no progress had been made. Dimitri still knew nothing about her but that she was about to burst, and apparently had no family. Rose only knew what the rest of the world knew, Rose didn't want anyone to know her.
She seemed oddly familiar though, and Dimitri tried to decipher the beauty in front of him.
She had been afterall been very well known in the media, that was when she had the money though, the luxury to waer expensive clothes, the jewelry, and the make up.
But now she didn't have any.
All the money she had, she was trying to save, she would need it when the baby came.
She had never known her father, her mother had died right before she had turned 18, now she was 25 years old, broke, in more than one way.
She was still afraid they would somehow find about her, though it was foolish, the lines were dead, the blizzard was still on, stronger than before. But she still had that feeling, and it wouldn't go away.
She was on the edge, making the baby uncomfortable.
Dimitri noticed this, and he tried to make her comfortable, but it seemed she didn't want anything to do with him.
That kinda stung, but Dimitri thought it was foolish. He'd just met the woman, and it seemed she had more than a few skeletons in the closet.
All he'd wanted was solitude, peace... Peace after what had happened with Ivan.
Instead he was taking care of a pregnant woman, stuck in a remote cabin, for God knows how long.
A beautiful woman, she seemed like a peace of art.
And he still wanted to know more, there was just something about her.
He decided to stop thinking about for once, and concentrate on his western novel.
He begun reading, and out of the corner of his eye he saw her sit down, with great effort, on the other couch, opposite of him.
She rested her hands on her swollen stomach, drumming her fingers, biting her cheek.
"Are you alright?" he finally asked her. As if for the first time realizing he was there, she turned to look at him, in alarm. She didn't really recognize him at first, momentarily forgetting where she was.
"Oh, yes, fine, thank you," she answered, but he didn't believe her.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, nodding her head.
They stared at each other for a while, then Rose gasped.
"What's wrong?" he panicked, getting up.
She put a hand to her waist, panting,
"Nothing, he just kicked, he's very uncomfortable."
That was the first time she ever spoke of the baby, and Dimitri cherished the information.
He took a seat by her.
"Do you want me to do anything?" he wanted to help her in any way.
"No," she told him, her voice calmer.
She was closer now, making her want to get out of there faster.
What would happen if her time came?
Oh, god, she hoped not.
"Can you cook me something?" her big, brown, eyes looked up at him.
He couldn't resist even if he wanted to.
He hadn't let anyone in since Ivan, but Rose was different.
He was going to know everything about Rose, he was going to know her inch by inch, uncover all her secrets, and that was a promise.