Everything was fine then. We were happy for the next 5 months. We were even planning on having a child. I was excited. We were excited. You wanted a girl, but I wanted a boy. Our families were still getting used to it. You were the only that spoke to them, though. I still held my grudge. You told me not to, but I didn't listen. In a way I felt betrayed, Christian.
I'd given myself to you on the first day I met you. I didn't know why, not even me, could explain. But all I can explain is I felt something for you that first day, an attraction towards you, that I couldn't explain, that I didn't understand. You'd forced yourself on me, but I hadn't tried to push you back, because I wanted it.
I wanted you.
And it all fell apart when my father found out; it was rape, what'd you'd done.
You'd had your eye on me, before I even saw you.
What did you say that day?
"I'd seen you at school, when you were a freshman. You were beautiful, the way you didn't let anyone mess with you.
I fell in love with you that day. But I was dating your sister, you probably don't remember."
Truth is, I did. I remember catching you and Avery making out when I was fourteen. It was painful, but it was the truth. You were suppose to marry my sister.
But you met Lissa, before you met me.
Then you saw me.
And you picked me.
I got pregnant with our first kid, 4 months into being married. You were happy. There was a glow in your face I hadn't seen. A brightness in your eyes. A beautiful and perfect smile on your lips. You were literally jumping with excitement. You took me in your arms, and you spun me around. You couldn't stop saying, "I love you."
You were laughing.
You were happy.
And your happiness was mine.
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Our families were actually happy. Even Avery. Except Lissa. You could see it; her smile was fake. I felt a pang in my chest, my best friend was in pain because of me. Because I loved you and you loved me.
I hadn't seen Dimitri since that night, and I had forgotten, but the day we announced my pregnancy, he walked out of the room.
No one noticed. No one, but me. I saw it in his face, that much like Lissa, he was suffering. I needed to fix this. But how? Maybe, I should have gone to you for help. I should of told you everything. Instead, when you were speaking with Eric, I followed where Dimitri had gone off. He was at my garden, the one I had grown, with roses.
It was my perfect place to be at, besides being in your arms.
"I'm sorry," I told him, in a whisper. There was a cold breeze that passed by at that moment. I shivered, and he still wouldn't turn around. How was it, that his feelings were so strong, when he barely knew me?
But he did know me. From those hours of talking, he got to know me.
"You did nothing wrong," he answered after a few minutes. Even when he said that, why was it, that I felt like I had?
"Then, don't give me the cold shoulder." He turned around, with a hard expression.
Christian, know that despite what happened next, I still loved you.
I kissed him. And he kissed me back, with such a force that I almost tumbled back, but he was there to catch me. Like always.
I knew it was wrong, but we had sex. At first I made myself think it was just to make him feel better.
That was the first time I cheated on you.
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The baby was growing fast, and it seemed those nine months went by fast. I didn't do anything with Dimitri. Except talk in those hours we spent at your sisters.
When I was four months pregnant, we found out the sex; we would be having a son. You were happy, even if you wanted a daughter. I was ecstatic. We went shopping for everything that we could find. We started building the nursery room, and every day we put something new for our son.
It was when I was 7 months pregnant that we chose the name for our son.
We were at the beach again, we hadn't been there for a very long time. The sun was setting, when we started walking along the shore, hand in hand. There was a slight wind, playing around with my hair. I was huge.
I felt like an elephant, and every time I told you this you laughed, and shook your head. Dimitri said I was still beautiful even more so, because of the glow in my skin.
He made me feel better about myself.
We decided to stop, so we could see the sun setting. You stopped in front of me, getting on your knees, and kissing my stomach. I admit it, it made me horny.
Your blue eyes looked up at me. They looked darker, but there was still that same glow. "I was thinking," your voice was hesitant. I tilted my head, slightly, to one side. "Yes?"
"The name, for him. If you don't mind-" I interrupted you. "His name will be Lucas," there was a grin on your face that was contagious.
Your father, his name was Lucas, but he died in a car accident, a few months before we met. I knew you that well, that I knew you wanted to name our son after your father. And I wanted to give that to you, as a gift.
"I hope he has your blue eyes," I told you. I love your eyes. The sapphire blue, how they changed from dark, to light, how alive they seemed sometimes. The fire I could see in them. I wanted our son to have your same eyes.
We stayed there for a few more minutes, till the sun set. We went home,and while cuddled in your arms, I dreamt of him.
When I woke up the next day and threw up, it wasn't morning sickness.
Christian, I was disgusted with myself.
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Sooo before you say anything;
Here's an analogy of Christian's and Rose's first time.
You have someone you either really like or respect; maybe even your mother.
He/She forces you to eat something, you don't want to.
You taste it.
You like it.
You want more.
You end up loving the person that introduced you that amazing food ;D
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