So? How's Promises Left Behind? Like it? Love it? Gotta have it? Sry, just went to Cold Stone and thought the size names were pretty cool…Anyways, review and send me suggestions on both stories.

In turned out the Italian restaurant was very, very, very fancy.

They had the gourmet dishes that only gave you one bite and cost over fifty bucks.

Even the clothes for your lap were embroidered in gold!

I was so busy admiring the restaurant, I almost forgot the presence of my parents.

"So Lissa", Janine started. "What's the occasion?"

Lissa turned to me for something, but when she saw my deadly expression, she turned to Dimitri.

"There's two occasions, actually. But I think Guardian Belikov would like to announce it." she whispered softly.

I was seated in between Lissa and Mia, who I'd been catching up with.

I clutched both their hands, so hard, they yelped.

"Take it easy Rose." muttered Mia.

Dimitri looked into my eyes and then turned to my parents, with a soft, yet serious expression.

My mother crossed her arms and waited for what was to come.

Abe was leaning against the table, elbows proudly on the corners, looking at Dimitri sullenly.

I took a deep breath while Dimitri started. "As you know, I love Rose with all my heart and would let nothing hurt her."

I glanced at my mother and saw her gripping the table cloth tightly, it was almost ripping.

I grimaced.

Dimitri continued in a calm voice. "So I took her to Russia with me and was given the honor to propose to her." He paused. "And she said yes."

My mother's jaw dropped down to the ground.

Abe sat back in his chair, actually taking this in better then her. And he seemed sort of…happy for us.

My mother's face was getting red which brought out the real Janine Hathaway.

Ignoring the fact that we were in a five star restaurant and shouting was forbidden here, that didn't stop her from getting to us.

The moment he finished that sentence, she jumped up, fists clenched at her side.

"YOU PROPOSED TO HER?! SHE'S ONLY EIGHTEEN, BELIKOV! YOUR SEVEN YEARS OLDER THEN HER! AND DON'T EVEN IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE'S MY DAUGHTER! YOU JUST CAN'T PROPOSE TO HER! IT'S AGAINST ALL THE RULES IN THE WORLD!"

Uh-oh.

I immediately took stand for Dimitri and stood up.

"Mom, you just said I'm eighteen, so I can make my own choices now! And there is no rules against that. I will marry Dimitri and we will have a child!"

I blurted it out so fast, I didn't even realize what I had said before it came out of my mouth.

Everyone was silent.

My mother was shaking furiously. "YOU'RE PREGNANT?! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ROSEMARIE HATHAWAY! I DIDN'T RAISE YOU TO BE A WHORE!"

Dimitri interrupted, a calm expression still on his face. "Rose isn't a whore. The baby is only a one in a million chance and we were lucky enough to have that chance. Please Janine, don't blame it on Rose. It's my own fault."

Janine rolled her eyes. "HELL YEAH I'M BLAMING IT ON YOU BELIKOV! IS THAT WHAT YOU TWO HAVE BEEN DOING? INSTEAD OF FOCUSING ON GUARDING YOUR CHARGES?"

I shook my head. "Of course not!"

She shook her head. "Whatever Rosemarie." She put on her jacket and headed out the door.

I looked at Dimitri.

I hadn't noticed that the complete restaurant had stopped to listen to our performance.

Dimitri gave me the look that told me that everything would be okay.

I looked at Abe who leaned forward and studied us both with a calm expression. "Well congratulations, you two. Boy or girl?"

I wasn't all that Abe wasn't mad or out of control. That's one of the reasons I liked him.

I creased my forehead and sat down again, forcing a smile.

"Girl." I said simply.

He smiled then turned to Dimitri. "Sorry about that. I know Janine and she gets kind of…"

Dimitri laughed. "No problem. I've worked with her before."

After that, we were all consumed in intellectual conversations, the memory of my mother being here soon faded away.

After, dinner ended, Christian invited Dimitri over for some man time at there house, while Lissa and I did girl stuff at ours.

At first, we started getting really peppy by drinking a liter of Pepsi (hey, it isn't alcohol!).

And as soon as we were finished, I brought my iTouch and speakers downstairs where we cranked it up and started dancing on the couch to Bad Romance by Lady Gaga and other songs by All Time Low, New Found Glory, Beyonce, Panic! At The Disco, and The Academy Is…

I was 100% sure that sugar alone was running through my blood streams instead of blood.

We also got into the habit of stripping of our clothes until we were only in our underwear.

I grabbed two hairbrushes from bathroom, gave one to Lissa, and started singing in the other.

"Rah rah ah-ah-ah! Ro mah ro-mah-mah! Gaga Ooh-la-la! Want your bad romance!"

We didn't even care if we were singing out of tune. It was fun.

After going through my playlist about a million times, we turned it off and started talking.

"That was fun." Lissa commented with a huge grin.

I nodded and smirked. "Someone wants a bad romance with Christian."

Lissa smacked my shoulder which had no effect on me. "Shut up. Like you don't already have one with Dimitri."

I rolled my eyes. "But I actually admitted it."

Lissa opened her mouth but closed it again.

"I prove my point." I said.

"You already know what's going on between me and Christian. Hell, you see it everyday! You fucking weirdo, going into people's fucking heads, seeing what they do to certain people's fucking boyfriends."

I laughed and fell back onto the couch. "I can't help it. I was born a slut, okay?"

We both laughed again and fell asleep on the couch, still in our underwear, bottles of Pepsi still scattered on the floor, iPod speaker still scattered within the wires.

Dimitri and I have a hell of a lot of cleaning up to do.

I woke up when the door creaked open.

I opened my eyes groggily and smiled lazily at Dimitri and Christian.

"Hey." I murmured, leaning my head back against the couch.

They came over to us; Christian carrying Lissa in his arms.

"See you later guys."

I waved at them then was on the verge of falling asleep when Dimitri shook my arm.

"Rose." He whispered. "Come on, let's go upstairs. You can't sleep on the couch."

I groaned and muttered something about being too tired to get my ass of the couch.

Dimitri chuckled and shook his head. "Do you want me to carry you?"

I nodded and stretched out my arms to wrap around him.

Once I felt those strong arms around me to haul me up the stairs, I fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.