Aloha! Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, but life kind of got in the way, that a reading The Fifty Shades of Grey (I think I might love Christian Grey, how sad is that!) But on the plus side, my wedding is starting to come together, although I can't find a dress I like :( and I have finally moved house!

But enough about me! Let's get back to the story! So Rose and Adrian are on their honeymoon and Rose is wanting a baby. Lets see how this pans out shall we?

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As much as I complained, countryside isn't as bad as I thought. Adrian decided he wanted to go to the New Forest in Kent which was gorgeous! We stayed in Canterbury quite possibly the most beautiful place I have ever seen. It is how you would imagine a typical English village with quaint little thatch cottages, cobble streets and the cathedral but there was still an element of modern times as well with department stores and fast food places.

"Ok, you were right." I conceded to Adrian when we were having dinner the night before we were due to fly home.

He looked up from his meal and smirked. "I usually am right. I told you you'd like it here."

I stuck my tongue out at him and continued eating. Yes, it had been an amazing two weeks and staying the Kent had been brilliant, almost as good as London. It truly has been the best honeymoon a girl could want. But looking at Adrian now, carefree and not worrying about his spirit I realised that the place didn't matter, as long as I was with him. Cliché, I know but it's true.

But there was still that desire for a child that had stuck with me since my hospital trip that very first night and I hadn't quite struck up the courage to talk to Adrian about it. Put me against murderous Strigoi and I'm fine, ask me to talk to my husband about procreation and I am a total wimp. I mean, Adrian and I have spent hours talking about whether white chocolate is better than dark chocolate, if we preferred Converse to Vans or which is better, Peanut butter and Jelly or cheese sandwiches. But I just can't pluck up the courage to even mention having children. I mean I know we have only been married for two weeks and we weren't together that long before anyway, but I know that Adrian is who I want for the rest of my life and having the job I do, you never know what's around the corner. And if I had one wish before I die, it is to give Adrian a child. Give him a part of me that he'll have if the worst should happen. But I want a child too. Someone to call my own. A person that is half me, half Adrian. A perfect person.

The drive to the airport early the next morning was uneventful, because it is so early traffic is light but the airport is still busy, not packed like it had been when we'd arrived. We were ushered straight to Tatiana's private jet and were seated at a small table sitting opposite each other, we were given breakfast and Adrian smoked his usual cigarettes ( I conceded that he could smoke a few if he needed them, smoking none at all made him irritable which after a while got too much).

About ten minutes after takeoff Adrian broke the silence, "Rose, are you sure you're alright?" Before I could say my usual response, Adrian continued. "Don't say you're fine because I know you're not. Your aura has been weird since we got to England, after the hospital trip, I was going to let you tell me what was wrong yourself but you haven't. I want you to tell me what is wrong."

I didn't say anything for a few minutes. I'd forgotten about Adrian's ability, just because he never really mentions it anymore. How was going to explain this? I know, it is stupid and I should just man up and tell him but this was a big thing.

He reaches across and takes my hand, stroking the back of my hand. "Rose, you can tell me anything. I am your husband. Anything you need to talk about or anything you want, just tell me and I will do everything in my power to help you and I can only do that if you talk to me, sweetie."

I take a breath. "You know when I was taken into hospital and they said that they had done all those tests and they came back negative." He nodded. "Well, there was one that bothered me."

I look down unable to look at Adrian anymore. I don't know if it's embarrassment or guilt that I can't look at him.

"I think I can guess." He whispers and moves his hand to tip my chin up too look at him. "Rose...I..." he stammers, indecision crossing his face closely followed by fear and confusion.

"You don't want kids, do you?" I murmur a try to pull my face away from his grip so he can't see the tears that are filling my eyes.

He releases me and puts his head in his hands. My worst fears. Adrian doesn't want what I want. He won't give me a child.

We're silent for what seem like hours but it can't be any longer than a few minutes. Adrian looks up at me and tilts my face up to him again.

"Baby, don't cry." He says, and brushed away my tears with his thumbs. "I'm just trying to find the best way to explain this." He smiles slightly and continues to stroke my face. "It isn't that I don't want kids. I do...but not yet. Rose, we haven't been together that long, only married for two weeks. I want us to have some time just us two. Settling into married life, you getting settled into being a guardian and me trying to find something productive to do with my time." he laughs a little and I can't help the small smile that crosses my face.

I suppose he has a point. As much as I hate to admit it. I thought of this as well but, me being me, I disregard logic where Adrian to concerned.

"You have a point." I say quietly. "But I want to explain why I want this." I look directly at him and his face is impassive. When he doesn't say anything I carry on. "Being a guardian I am in constant danger, especially being Lissa's guardian. So...I...I'd hate it if the worst would happen and you'd be left alone. That's why I want a child. So you'd have a part of me if..." I can't finish the sentence and fresh tears run down my cheeks.

Adrian is silent again. He's still cradling my face in his hands but he is still. Avoiding my eyes. Not a good sign.

I carry on. "But that's not just it. That night in London when you found me crying and I said it was because of a film? It wasn't, there was this documentary about couples having children. And I looked at them after their child was born and the look of pure love and wonder on their faces when they saw their child for the first time. Seeing this little, tiny baby that they'd made and was so perfect...I want that for us. I want us to have something that is ours. Our child, Adrian." He starts to move his hands away from my face but I hold them to me, making him stay and listen to me.

He bows his head so I can't see him. I have no idea what he's thinking and it is so frustrating. This is a major thing and he can't even look at me. Is the idea of having a child so terrible to him?

Silence descends on us again but this time I can't stand it. I let go of his hands and walk away from him. There's a bedroom at the back of the plane (over the top, I know), and I make my way there, closing and locking the door behind me. I don't fight the tears this time. I let them fall freely, sobbing into my hands. Sinking to my knees leaning against the door I succumb to the grief. Grief of a child I never had, grief because my husband won't even talk to me and grief because I honestly don't know if I can be married to a man who doesn't want kids. I wish they'd never said about that pregnancy test, none of this wouldn't have happened and my honeymoon would not have been plagued by these thoughts of children.

Adrian doesn't come and find me although I know he would hear me crying. I only go back and sit down when we come into land but I don't sit with Adrian. I don't even look at him.

When we land it is eight the previous evening in Montana (so we left on Friday but got back Thursday, very disorientating), a car is already waiting to take us back to Court and we sit in silence the whole way there. It isn't an uncomfortable silence, but I can tell that Adrian just doesn't know what to say. It is a rare moment.

We arrive at Court and there a few people milling around, no one looks our way but the windows have such a dark tint, I doubt they can see us anyway. I wonder what Lissa, Christian and Eddie are doing? I wonder if they're home. Part of my hopes they are home, just to see if Adrian at least pretends that we're alright with each other.

Much to my despair, no one is home. Lissa left a note saying they were staying with Mia to give us some privacy and that she's see me tomorrow. The driver brings our suitcases into the foyer and bids us goodnight and yet again we are plunged into silence.

Picking up my suitcases I head towards our room to unpack. Adrian heads to the kitchen; I assume it is to get a drink. Whenever things get tough he retreats into a bottle. Can't say I blame him, to be honest.

I methodically unpack, focussing on the task and taking it slowly. Seeing if Adrian is going to join me and help. I drag it out for an hour and half and he doesn't come up. It's just after ten and I decide to go to bed. Pulling one of Adrian's t shirts out of the chest of drawers, I strip off my clothes part from my panties and pull his t shirt on. It smells of him and inhale deeply, feeling a pang of guilt that I caused all this tension.

Climbing into his side of the bed, I flick the lights off and bury my face into his pillow and will Adrian to come around. He has to. Our vows said "for better and for worse," I just hope he meant it.

I wake up disorientated. I alarm beside my bed says it is two in the morning. How strange that this is the time we left England. I see a figure move in the corner of the room and quickly flick the lights on. Adrian is sitting in the chair in the corner, watching me. I notice he's wearing the sweats he normally sleeps in. Very un-Adrian, I know, it shocked me too.

He rises slowly, turns out the lights and climbs into bed behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist so his hand rests on my stomach and he splays his fingers. His over hand strokes my hair and he rests his head on my shoulder. His breath tickles my ear. I stay still and don't move as much as I want to snuggle into his embrace, I resist.

After a few moments, he speaks. "Let's do it." he whispers.

I turn to face him, confused. What does he mean?

"Rose, let's have a baby."

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