Rose POV

I was wrapped in his arms when I awoke. This was a first for me because I generally slept in later than he did. "Dimka..." I yawned, seeking to push his arms away from my body. It was hot... Way too hot for naked cuddling.

"Comrade... It's too hot. Are you trying to make me have a heat stroke?" I whined more, and instead of letting me go, he pulled the blankets off of us. "Problem solved" he smirked and gently nuzzled my neck.

I gave him a pouty, dissatisfied expression. "Kidding, Kidding," he said, rolling his eyes slightly. He let me go and threw the blankets back over us. "Good morning, Roza," he said, smiling innocently as if he hadn't just tried to kill me.

"Good morning" I replied with a smile on my face. His smile was so sweet and calming... Seeing it made me smile even more. He just kept looking at me, very detailed looks. It was like he was studying me, My beauty... He did that often.

"Take a picture, it would last longer," I say sarcastically. "Roza, I have many pictures of you. I just prefer looking at you without a camera lens." His smile widened even more as he kissed my forehead.

He got up, pulling one of the blankets with him to cover his naked body. Not that I haven't seen it before. I was the one that pushed him off of me but I still wanted him to lay by my side. "Leaving me so soon?" I looked up at him, and his tall figure.

"I thought it was too hot for me to give you my attention" He looked down at me, clearly teasing. "Screw the heat if it means you have to leave me all alone in bed." I gave a smile, not a sweet one but more of a needy one.

A smirk appeared on his face, and I knew we'd both be late for work.

A few hours later

I had taken a shower, Dimitri went in after me. I got dressed quickly in some comfortable clothing for my sick day; they weren't all my clothes, but they were comfortable.

I sat in one of the chairs in the kitchen, Dimitri followed in a few minutes later. He locked his gaze on me, looked me in the eyes. "Is that my-" he began to say, but I quickly interrupted him. "Yes, this is our shirt," I said innocently as I rose from my chair to stand next to him.

He shook his head, smiling as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "So, comrade. How shall we spend our sick day" I smiled, staring up at him. I knew how I wanted to spend our sick day.. We don't usually get a lot of time together so weekends and "sick days" were the best.

He gave me a gorgeous smirk, "well.. Mrs. Hathaway.. I feel as though it would be proper to allow the lady to choose. Wouldn't you agree?" His smile locked onto me, his tease was slightly obnoxious but how could you not love it? I loved it, but as always I slid in with a sparky reply "well if the lady was choosing then that would be your choice.. right?" I bit my lip, giggling.

He looked at me kind of disappointed but impressed with the comeback way. I continued to giggle at my victory as I pecked him on the lips and began my search for breakfast foods. I continued my look until I found something pleasing to my gorgeous dhampir appetite, PANCAKES

I looked at Dimitri who was reading some of the mail we had. "I'm sorry I called you a girl, please make me pancakes" I moved the mail out of his way and sat on his lap, pancake mix in hand. He looked at me, God it was another teasing smile.. "well, as the woman of our home I planned on making the decision of reading. You did make it very clear you didn't want to choose, didn't you?" He gave me an evil smirk.

"Make me pancakes and I will file your guardian reports for a week" I smiled innocently, still no response on his part. He sat there, his hand on his cheek holding his head up. He wasn't breaking, damn.

"Comrade, I, the woman and only woman standing in the exact room, am begging you for pancakes and Rose Hathaway doesn't get on her knees to beg so this is the best you are getting" I looked into his eyes, again with my completely fake innocent smile. I hoped he'd break.

He looked at me, "and I, the man of the house will make you pancakes but the only reason is that I want pancakes and don't want to be stabbed in my sleep"

I dramatically gasped, "I would never stab you in your sleep.. too much evidence. You really thought that lowly of me? Wow.." I continued my dramaticness as he lifted me up and placed me on the counter near the stovetop. "You know, the best thing a man wants to hear is that his significant other wouldn't go to jail if she were to murder him"

I smiled, "love you"

He smiled back, grabbing the mix from me and kissing my forehead. Our breakfast begins.

《Authors note - don't know what I'm doing yet, some commentary would be nice 》