Originally, this was not the direction that I wanted to take this chapter, but my fingers just kept typing and this is the result. It's a bit short, but I hope you guys like it!

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Rose POV

"Marriage?" I croaked out, my throat suddenly very dry.

Marriage? I couldn't be married, could I? I've barely known Dimitri longer than a month. Barely 5 weeks. I've been married for almost 5 weeks?!

"Yes, marriage." The detective confirmed with a small smile.

This can not be happening. Giving my virginity to a stranger? Yeah, okay. I'll live. One night stand? Not my kind of thing, but it happened. Knocked up? I'm actually kind of excited. But married? To a stranger, no less? No. This can not be happening.

Okay, so maybe he's not a stranger anymore, but we've only juat started dating. Yesterday, in fact. I'm not ready to be a wife.

"I'll give you two some time alone." Eddie said, and I was vaguely aware of him closing the door as he left.

I glanced over at Dimitri. He was staring at our marriage certificate. His face was completely blank of emotion. I couldn't tell if he was happy or upset or anything. Almost as if he knew I was looking at him, he met my gaze.

"Roza..." he whispered.

"What are you thinking, Dimitri?" I asked.

"This isn't how this was supposed to happen." He reached out and grabbed my hand. "We were supposed to date, and have our baby while I spent every day hoping and praying that you'd fall in love with me. Then I was supposed to get down on one knee to ask for your hand in marriage after I found the perfect ring. You were supposed to plan the wedding of your dreams, and then we get married and go on an amazing honeymoon." He paused and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this." He said in a defeated tone.

"I...I think I need some time alone to think about this." I finally told him. He nodded and let my hand go.

I slowly got up and walked out of the detectives office. I made my way down the street to one of the many bars. I didn't plan on drinking, but a nearly empty bar is a good place to be alone to think. I walked in and sat at the bar.

The bartender was a guy that looked about my age. He had light brown hair, and was very good looking. He walked over to me and spoke.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a bar all alone in the middle of the day?" He asked. "And what can I get you?"

"Just some water, and if you're hitting on me, I'm not interested." I replied casually.

"Oh, honey, I'm not hitting on you, and I'm fairly certain that even if this bar was packed, most of the guys wouldn't hit on you." He told me with an amused smirk.

"What do you mean?" I asked, slightly offended. He laughed.

"Sweetheart, you've stumbled into a gay bar." He smiled brightly this time. I couldn't help myself; I laughed so hard that I nearly fell out of my chair. Once I finally regained my composure, I spoke.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I've just had a really strange couple of weeks." I told him. "I'm Rose."

"Ambrose." He placed a glass of ice water in front of me. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I did. I told him about Lissa and her Bachelorette party. I told him about how I woke up with Dimitri, freaked out about possibly getting pregnant, getting to know and start falling for Dimitri, my pregnancy, dating Dimitri, the fraud case, and finally my marriage.

"Do you love him?" Ambrose asked, stunning me for a moment. He'd been quiet throughout my entire story, and only just now spoke.

"What?"

"That Dimitri guy, your husband. Do you love him?" Ambrose asked again.

"I... I don't know. I have barely known him a month." I stuttered.

"Sweetheart, can I tell you a secret?" I nodded at him. "Love, true love, doesn't know time."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"For the last..." he trailed off as he looked over to the wall at the clock. "Hour or so, I've listened to you talk about this Dimitri guy, and every time he's brought up, your entire face lights up. You haven't uttered a bad word against him despite your obvious aversion to his taste in music, books, and whatever else you don't agree on. So, I'll ask again. Do you love him?"

"I-" I started but was cut off by my phone ringing. I looked at the caller ID and the time, and my eyes widened.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Ambrose, I have to go. He's going to be so worried about me!" I exclaimed as I went to reach for my money.

"Go. Water is on the house." He told me with a smile. "Come back anytime that you want to chat."

"Thank you!" I yelled as I answered the phone and ran out the door to find Dimitri.