Shit. I know that Dylan and Sebastian too tensed up by the way their bodies went still. I take a peek at Rose to see a look of regret on her face. It isn't her fault. We didn't tell her anything. After our proposal we'd continues as if things were normal excepts we didn't switched her around instead left her a Sebastian's place Dylan and I visiting very often. We didn't tell her about our past or even about our present lives. I sigh. I just wished she asked later on, when we would have prepared, well Sebastian and Dylan could have prepared. I'm sure right about now unwelcomed memories are making their way into their minds from the look on their face it isn't too bad, but bad enough for them to temporarily shut down. I sigh and reach over to pat Rose's knee giving her a tight but, assuring smile. I don't want her feeling awful for asking a question that the whole world is asking. I'm just wondering why all of a sudden. She never seemed curious about our lives before so why now? Maybe someone at music class said something. Damn, I think. Maybe I should've listened to Sebastian and Dylan and placed her in a private class. No, I shake my head. That would have been self-ish to hide her away from others. If she felt too trapped that can result in retaliation and I don't think we could handle that. The car ride seems to late about half and hour when it is only 15 minutes. As soon as the car stops Dylan and Sebastian practically jump out the car and into my house leaving me to take care of a wobbly lipped Rose. "I'm sorry," she says voice full of guilt. I shake my head and reach over, picking her up and putting her on my lap. "It' not your fault," I say rubbing a hand up and down her back. "They just don't like to talk about it is all." she nods and outs her head on my shoulder. The with careful movements I get out the car with a now guilty Rose. Again I sigh. This was not supposed to happen, I think with a shake of my head. I then head to the wide open the door and enter the house kicking the door behind me.

Thankful for my long legs I take long strides to the stairway where I walk up the stairs three at a time. I don't stop my long and fast paces until I get to a door with stickers that spelled out PRINCESS. I smile at the memory of deciding to put stickers on the wall.

It was the week after I'd seen Rosaline and decided she would be mine. On that day I wanted to decorate a room for her but I hate to babysit Brian for Sebastian since, we all knew the twins wouldn't want to do it. I had all the furniture and carpet and paint ready and had men do it while Brian and I played in his play room. I was pretending to be a damsel in distress- I know not my finest moment- when a work man came in and bit his lip trying to laugh as he scanned me from head to toe. O yeah, and.... I was wearing a pink dress. It was only because, I didn't feel like dealing with Brian crying for an hour straight. "Yes, what do you need," I asked, daring him to say something about my wardrobe. He clears hos throat an his eyes constantly moves around the room not able to look at me. "The room is finished." I nod and knew i had the thought, it was about time. The workers came in the day time and right now it's almost 9:00. I look down at Brian before picking him up and putting him on my pink clothes hip. "Shall we see what the room looks like," I asked to a still energized Brian. Instead of saying yes o ya or whatever 2 years old version of yes it he leans forward enough that I almost drop him. "Brian," I scold. "I could've dropped you." He ignored me and just leaned forward again his arms were spread wide. "Airpwane," he shout and I aww at his cuteness before I started making airplane noises and lifted him up and down in the air with the worker following close behind.

When I go to the room it looked outstanding. I just knew she would love it in here. Pulling out a wad of cash I give it to the worker and watch him quickly count the money before, looking up at me in confusion. "This is 500 dollars too much,' he says as if talking to a child. I glare at him. "Keep it and get out," I bark. The workers then quickly gather their stuff and go leaving just Brian and I standing there. I look over at Brian to see his nose wrinkled. "What's wrong," I asked, thinking since he was a boy he didn't like pink. "He points to the wall and to the door. "No stickers?

I laugh and look at the walls. Well, I thought. They do seem a little bare. I guess I'll put some ballerina stickers on the walls. "Well I know what to put on the wall but what sticker should I put on the door," I asked not wanting to put a ballerina on it. "Pwincesss," Brian slurs, pointing at me and I laugh. "Well then princess it is." Then for the rest of the night we watched movies until we bathed passed out.

I smile at the memory. I love Brian, he's such a nice boy. Shaking away the memory I go over to the bed and set Rose down. "Stay here," I order. "I'll be back." She nods and rubs her eyes causing me to aww at her cuteness. NO longer able to resist I give her a quick peck on her lips causing pink to tint her cheeks. I laugh and walk out the room closing the door on my way out.

I then run to the office when I find Dylan sitting on the desk in front of Sebastian who's sitting in the chair in front of my desk. I sigh. "Guys we- No," Dylan interrupts with a choke. "We're not telling her about our past. She'll hate us, be disgusted of our very existence." I could tell by the look on Sebastian's face that he felt the same way. I sigh. Their childhood was horrible and they didn't make the best of choices but, deep in my heart I know Rosaline wouldn't turn them away. We have to tell her sometime, but I don't think the Dylan and Sebastian will ever be ready. So instead I come up with a different idea. "Give her a vague sense of your childhood and say is was bad and you don't want to talk about it and tell her about your jobs and how you got there." The I added, "but not exactly how you got there." I say this knowing that the way we built our companies was not the most honest and clean way. A few seconds pass and Sebastian and Dylan slowly they nod no longer mentally a mess but, not together either. With a big smile I grab both the men's head between my arms and pull our head together. "We got this," I whisper and after a few seconds I break us apart and together we go to Rosaline's room.