• Enemies to Lovers
• Opposites Attract
• OTT/Possessive Hothole
• Sick FMC (CP)
• Past Emotional Trauma
• Billionaire

• Dean: Hothole; Reformed playboy; Charming, preppy, all-American billionaire; used to date Millie, Rosie’s sister; has terrible past and drinks and smokes bc of it
• Rosie: Millie’s sister; has CP; works as barista and volunteers with babies at hospital; very little respect from parents

• Dean has been in love with Rosie since HS but he dated Millie (to protect her from Vicious) ruining any chance of them being together, even though she's been in love with him, too {btw, they dated ELEVEN YEARS AGO for only EIGHT MONTHS - Redonk}
• Rosie lives in NYC; she works as a barista and volunteers with babies at the hospital; Vicious pays for her doctor bills and beautiful apartment, which is in the same building as Dean's penthouse
• They fly back to California for the wedding of Millie and Vicious; during this time, Trent's baby mama leaves Luna by herself and Trent gets her and brings her to California (the boys are super supportive of Trent)
• During this time, Rosie's family treats her terribly - when they find out she broke up with her doctor boyfriend, they yell at her and demand that she moves home bc there is no way she can take care of herself by herself
• A woman named Nina keeps calling Dean; she asks him if he wants to meet "him," which he doesn't; she also wants money!
• They get together after the wedding but they both have secrets; they eventually move in together 
• Dean's secret -
  Dean's birth mother left him in a bathroom to die bc she was a drug addict; it turn out, his birth mother was the sister of his adoptive mother - his adoptive mother took him in and raised him as his own; he never knew who his father was and he doesn't want to know
• Rosie's secret -
  She can't have children.
• They decided to meet in the Hamptons, but when Rosie got there, Dean wasn't there and Rosie was stuck in the rain; Dean wasn't there bc he was meeting his birth father and, when he discovered who he was, he drank so much he blacked out and never met Rosie.
• One night his father was crazy drunk and climbed into bed with whom he thought was his wife; it was actually his sister-in-law, Nina, and they had sex - Dean's father IS his birth father and had cheated on his mother with her sister
• Nobody will let Dean see Rosie when she's in the hospital bc they blame him for her being there in the first place

He was my forbidden, shiny apple. The striking fallacy to my blunt, raw, truth. He is also my sisters ex-boyfriend. 

I wasn't born like the rest.
I had an illness.
Sometimes I conquered it.
Sometimes it conquered me.
Everyone's favourite rose was wilting.
But no flower wants to die in front of an audience.

“Contrary to general belief, stars don’t twinkle. There is only one star that sparkles that scientists can agree on. It twinkles so bright, sometimes people mistake it for a UFO. It’s not big, but it stands out. That’s Sirius, and it’s also you. You shine, Baby LeBlanc. So fucking bright sometimes you’re the only thing I see.”

“I don’t want to make you forget. I want to make you remember. And I’m about to, Rosie.” He breathed hard against my skin. “I’m about to rewrite the pages of our fucking history, baby.”

He was my sun, the moon, and everything worth seeing in the constellation. 

He placed it over my heart, and squeezed one time. “This thing right here? It fucking beats for me. You know it. I know it. Keep lying, Rosie. I’ll milk the truth out of you. One way or the other.”

Love felt like dipping each other in gasoline and burning together. Love felt like dancing with madness in the dark, watching all of its bright lights. Love felt like gasping for air when your lungs were already full.

He wasn’t Sirius. He was planet Earth. He was oxygen. He was everything. I allowed his face to disappear inside my shoulder and embraced him until there was no more space between us. We melted into each other, his heartbeats against my skin, my hair in his nose, his fingers on my waist.

And I cried for me, because I knew, right there and then, that a part of me was already his despite my best efforts. I never stopped loving Dean Cole. Not even for one damn moment. I just convinced myself that I stopped caring. Until I didn’t. Until now.

We hadn’t had time to talk to each other all day, and I missed her like a fucking lung. Lungs. Her lungs were failing her every single day, and we were wasting days mostly apart. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could live without seeing her regularly, every day, at least a few hours a day.

“You think I fucking like you? Are you kidding me here? I don’t like you. I love you. Even that’s an under-fucking-statement. I live for you. I breathe for you. I will die for you. It. Has. Always. Been. You. Ever since I saw your sorry ass for the first time on that threshold and you fucking poked me in the chest like I was a toy. We’ve been apart for ten years, Rose LeBlanc, and not even one day has passed without me thinking of you.

Real talk, Rosie, you are all I ever wanted. Even when you wanted me to be with your sister. She was a comforting candle. You were the dazzling sun. I’d lived in the dark—for your selfish ass. And if you think I’m going to settle for something, you’re dead wrong. I am taking everything. We will have kids, Rose LeBlanc. We will have a wedding. And we will have joy and vacations and days where we just fuck and days where we just fight and days where we just live. Because this is life, Baby LeBlanc, and I love the fuck out of you, so I’m going to give you the best one there is. Got it?”

“We’re getting married,” I stated, not asked. “Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but we are. And we’re having kids. At least two. Maybe more. I haven’t decided yet.” “You’re crazy, Dean Cole.” “I am,” I agreed. “And yet, this crazy train is in motion. You can’t stop it.” “I love you.” “Forever starts now, Baby LeBlanc. With you.”

You are going to die. Disappear. Suffocate, in a grave. He will move on. And find another girl. He will move on. And it won’t be you. He will move on. But it won’t hurt. Nothing will anymore. Because… you’ll be gone.

“Jesus Christ, just shut the hell up.” Vicious slammed his palm against a bed stand, and everyone did shut up. Probably shocked that he would tell them to zip it. “I mean, really? Dean stood her up. Once. After chasing her ass for a long time. I’ve never seen a man endure so much bullshit when it comes to a girl before Dean Cole. Charlene, Paul, I love your daughter. A lot. I would die for her if I had to, but even I have to admit—I did terrible things to her. Things I thought I would never be able to overhaul. The fact that she agreed to marry me is a small miracle. The fact that she knows who I am and still chose to have a baby with me is an even bigger one. But Dean… Dean is not Vicious. Dean made a mistake, not a conscious decision to hurt her. And he deserves to be heard.”

“I love you, Baby LeBlanc,” I said. “So fucking much. You taught me how to love. How well did I do?” She smiled, a tear rolling down her cheek. “A-plus,” she whispered. “You aced it. Can you promise me something?” “Anything.” “Live.” “Not without you.” “And have kids. Lots of them. They’re fun.” “Rosie…” “I’m not afraid. I got what I wanted from this life. You.” “Rosie.” “I love you, Earth. You were good to me.” “Rose!” Her eyes closed, the door opened, the sound on her monitor went off, and my heart disintegrated. Piece. By piece. By piece.

“He’s wearing a goddamn multi-colored blazer. It’s Knight, all right.” He is my mini-me on steroids. Swag, attitude, and mischief all wrapped up in an innocent smile.

Three years ago, I spent a month and a half in the hospital nursing my dying girlfriend. Three years ago, she came back to me. Three years ago, one night, when I thought she was for sure going to die, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of beeping hospital machines. I snuggled next to her every night, one hand pressed against her heart—I didn’t trust any fucking machine other than the beating organ in my chest…

“Did you ever check on your mom?” I ask Knight. “Yeah. She said she is good. She also said that she loves me more than she loves you.” I narrow my eyes. “She did not.” “Did too.” Knight shrugs, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Bull…’ s head.” I clear my throat. Knight jumps and high-fives Vaughn. “Told you I’d get him to say a bad word! I’m goooood.” He is good, and I am blessed. And whole. And fucking alive. Thanks to her.

Dean walks over, flattens his palm against my huge belly, and sits down beside me. “Hey, Sirius?” “Yes, Earth?” “Why do you shine so fucking bright? You make it hard for me to sleep next to you.”

Now is forever, at least for me. For I am not a wilting Rose, I’m in full bloom. Thanks to him.