Career Suicide, Rossi/Prentiss, PG-13 (A Change of Plans universe)

[innerslytherin]

Title: Career Suicide
Authors: innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Rossi/Prentiss
Rating: PG-13
WC: ~5200
Summary: Dave and Emily decide they'd better tell Ambassador Prentiss about their plans for a family.
Notes: Thanks to resolucidity for the beta job!
Series: This is the fifth installment to our Change of Plans series, which is an AU from the What Happens In Vegas universe. Other Change of Plans installments can be found at this tag.



David Rossi had met Elizabeth Prentiss on a few occasions, socially. They'd not spent much time in each other's presence, but the Ambassador had come across as cold, distant, and aloof. Dave had honestly expected Emily Prentiss to be no different at first, and while she wasn't a woman who was easy to warm up to initially, she'd proven to be far more compassionate, warm, and endearing than he had expected.

Still, knowing what he knew of her mother, he wasn't overly enthused about telling her in person that he'd knocked up her daughter and was planning to make her Wife Number Four. He was fairly certain, given her connections, that she may very well know at least a little about his reputation.

It didn't help Dave's nerves much that he'd woken up to find Emily pacing the living room with her decaf. She'd tried to play it off, and Dave had let her, but he'd seen the lines of worry on her face and held her anyway, telling her it would be okay. He felt like he was having to say that a lot lately.

"You don't know my mother," Emily had muttered, but she'd wrapped her arms around him anyway.

"What's the worst she could do?" Dave asked, trying for a balance between a pragmatic tone and a comforting one. "The only thing she could do to hurt me would be to make you stop loving me, and I know she can't do that." He kissed her hair. "I don't think she could get me fired, but if she could, what of it? I've got plenty of money, and I know she can't turn my editor or agent against me. And she sure as hell can't make me walk away from you. Nothing could make that happen."

"I know," she said, leaning back against him. "It won't be anything that dramatic anyway. She's an expert at passive aggressive. She'll just... say something and it won't seem like anything at the time, but it'll be like a cancer. It'll just grow," she said, making vague hand gestures. "And a month from now you'll find yourself sitting on the couch thinking about it and going... 'what the fuck?'"

She was really adorable when she was being over dramatic, but he doubted telling her that would do much good.

"What if I promise not to over-think anything your mother says?" he said, kissing her. "Look, seriously, it may be a rough afternoon, but it's going to be fine. We tell her, I promise to be incredibly polite, in a stubborn sort of way, and then we leave. And afterwards I'll take you out for ice cream." She'd been craving strawberry ice cream sundaes lately, and Dave had a feeling he'd gained at least five pounds just taking her out to get them.

She made a whimpery noise. "Okay. Fine. But only because I want hot fudge." She turned in his arms, careful not to spill her coffee, and kissed him, and he could feel the growing baby bump against his stomach. He had to wonder if Elizabeth Prentiss would noticed her daughter's changing shape before they made the announcement, given how naturally willowy Emily was.

He smiled faintly and stroked a hand down her back. "I love you," he whispered, brushing his cheek against hers. "It'll all be all right."

The rest of the morning was by turns agonizing and nerve-wracking. Dave puttered around the house, finishing the packing in the guest suite, while Emily occupied herself mostly with fretting. He kept trying to distract her, but when she snapped at him he finally retreated. As the time approached when they should leave, he finally ventured back out to shower and change into nice clothes. Part of him balked at giving up his jeans, but he told himself he was doing it to make things easier on Emily, so he pulled out some charcoal trousers and a black shirt and jacket. Then he went hunting for Emily.

He found her in the office with a book in her lap that she was decidedly not reading. Across the room, the computer was on, open to that Face-something website, which she was decidedly not looking at. She jerked her gaze toward him when he came far enough in, and her eyes darted over him once.

"You're so handsome," she murmured.

"You're so not ready," he remarked, going over and taking her hand. He raised it to kiss her knuckles. "Do you want to be late to your mother's late lunch thing?"

"Yes," she groaned, but let him pull her up anyway. "Have sex with me. Right now."

Dave laughed and pulled her close against him. "I would absolutely love to have sex with you right now. But I'm a little bit afraid to be late to your mother's lunch thing." He kissed her thoroughly, then pulled away. "Come on, babe. Go put on something red."

She sighed, but smiled faintly and left the room. When she met him several minutes later, wearing a red dress that was somehow sophisticated and sexy, she made a face at him. "How obvious am I?" she asked, and Dave looked down. The material was clingy, and just barely revealed her growing stomach. It wasn't obvious, but it was noticeable if you were looking.

"God, you're gorgeous," he said, letting his gaze show his appreciation. "I think you look fantastic. And you're not obvious at all." But of course, there was a good chance it was obvious enough for Ambassador Prentiss to notice. He didn't give a damn. She looked wonderful, and she was going to be his wife and the mother of his child, and he didn't want to hide that, today of all days.

She nodded, giving him a faint smile. "Thank you," she said, then kissed him softly. "I'm as ready as I'm going to be, I guess."




As she drove them towards her mother's house, Dave noticed that their speed kept decreasing the closer they got. He rested a hand on her leg, hoping to impart some comfort. But all too soon they were pulling up in the large circle in front of her mother's house. It suddenly occurred to Dave that he had no idea where Emily's father was, and he said so aloud.

Emily put the car in park and looked at him. After a moment, she laughed. "Amsterdam." She made a face. "He was in the Virginia House of Delegates for a long time. He got disillusioned with politics; Mom didn't. They fought a lot, got divorced, and he went off and joined Greenpeace."

"Ah." Dave blinked at her for a moment. "Do I need to buy airline tickets to go ask his blessing on our marriage?"

"No," she said, giving him a warm look. Then her gaze went thoughtful. "You know, sometimes I think he did it to spite her." She grinned and leaned in to kiss Dave. "I guess it's a good thing he loves it."

He chuckled, kissing her back. "Okay," he murmured, resting his hand lightly on her stomach. "Let's go face your mother."

She drew a steadying breath. "Hopefully the claws won't come out," she said, and slipped out of the car. He sincerely hoped she was at least mostly joking.

He walked close to her, a hand on the small of her back. He knew it was ridiculous, but he felt the need to prove that he had the right to touch her.

They knocked on the door, and stood there for a while. When Emily started bouncing nervously, Dave stroked his hand over her back until she stopped. "Sorry," she muttered, and he turned to reply, but then the door was opening.

"Emily."

"Hi, Mom."

The Ambassador looked between Emily and Dave, her gaze flicking down to where Dave's hand was resting, then she stepped aside and let them in. "You didn't tell me you were bringing a friend."

"Yes, I did," Emily said, her voice momentarily tight, then it softened again. "This is David Rossi," she said, touching Dave's arm. "I believe you've met before."

"Ambassador," Dave said, extending his hand. "It's good to see you again."

One elegant eyebrow quirked. "Agent Rossi. It's been quite a while. You had a son, didn't you? Stephen?"

Dave suppressed a jolt of pure amusement. Was that the best she could do? Pretend to confuse him with someone else? "You're thinking of Jason Gideon, my former colleague," he said, smiling. "I don't have children." Yet, he added mentally, and rubbed Emily's back lightly.

He could tell she was tense, and it only got worse when Elizabeth spoke again, watching Dave's hand. "Somehow I'm starting to get the impression 'friend' isn't quite accurate."

Emily cleared her throat. "Can we sit?"

"By all means," Elizabeth said, turning and leading the way to what Dave could only call a parlor. "Would you care for something to drink?"

Dave glanced at Emily so she could answer first.

"Sure," Emily said. "Do you need help?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "I'll just have Sasha get it," she said, and Emily nodded, taking a seat. Dave sat next to her on the settee, trying to gauge the distance between them properly.

"Thought it was her day off," she said.

Elizabeth waved a hand. "She's keeping her kids different days of the week now," she said, and called for Sasha, who gave Emily a warm smile that Dave didn't miss when she came in, then left to bring them the requested ice water. Sasha's reaction to Emily made Dave like her, and Emily's return smile let him know that Emily liked her too. At least there was someone here who felt warmly towards Emily. Each minute that he spent in Elizabeth Prentiss' presence was making him grouchier.

"Emily tells me you've worked with the BAU before," Dave said, smiling at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth waved a hand. "They took a case as a courtesy to me. That was before you came back." She tilted her head. "I find it strange that you would return to the BAU like that, after such a successful career outside the Bureau."

Dave kept the easy smile. "The BAU was a man down, and I was getting bored with success. I wanted to go back to making a difference."

"We're lucky to have him," Emily said. Just then, Sasha came back with their drinks. Emily and Dave thanked her, and Sasha's eyes darted to Emily's ring, but she was discreet enough not to say anything. She just grinned and left.

Emily turned to her mother. "We're getting married," she blurted, and Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up.

She glanced between them for a moment, then said, "I see you never have learned the meaning of subtlety, Emily."

Dave felt a burn of anger go through him, but he shook it off and laced his fingers with Emily's. God, he hoped Elizabeth didn't know much about his reputation. "Emily and I have been seeing each other since last year," he said, as if Elizabeth hadn't spoken. "We hope you'll come to the wedding."

"And I'm pregnant," Emily said, as if Dave hadn't spoken, holding her chin up. She had apparently decided simply blurting it all out at once was the best--or maybe the quickest, most painless--method of telling Elizabeth. Dave wasn't sure he agreed, but he didn't know Elizabeth as well as Emily.

Elizabeth's eyes had gone wide, and she was staring at her daughter. "Dear God," she managed after a moment.

"That isn't why we're getting married," Dave decided to reassure her. "I love your daughter and want to spend the rest of my life with her."

From the look on Elizabeth's face, that didn't make anything better. Dave hadn't really expected it would, but he had rather hoped the woman had some spark of maternal affection. It suddenly made even more sense that Emily had gone to Matthew for help when she got pregnant at fifteen, rather than her mother.

She ignored Dave. "Emily, have you thought about how this looks?"

"Yeah," Emily said immediately. "That really doesn't change anything."

"And how many times have you been married, Mr. Rossi?" Elizabeth asked. Ah, so she remembered him pretty well. "Five, was it? Four?" she asked.

"Three, actually," Dave said, forcing an easy tone. "But I've never been fortunate enough to have a woman who shared my commitment to the BAU, nor have I ever been blessed with children. And frankly, I don't care how this looks." He couldn't quite help the edge that crept into his voice at those last words, but he kept smiling.

"Of course you wouldn't," Elizabeth said.

"What would you want me to do, mother?" Emily said.

"There's nothing you can do now, is there? You're pregnant."

"And I'm happy about that. Whether Dave had chosen to stay with me or not, I would have been happy about that."

"You think that makes it better? You're pregnant out of wedlock, you're marrying a man who is, frankly, a known scoundrel, and you've obviously been sleeping with a superior."

"Co-worker, actually," Dave said, his gaze hardening even though his smile remained. "I came back to the BAU to serve under Unit Chief Hotchner, so Emily and I have the same rank and designation, even if I have more experience than she does." His fingers tightened on Emily's, and he told himself to behave, but couldn't help adding, "And let me tell you, Ambassador, that I am damn proud of Emily, and I can hardly wait for the day she honors me by becoming my wife."

Emily squeezed his hand. "I'm not telling you all this to upset you, but I'm pregnant and marrying Dave whether you like it or not." She paused, then brushed her thumb over Dave's hand when she went on. "Mom, I've heard all those things you've heard about Dave, and I've made peace with the parts of them that are true. And the fact is that he's been better to me than any man I've ever dated before, so I'd really like it if you could be happy for me."

Elizabeth was shaking her head. "This is a lot to take in, Emily. I can't see how you could possibly expect me to be happy about any of it. Yes, I've often said that you should settle down and start a family, but I certainly never expected you to start a family before settling down, and certainly not with a man who must be at least ten years your elder." She glanced at Dave, her gaze dismissive, then looked back at her daughter as if she expected Emily to be cowed by that.

It infuriated Dave to think that the woman he loved had spent so many years of her life being treated like this by her mother. No wonder she'd been overwhelmed by his family.

"Well, it wasn't exactly planned," Emily muttered.

"Dear God," Elizabeth replied, sighing heavily.

"Ten years isn't a huge different at our ages. Maybe when you're twenty it is, but it doesn't really matter now, and--"

"What happens when he's too old to chase the child around, and you're stuck being the sole caregiver?" Elizabeth demanded.

"Given our line of work, mother, the possibility of either one of us not being around or fully capable in the long term isn't lost on us," Emily shot back. "And I'd appreciate you not talking like he's not even in the room."

Dave shifted in his seat. "This might surprise you, Ambassador, but I think Emily's looking forward to taking care of our child. She wants to be a mother, and I expect she'll do a fine job of it."

"You do realize this is career suicide?" Elizabeth said, ignoring him.

Emily stiffened next to him. "Oh, like I was for you?" she shot back, and Dave was torn between aching for his fiancee and being amused at how hastily Elizabeth began to backpedal.

"Our situation was entirely different, Emily," she said quickly. "I was married, for one thing, and your father was a respectable member of the Virginia House of Delegates at the time. I was in a much more secure position to begin a family."

Emily huffed a laugh. "Right." She muttered. "Well, Dad will be there to give me away, if you won't, and as far as my job is concerned, whatever happens happens. I'm more concerned about my child."

Dave slid an arm around her shoulders. "It isn't as if Emily has to work, unless she wants to," he said. "Or if she prefers to return to work, I'm also capable of staying home with our baby. It's hardly anything you need to worry about. What we would like, though, is for you to be at our wedding."

"Of course I'll be there," Elizabeth said shortly.

"Because you want to, or because it would look bad if you weren't?" Emily asked.

"Oh, Emily, do you always have to be so contrary?" Elizabeth said. It wasn't really an answer and Emily rolled her eyes.

"Thank you for agreeing to attend," Dave said. He'd heard of bad mothers-in-law, but he had a feeling Elizabeth Prentiss was going to win the prize. He held in a sigh. Emily was going to get a huge sundae and a footrub for this.

Elizabeth shook her head. "It's nothing."

"No. It's not nothing," Emily said, but she was starting to sound more exhausted than angry.

God, they still had lunch to get through. This was going to be a very long visit. Dave pulled Emily a little closer, not enough for it to be really noticeable to Elizabeth, but enough for Emily to feel it. "The wedding is July 25," he told Elizabeth, "at St. Brigid's."

"A church wedding?" Elizabeth murmured, giving him a sharp glance. He met her gaze and didn't reply except to raise an eyebrow. "And the reception?" she prompted.

"We haven't decided yet," Emily said. "We thought we should tell you sooner rather than later, before it was obvious."

Elizabeth laughed. "I thought you were just gaining weight like most normal women your age," she said. "I wasn't about to point it out."

Emily gave Dave a look that he knew was meant to tell him he should have told her she was showing, but he just gave her a tiny smile that implied he wasn't overly concerned.

Elizabeth finally sighed heavily. "Let me see the ring," she said, with the air of someone making a huge concession.

That was one area where Dave knew she wouldn't be able to find fault. He'd chosen something expensive but tasteful, and had spent a considerable amount more than two months' salary, as well as making sure Emily would have no trouble handling a gun while wearing it.

Emily held out her hand and Elizabeth sounded reluctant as she proclaimed it lovely. "And when are you due?" she asked as soon as she'd let go of Emily's fingers.

Dave got the impression that Elizabeth Prentiss didn't know how to issue a compliment without immediately undercutting it. He also had the feeling that the woman would be able to find fault with God.

"September," Emily said.

"And the wedding?"

"The end of July."

Elizabeth frowned. "You're going to be big as a house walking down a church aisle."

"Yep," Emily said, and pressed her lips together, obviously making an effort not to say more.

Dave looked over at Emily, directing his smile only at her. "You're going to be beautiful," he said quietly. He didn't give a damn what Elizabeth thought. He was ridiculously in love with her daughter, and he was proud of Emily, even if her mother wasn't.

Emily smiled. "Thank you," she said.

Elizabeth shook her head, but was silent for a moment, then she said, "I'm sure lunch is probably ready. Sasha will have set it up on the veranda."

Dave put on his best behavior during lunch, not sitting until his fiancee and her mother had seated themselves, then searching for polite small talk about books he'd recently read and the prospects of the stock market. They did inform Elizabeth that they were going to be moving very soon, and promised to let her know more of the details about the wedding as they got them settled. But by and large the conversation steered well away from Dave and Emily's relationship.

He was incredibly relieved when they finished and Elizabeth said she had a meeting she ought to get ready for.

Elizabeth walked them to the door where they said their goodbyes, and he was surprised when Emily leaned in and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. They didn't really embrace, though, they just touched each other's arms lightly, and Elizabeth didn't return the kiss. There was a distance to it that was so foreign to Dave with his own family, but it was something, at least.

Once the door shut, they started toward the car, and Emily's expression fell. "Thank you for not threatening to shoot her. I know how tempting it is."

"Pssst!"

Dave and Emily looked up to see Sasha coming around the side of the building and Emily smiled.

"Congratulations, Miss Emily," Sasha said, hugging Emily tightly and petting her hair.

"Thank you," Emily said, and stepped back to gesture at Dave. "This is David."

Dave held out a hand, and Sasha hugged him instead.

"Sasha's been with my mother for over thirty years," Emily explained. "I'm not sure how she does it when even me and Dad couldn't, but more power to her."

"Psh," Sasha said, pulling back. "She's not that bad if you're not related," she said, which made Emily laugh. Sasha just beamed at Dave.

Dave smiled, glad that Emily had had some form of nurturing in her life. "So it's really your blessing I should be asking on our marriage," he said, putting an arm around Emily and pulling her close. "I promise to take good care of her."

"Good," Sasha said. "Because I know sixteen ways to kill a man with a feather duster." She shrugged. "Not a threat; just something I thought you should know."

He grinned at her; Sasha was clearly the real force to be reckoned with here. "I'll certainly keep that in mind. You'll come to the wedding, won't you?"

Sasha huffed a laugh, and gave Emily a mock glare. "About time someone asked me," she said, but then pulled Emily into a one armed hug and kissed her cheek. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Elizabeth will just have to schedule Ernestine that day, or she'll have a riot on her hands." Emily laughed and squeezed her back, but Sasha glanced toward the house. "I really ought to get back, but I had to come squeeze my Emily, and meet the man that stole her heart."

"Good. I'm very glad to meet you," he said, meaning it. Clearly seeing Sasha had been the best part of the visit for Emily, and he liked that the woman made her smile. "And I look forward to having you there."

She smiled and nodded at him, then cupped Emily's cheek. "You're going to be beautiful," she said, and kissed Emily's forehead. "Name the baby after me," she added, then winked as she turned to leave.

Emily laughed. "We'll think about it," she called, then turned to smile at Dave.

"I like her," he said, lifting a hand to stroke her cheek. "And I owe you ice cream." He leaned down to kiss her softly.

"Mmm," Emily hummed, then wrapped her arms around him and deepened the kiss. "Yes," she breathed when she pulled back. "And sex."

Dave laughed and hugged her tightly. "And sex," he murmured in her ear. "Let's start with the ice cream on our way home."





It didn't hit Emily until later what Dave had said at her mother's house. She'd been too concerned with what her mother was saying that she'd barely picked up the real meaning of what Dave had offered: if she prefers to return to work, I'm also capable of staying home with our baby.

Dave couldn't really mean he was willing to be a stay-at-home dad for her, could he? She didn't want him to, really, but there was something almost overwhelming about the idea that he was willing to do it for them. For her.

She snuggled up closer to his side, feeling much more relaxed after ice cream and sex, but she couldn't sleep and just let her fingers stroke his skin.

"Mnnh?" Dave was mostly out of it, but she liked the way he automatically pulled her a little closer at that touch. "You 'kay?" he mumbled.

"Yeah," she whispered, shifting to look at his face. A slow smile curled her lips. "I'm fine. Sleep."

He made a negative noise and took a long breath, then opened one eye. A moment later he smiled and kissed her. "Love you."

Her smile widened. "I love you too. So much." She cupped his cheek and kissed him again, then let out a shaky breath. "I'm lucky."

"Mmm." He shifted and pulled her closer. "The ice cream that good, or was it the sex?" He brushed his nose against her cheek.

She laughed softly. "Oh, baby, I couldn't remember my name there for a bit after you were done with me," she teased.

He chuckled and kissed her again. "Today wasn't as bad as I was fearing," he said, stroking his hand through her hair.

"Mnn," she hummed, nodding, then rested her head against his shoulder and went silent.

"So...why are you awake after I spent so much time making you forget your name?" he asked, his voice gentle.

She let out a little laugh and kissed his skin. "I don't know," she said. It wasn't the truth, but she wasn't sure how to say what she was thinking. Or feeling. "We... we never have talked about how this is going to work after the baby's born."

He made an interested noise and let his hand slide down to her shoulder. "How do you want it to work?"

She shrugged. "I hadn't thought much about it," she said. "If they put us on different teams, neither of us would be out of town at the same time..."

"That's true. We could take turns." His fingers trailed down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake, then he stroked his palm back up, warming her.

She sighed. He wasn't saying what she wanted him to say. After a moment, she rolled her eyes at herself when she realized she was expecting him to read her mind.

She pulled him tighter. "Did you mean what you told my mother?"

"Ah." He kissed her forehead. "I meant everything I told your mother. Except that I was happy she wanted to come see the house when we were settled. Because frankly I'm not too happy about that." She could hear the smile in his voice. "But yes. If you want to stay home with the baby, you're welcome to. If you want me to stay home with the baby, then as soon as you teach me how to change a diaper, I'm happy to."

"You'd give up your job to be a stay-at-home dad?" she said, sounding disbelieving, but her eyes were suddenly stinging.

His arms tightened and then he kissed her forehead again, and then her cheek. "Emily, I'd give up just about anything for you. I'm sure as hell not claiming I'd be fantastic at it, but I can learn, and you're a brilliant profiler. Hotch would have my head if I made you leave the BAU, and he'd be right to. So if you want me to stay home, I'll stay home." He brushed his lips against hers.

"I don't want you to stay home," she said, but his words weren't helping how emotional she was suddenly feeling, and she told herself not to cry. "I don't want you to give all that up for me."

"Give up what? A job? You're my fiancee. My wife-to-be. The mother of my child." Dave shifted, cupping one hand against her cheek and looking her in the face. "My job doesn't even stack up next to you."

She made one last ditch attempt not to cry but then she just pressed her lips together and closed her eyes, tears running down her cheeks as she did. She shifted to bury her face against his neck. God. Even her own mother would have never sacrificed so much for her. "Oh, Dave," she breathed.

He exhaled slowly and stroked her hair, murmuring, "Someday you'll believe how much I love you." He held her securely, his whole body reassuring her. "Emily Prentiss." Then he gave a quiet laugh. "Emily Rossi? We haven't even talked about if you want to change your name."

She laughed too, but it was strangled. "I don't see any reason to keep my name," she murmured. "I have no intention to ever make any use of it."

"You've had it all your life. I wouldn't want to presume." He kissed her hair.

She shook her head, just slightly. "I'd rather not spend any more time being judged by my name than I have to." She shifted to wipe her cheek, then looked at him. "Not that that won't happen anyway, but I'd rather be labeled 'the woman crazy enough to marry David Rossi' than the other."

"Hmm." He pulled back just a little, giving her a look, but it didn't last long before he grinned and kissed her. "I'm glad you're crazy," he murmured. "And I'm glad you like my name better than the Ambassador's." He rested his forehead against hers. "Anyway, you speak Italian well enough to deserve it."

She smiled, then tilted her chin to kiss him slowly. "Dave," she murmured.

"Yes, Mrs. Rossi?"

She laughed quietly and kissed him again. "I like the way that sounds," she whispered. She drew in a deep breath. "I'm just lucky," she answered.

"I don't know, I think I'm the lucky one." He slid one hand down to rest on her stomach. "You're going to be an amazing mother. I have to say, I like having you to myself, but I'm looking forward to seeing you be a mom."

She grinned at him. "We still have a few months for you to have me all to yourself yet," she said. After a moment, she murmured, "I can't believe you're willing to..." She trailed off and shook her head.

He laughed. "Number One Priority, remember? For a few months, anyway." He kissed her slowly. "Then you'll have to deal with being demoted to Number Two."

"I think there should be a tie for first place," she told him, but she couldn't help but be happy that he was putting their child in front of anything else.

"Oh, I guess I can live with that," he teased, and rolled over so his weight was resting lightly against her. "God, I love you."

She slid her hand down to cup his ass. "You're going to love me even more here in a minute," she said, then waggled her eyebrows and kissed him.

Comments

[moonflower75.livejournal.com]

YAY! Another chapter!*doing the little happy dance while still sitting at my desk*
thank you ladies: this whole series, in both its incarnations, is enchanting and this part was so sweet that I went AWWWW halfway through and didn't stop until the end :D
4 words are all it takes: I love your Rossi ;)
thank you for sharing

[innerslytherin]

:D Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

[severity-softly.livejournal.com]

Thanks!