Before we start, I wanted to wish y'all MERRY CHRISTMAS🎄🖤✨ this one shot isn't really special, tho I hope you like it. We stan Rosilla so.....enjoy

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"Hey, gorgeous"

"Rosie, we are at work" Annalise whispered, not wanting everyone in the station to hear her interaction with her fiance.

"That doesn't mean that I can't call my girl, beautiful"

"I never said you can't, just keep the volume low" she smirked, Rosie was starting to get a little too close to her, so she put a hand on his chest and made a step back.

"Did you finish the autopsy?" She asked, taking a sharp turn on their conversation.

"Yes. And I have good and bad news, bad news - it's not the wife, the victim has been stabbed from someone tall at least 6 feet, while she is 5'2-"

"What if she has been standing on something?"

"That's possible, BUT she was drunk when she found the body, according to the neighbor, she would have fallen"

"Damn it…..what's the good news"

"I know who did it" Rosie flashed a smile and passed Villa some files.

"Oh wow…..guess someone would be spending Christmas Eve behind the bars, good job Rosie" she smiled as well, while getting up and getting her gun "let's go and kick some ass" then she stopped for a second "why did I say that….anyway just….go"

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Rosie made his way to his bathroom, making a mess while looking for the first aid kit.

"It's not that bad, you are overreacting" Annalise shouted while rubbing her cheek "it won't stop bleeding tho" she sighed, hoping that Rosie didn't hear her, he was already too worried for her. He hasn't said a word since that bastard punched her, she made sure to calm him down, saying it was fine and she was fine, but he kept looking past her not wanting to look into her eyes. And part of her knew why. He wanted to be mad for a while and she understood, letting him have his space, because after all, she would have reacted the same way, even worse maybe.

He came in with a clean tampon and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the cupboard…..hell that was going to hurt. He sat down next to her on the couch.

"This will sting….a lot" he said and gently grabbed her face cleaning her wound. She didn't make a sound, didn't even flinch, she was just looking at him. He was careful with her, making sure not to cause her too much pain, but he was still angry and she could see it by the way his jaw clenched when he looked at the huge cut on her right cheek. She again didn't say a thing, just looked over to the Christmas tree in the living room that they have put together not even a week ago, both being too busy with work. It made her heart flutter a bit….and it was the first time she has ever felt this way, she felt like a whole new person when she was with him to the point where she thought she was dreaming.

"I know you are mad" she suddenly spoke "but just….leave it, he is in jail anyway you can't do anything, I'm fine really, it doesn't even hurt"

When Rosie didn't respond she grabbed his hand "Rosie, look at me" she pleaded.

When he did, she saw guilt and sadness on his face, the anger now gone. She leaned in and put her lips against his.

"It's my fault" he spoke, when their lips parted.

"No it's not, come on Rosie he was going to hit you too if you were in the way, he wasn't even that scary, I think I did a great job in breaking his nose and making sure he would never have kids….also it's so unusual for me to be the positive one so can you bring that smile of yours back….I miss it" she said the last part in a small voice, truly feeling weird when he wasn't all rainbows and unicorns.

"It's 30 past 12 in the morning…." He finally smiled "Merry Christmas, Annalise" he kissed her.

"There it is" she said into the kiss. "Come on get up I have a presents for you" she said dragging him to the Christmas tree.

"I know we agreed on nothing expensive...but...I just wanted to get you this" she handed him the bigger of the two boxes.

He raised a brow at her, the smile never leaving his face.

"You did not…." He began "oh my god…..a replica of Dumbledore's wand….oh god, it looks so real" he said in disbelief lifting the object. He gently put it into its stand and then on a shelf. Then he hugged her, lifting her up in the air.

"The next one is a little more sentimental and I really hope you like it" she said nervously fidgeting with her engagement ring.

Once he opened the box, his eyes began to water. "...this better not be a joke" he chuckled through tears and got out of the box a positive pregnancy test. He looked over to her, her eyes glassy as well, she shook her head "no, it's not"

Once again this evening he didn't say a thing, just rushed over to her kissing her lips and spinning her around. She giggled and so did he, happiness written all over their faces.

"Your mom will freak-"

"I know" she laughed "so will pippy, she will be an auntie"

"She and Tara will babysit" he let out a laugh, he never thought that he would be a dad, not where his life was going before and even a bit after he met Villa.

"So….you are happy?" She asked, a little insecure.

"Happy? I am the luckiest and happiest guy in the world!!! How far are you" he asked his hands on her waist, her arms on his neck.

"16 weeks...I've known for 3 days, tho I suspected for a lot lot longer, there is still something in the box, look up" she smiled. Rosie picked the box again a sonogram lying in the bottom.

"That's our baby boy" she said

"A boy?" he asked, his eyes lighting up even more.

"Yeah" she looked at him and he kissed her, passionately and lovingly and she felt herself getting excited….that man changed her, a year and a half ago she would laugh if someone told her that she would find happiness with the annoyingly-positive pathologist that was too nosy when it came to her cases, but here she is, sitting on the sofa in his house, wrapped in his arms, drinking hot cocoa in 1 am, watching Home Alone for the 100th time, his hand on her stomach gently caressing it. And she couldn't have it any other way…...though her cheek still hurt.