New story. Another short, AU H&A fic. With all the pairing swaps so far this year, I found myself REALLY hoping Rosie and Kyle would happen before she left. This is just putting my hopes into a little bit of fruition. Hope there's a few other shippers of this pairing out there interested in the couple too!

This will be a little romance fic with two of the Bay's lonelier characters; Sasha, Spencer and the Braxton family will also be quite heavily featured.

The story starts shortly after Rosie decides to keep the baby, while Kyle has backed off from Tamara before the amnesia, with him simply trying to develop his connection with his brothers.

Chapter One: Admiration

Summer Bay wasn't home... Not for Kyle Braxton anyway, unlike all of the other residents that would struggle to move away from the bay-side town if push came to shove. To him, it was a bit like no-man's land.

He was here by force, trying to live a life with brothers whom he felt wouldn't lose any sleep at night if he'd just snuck away. It was the police monitoring his good behavior bond that would be really interested, in that case.

Despite claiming to, Casey hadn't completely moved on from the fact that he had tried to make a move on Tamara, Brax was completely and utterly taken by Ricky and Heath had his own life, his own little family. No one needed Kyle among the Braxton's… But Kyle was never going to tell them how much he needed them.

"I'll have one large hot chocolate and the BIGGEST piece of chocolate mud cake you have please, Irene!"

Alongside her in the line, Kyle let out a chuckle from reflex at the younger girl's order. It was a rare occasion when he would see a girl honestly ordering what she wanted, especially with such an enthusiasm. For a coastal town, he was used to seeing thought-bubbles containing bikini's hanging over young women's heads as they reluctantly ordered salads or sandwiches.

"Hey, if I'm going to get fat over the next few months, I figure that I might as well enjoy doing it!" Rosie snapped defensively to Kyle next to her, having heard the noise that signaled amusement escape from his mouth.

"What? There's nothing wrong with it, I just think that's a very good attitude to have. You know; life's lemons…."

Rosie nodded enthusiastically, exclaiming a little too loudly: "Yep! I'm making lemonade!"

"Somebody's chirpy…" Kyle added, to only be heard by Rosie's foster mother as the sixteen year old became distracted by the large brown shape Irene presented on the counter. "Yes, you could say that. She just had a doctor's appointment. She's a touch on the excited side that she could hear the baby's heartbeat."

"That's cool" Kyle smiled, before making a brief conversation as he received the takeaway bag across the counter from Irene, sufficiently supplied with carbohydrates and protein foods to fill his brother's stomachs for a few hours at least. "Everything else going well with the pregnancy?"

Rosie's head bounced up and down enthusiastically in the form of a nod. "Sure is! My baby's growing well and he or she is about as big as that logo on the coffee machine there" Rosie beamed proudly and positively.

From the teen's attitude, a passerby would never have been able to identify the trauma that had occurred at the source of the blonde's unborn child. If Kyle hadn't of known better, he admired the fact that he too would have thought that Rosie was ticking a strange lifelong achievement for a teenager off her list by the way she was discussing her baby.

"Anyway, I gotta go before the grub gets cold" Kyle explained to the two women gesturing to the bag, with a nod of his head. "See you around."

The caramel-haired individual had barely exited the dining establishment before Rosie's foster mother began discussing the young Braxton. "What is his name, Rosie?"

"Kyle. Kyle Braxton" she answered as she picked up her mug of hot chocolate in one hand and her plate with the other as her thoughts trailed off. "That's quite a nice name, actually. I might write it down on my baby name list."

Rosie's foster mother's interest was affected by Kyle's surname and a disapproving scowl suddenly tainted her impression of the man she had not initially minded. "Oh. Is he one of those River Boys? Being notorious for all the wrong reasons?"

"Oh no, no. He was never a River Boy. Kyle's only the half-brother of those Braxton. He was the one who kidnapped Casey, left him for dead" Rosie explained with the intention of counteracting the opinion and stigma of the locals, but failing miserably at doing so as she explained slightly too much of the background which her best friend Sasha had explained to her.

Rosie's foster mother twitched at the abnormality that Rosie uttered without a twitch or second thought, her response thoroughly drenched in sarcasm. "Oh really? Even better…"

"He's kind of cute, actually. I like the puppy-dog eyes" Rosie added as the two found a seat, giggling over the comment and encounter of minutes earlier, before the conversation drifted back over to the very topical matter of Rosie's baby that had been of high frequency occurrences recently.

So, not sure how long this will be, it's just going to depend on interest and inspiration! Anyone else as interested as I am? I enjoy starting new stories WAY more than I should! Also, the third person perspective was just to get this story rolling, and knowing my comfort for writing first-person, I will probably switch back over to that soon.