Rosalie Hale could never have children of her own. That we all know. What not many know is, that she decided to work with kids after Renesmee grew up. She moved away from the Cullens and became a nanny for hire.

Rosalie's POV

I soon got a message on . The Gregory family needed a nanny for weekdays and some long expanses of time. I, of course accepted, because they only had one child, a little girl, who was three. And the pay was quite grand. I was contacted and interviewed. The parents were very thorough.

"How old are you?" Mrs. Gregory asked

"Twenty-two"

"Any education beyond high school?" General Gregory asked.

"Four years of college."

This all went on for about two hours. They finally offered me the position. They took me back to their huge house and introduced me to little Willow. With her sapphire blue eyes and fiery red hair, there was no denying she was a beautiful child. If I didn't know any better, I'd call her a cherub that lost her way on the way back to heaven. Willow looked me over with such a look that I wondered just how often she'd seen people inspect her this way. She finally looked at her mother, "Mama, when do you and papa have to go?" she asked. "At three. Rosalie," she turned to me, "we'll be leaving for a conference at three. Willow will show you your room. She's got a bit of separation anxiety, to be honest. But I'm sure you'll get along fine."

Willow took my hand and led me up the wide staircase, showing me to a bedroom that was very grand. A bathroom was connected to the bedroom too. "My room is next to yours. Wanna see it?" And when I nodded, she dragged me off to a large room, much too grand for a mere toddler. A white canopy bed stood on the wall opposite to what I assumed to be the closet. I couldn't help but gawk at all the dolls she had lined up on the shelf. There had to be at least thirty of them. Half of the dolls were porcelain. The other half of the shelf was filled with Raggedy-Annes and rag dolls. Her little tea table had a porcelain tea set with roses painted on the life-sized cups and teapot. "Rosalie?" she asked, "Oh, you can call me Rose or Rosie." I smile at her. And with that, my new life began as the Gregory Nanny.