This story is the idea of PasionIsKey, and she sent me a message asking if I'd write it. So, it's thanks to her I am writing this story of which only the words are my own, but which we both hope that you will enjoy.

Chapter 1 – Rosalie POV

Princess Diana once said 'If you find someone you love in life you must hang on to it and look after it,' and as I kissed my husband goodbye I felt there wasn't a better way to sum up my love for him. We were in love, and through this love we had given life to the most beautiful girl in the world who was sat waiting for me in the back of the car. My life was complete.

My name is Rosalie King, lawyer, married to Royce King the prestigious banker and mother of Isabella King: my shining star. Growing up I'd thought long and hard of the day when all my dreams came true and I was married, with gorgeous children both inside and out smiling up at me as if I were the best thing that they could call theirs. This is how I felt now, when my little girl looked up at me with her big brown eyes, framed by long dark lashes that gave them an air of mystery. This is the way I felt when my husband said my name as if it were a delicious beverage to be savoured. We were the Kings and we were blissfully happy.

"Mama, are we going to go to school?" My four year old asked with a glance at the clock which she hadn't yet learnt to read.

"Why Darling, it's such a beautiful day; are you sure you want to go to school?" I replied, breathing in the September air.

"Now, you know it's my first day so I have to be there or else it'll look like I'm naughty. And you have to work," she assured me and I sighed, kissing her forehead through the open car window.

"I suppose I do; don't I," I said, "So let's get going."

"Oh Rosie, you've forgotten something," Royce called as I backed out of our drive in Westchester.

I paused and waited as he came up to my car door and gave me one last lingering kiss.

"Daddy, that's disgusting. Please can we just go," Bella said impatiently.

"Be good today Isabella – I don't want any calls at the office," he warned her.

"Royce, Honey, can't you at least say good luck to her," I reminded him.

"Yes, yes, good luck but still refrain from trouble."

"Thank-you," Bella said quietly, though I supposed that had dampened her mood.

Royce had never really been a hands on father. He believed that discipline was the way to raise a child, as it was the way he's been raised, but I couldn't bear to see him punish my little Princess. It wouldn't do her any good, I assured him but he's never taken to her like I had. I suppose that was partly my fault. When she was born I fell in love and would never let her out of my sight which left precious little time for Royce to hold her, especially as her birth coincided with his father's death and therefore him taking over as head of the bank. I guess, at the end of the day, some men are just not as good as my own father at showing their emotions to their children.

I had never really taken to walking through New York as well as many people. I came from a small town with a small population so wasn't used to all the noise and glamour of New York when I first moved here with Royce. I had never walked Bella to school, which is awful for the environment, but in the case of my little girl: she comes first and everything else doesn't even compare to her safety and well being. So, with today being the first day of the Fall Semester we were once again back in the car, with her singing along to the music on the 'd spent the summer vacation on a tour of Europe, though sadly Royce had only been able to join us for parts of it due to work commitments. You may now be wondering how I got all eight weeks off when I work full time, but my boss let all his senior members have an extra two weeks holiday because of the success we'd had in the last year.

It did make me feel better that my car wasn't the only car in the parking lot when we arrived. We'd sent Bella to a private school from the beginning as she was shy around other children and we didn't want to throw her into class sizes that were so big she'd never get heard or improve. This meant that there were lots of very precious children who also got dropped off. I'd never spoilt my baby enough for her to get everything she wanted, but if it were a necessity or I thought I might enjoy it when she'd gone to bed she'd usually get it. Unless Royce didn't think it as necessary as I did.

"Mama, I'm scared. What if my teacher doesn't like me?" Bella suddenly asked the fear apparent in her beautiful eyes.

"Sweetheart, of course your teacher will like you. Let me let you into a secret that Auntie Alice and I found out when we were at school: they have to like you because they'd paid to do it," she smiled at this, "But don't tell anyone about it Bunny: it's our little secret."

"Of course I won't silly," she told me as I kissed her nose gently.

I'd gone to school in Forks where I was brought up and lived till I came to New York. Our next door neighbours had a son and a daughter: the former, Edward, being two years older than me, and the latter, Alice, being mine and my twin brother Jasper's age. Obviously we'd become best friends and upon announcing I was moving to New York to live with Royce, she had screamed and cried hysterically for a week, before suddenly changing attitude and telling me I had to call every day or she would hunt me down. When Bella was born, she was the obvious choice of Godmother, despite Royce's concerns. I knew that if anything happened to either of us, she would take Bella in and treat her as her own until the day she died. Of course, to make matters better, her and my brother had been dating for years and we were all just waiting for them to finally get engaged.

"Can we go now," Bella questioned, forgetting her earlier reluctance.

"Come on then slow coach," I laughed and got out of the car.

Going round to open Bella's car door I saw a car pull into the parking lot and a tall, well defined man with curly black hair get out of the car. He looked like a supermodel, and I stood there open mouthed waiting for him to get an equally gorgeous child out of the car. Yet he didn't. Instead he brought out a plastic box of something and walked into the school. Glancing around I saw many of the other mothers looking at him like I was, and even heard one tell her friend:

"I'd leave my husband for that."

"Please open the door. I don't want to come to work with you – it's boring and adult," Bella pleaded, breaking me out of my trance.

"Sorry sweetie," I apologised and she hopped out, stumbling as she hit the floor.

"Come on Stumble-Trip; what are we going to do with you hey?" I asked her jokingly.

Gravity seemed to pull harder on Bella than anyone else; she would fall over thin air constantly, and any hope Royce had of her being a sports player went out the window when we first tried to teach her how to catch and throw – the operative word being 'tried'. But I loved her for this, and it was a special part of her that no-one else had, which made her beautifully unique.

I walked with her into school and together we found her classroom. The door of it read 'Mr McCarty' and as we pushed it open I felt a pang of nervousness, but why I really don't know. I joined the line of other mothers as Bella kissed me, gave me a hug, told me she loved me, and ran off to play with her friends on the carpet.

"I wonder who they're getting this year?" One Mother asked.

"I hope it's that gorgeous man from the parking lot," Another replied.

"He can call me anytime; I may even convince Alfie that he should get in trouble," A third said before we heard the door open and in walked that man.

He smiled at us; a beautiful dimpled smile and I felt myself go weak at the knees. Stop it Rosalie, I chided, you're happily married and this man is probably about nineteen.

"Good morning ladies," he said in a drawling accent I couldn't quite place, but which made all of us sigh with pleasure.

The lady next to me turned and whispered:

"I don't care about early mornings or whatever – I'm so doing every single school run from now on," and I nodded in agreement before reminding myself that I did anyway.

"So my name is Mr McCarty and unless anything goes horribly wrong I will be teaching your delightful children for the next year," he told us, and although it really wasn't funny, many of the Mothers giggled like they were sixteen again.

"So, Mr McCarty, can we call you if we need anything?" Someone asked.

"Within reason and about your children, yes, but nothing more," he replied and winked at me.

I blinked, and looked properly into his eyes: they were a deep blue that made you feel lost at sea and despite my fear of fish I really wouldn't mind it if the sea were like his eyes. I smiled back once I realised he was grinning humorously and reminded myself once again I had a husband and asking myself if this was like cheating: being attracted by someone else. I'd look in some Law book when I got to the office. Work. I looked at the clock and realised I had half an hour to get there and you could never judge what the traffic would be like. I raised my hand slowly, like I was in school.

"Yes..." he asked

"Mrs King. Rosalie King," why did I add that in? "It's just I really have to leave to get to work."

"That's fine Mrs King, you're dismissed and I'll see you all at three o'clock," he said and I smiled, then began walking over to Bella.

"Be good Baby Girl, and I'll see you later. I love you," I said and kissed her hair before starting for the door.

"Love you too Mama," she said back and waved at me as I left with some of the other Mothers.

"So how long do we think he'll last?" Someone whispered to me as we neared the school gate.

"I think he looks good and as long as he treats my daughter right I couldn't care less," I said, smiling at her confusion to my seemingly nonchalant attitude as I got into my car. One of the other Mothers could explain to her I was happily married – I myself didn't have the time to listen to her stories of woe.

Once at work, I settled into my chair; reviewing the agenda for the day when there was a knock on my door. I ushered the person in and looked up to see m secretary, Charlotte, coming towards me with the notes I needed for my first appointment.

"These are the minutes from your last meeting with the Howards and I've been told to tell you that there is an office dinner tonight to celebrate the success of last year. Phil says that you have to come or he will murder you, and he doesn't deal with that sort of law or something equally thrilling," she recited and I laughed at her evident lack of enthusiasm.

Phil was our boss, and whilst a very powerful man, you never quite knew where you stood with him. In the five years I'd known him he'd had as many wives, a selection of girlfriends and an ever growing list of children for whom he consulted me as to what they would want for their Birthdays or Christmases. You had to take him with a pinch of salt and realise that the only thing he was completely committed to was his job, and ironically enough we were Child and Family Lawyers.

"Oh, he also said to say that you have to come because you're the only one in this office that's not deathly boring," Charlotte told me.

"Tell him I'll come but he owes me one. And the only reason he likes me is because I all but buy his children and whatever partner he's on presents," I replied and she rolled her eyes.

"So we're not factoring in the point that you're blonde, tall, beautiful," I shook my head, "Okay then, I'll leave you to it. You're due in the meeting in about fifteen minutes but Mrs Howard wants to see you beforehand because apparently she's found more evidence that her husband is having an affair."

"She does realise I'm not her lawyer doesn't she?" Charlotte shrugged, "And also the last lot of evidence was her taking her husband's phone, and texting another phone of hers but with a different name and then replying as this fictional woman."

"She's crazy I agree, but she wants to see you: you know 'fraternizing with the enemy' and all that," Charlotte said as she left, closing the door behind her.

I looked at the picture on my desk of Bella and Royce, smiling at the thought that this would never happen to me.

Thank-you for making it to the end of the first chapter; please tell me your thoughts about this and hope you enjoyed it! Just to quickly say I am English so I have consulted with PasionIsKey on many words I'm not too sure about, but any I missed feel free to point out. Thank-you, XxX