Ok so this is a random idea I had. Basically if I get a good response to the prologue I'll continue. But if I don't get a good response I'll probably just discontinue it. I really hope that people actually read this and like it and that I'm not wasting my time by writing and posting this.

Devotissimo Suo Aurora

Summary

Rosalie Lillian Hale is a fifteen year old sophomore in high school. Royce Alexander King II is an eighteen year old senior in high school. They've been dating for a little over a year and Rosalie thinks they'll be together forever. But when Rosalie ends up pregnant and Royce's parents find out before him and then try to keep from him what will she do? Has Rosalie actually found her true love or is it just teenage hormones? R&R to find out.

Prologue: The Beginning

RPOV

I stood in front of the full length mirror in my closet. I was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, a zebra print tunic, a pair of faux suede scrunch boots, diamond bangles, and curved teardrop earrings. I was just going to school but I always felt the need to dress to impress. It was something that my mom had instilled in me from birth. I tousled my hair and then walked out of my closet. I grabbed my backpack and purse off of the floor and my phone off of the bedside table. I walked out of my bedroom and went downstairs.

I walked into the kitchen and sat my backpack and purse down. My mom was standing at the stove stirring something in a pot. My brothers; Andy, Jasper, Max, and Will; sat at island with a bowl and cup of orange juice in front of each of them. I walked over to the island and took the empty seat next to my oldest brother, Andy. I poured myself a glass of orange juice from the pitcher sitting on the island. My mom turned around and sat a bowl in front of me. "Good morning," she said and smiled at me.

I returned her smile and said, "Good morning." She turned to the sink and began to rinse dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I looked down at my bowl and saw that my mom had cut up some fresh fruit for me. I looked in Jasper's bowl and saw that he had oatmeal. "No wonder she cut fruit up for me," I thought to myself. I had never been shy about the fact that I hated oatmeal. I picked up the fork that lay next to the bowl and began to eat.

I was almost done with breakfast when my mom's phone rang. She wiped her hands on a towel and answered the phone. "Hello. Yes. Ok how far apart? Ok, are you sure? Ok, I'll meet you at the hospital," my mom said and then ended the call. She turned to me and my brothers and said, "Kids, I have to go to the hospital. Mrs. Keaton's water broke and her contractions are coming fast. Andy, can you take Will and Max to school?"

"Oh Mom, I've got to go meet up with Jesse early so we can straighten out our history project," my oldest brother Andy said.

"Well it looks like you'll be taking your brothers and sister with you," my mom replied.

"Ok, fine, I'll take them," Andy said.

"Thank you, you are a blessing," she said as she gathered her things. "I'll see you all tonight," she said and then walked out of the kitchen and into the garage.

Our mother was an OB/GYN and our father was an Oncologist. With two parents that were doctors and one being on call constantly it wasn't abnormal for me to have to volunteer to help out with my younger brothers. Though I secretly wished that my two older brothers would volunteer more than what they did. Andy was eighteen and a senior in high school. He's excuses ranged from school work to football or baseball practice to having an essay to write for a scholarship. Jasper was fifteen years old and my twin brother. We were sophomores in high school. We were just getting started in our real high school lives. I knew that as soon as June came and Jasper and I turned sixteen more responsibility would be put on our shoulders. I'm not just talking about the responsibilities of all sixteen year olds but I'm also talking about the responsibilities of taking our younger brothers where they wanted to go.

"Ok, I've got to get to school," Andy said as he stood up and walked over to the sink to rinse his bowl and glass. "Are you all ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jasper said and did the same.

"But Mom never leaves this early," Will said.

"Yeah, but I've got to be at school early. So can you please just go early this one time?" Andy asked Will.

"Ok," Will said and got off of the stool he was sitting on. He walked over to the sink and handed his bowl and glass to Jasper to rinse and put in the dishwasher.

"I'm ready too," Max said with his mouth full of oatmeal. He walked over to the sink and rinsed his glass and bowl before putting them in the dishwasher.

"Rose, are you coming?" Andy asked.

"Royce is going to pick me up today," I said.

"Ok," Andy said and with that my brothers left.

I sat at island in the kitchen waiting for Royce to get there. I picked at the fruit in my bowl not really in the mood to eat.

Royce was a senior at our high school. He was best friends with my brother, Andy. When Royce and I had first started dating Andy had been mad but eventually he got over it. Now Royce and I had been dating for a little over a year and I truly believed that we would be together forever. I was deeply and madly in love with Royce Alexander King II.

I had just finished my breakfast and was placing my glass in the dishwasher when the doorbell rang. I walked into the foyer and opened the front door. Standing on the front porch was Royce. He looked so hot in a pair of dark wash jeans and a light blue button down shirt. "Good morning," I said.

"Good morning," he replied as I stepped to the side and he walked inside.

I closed the front door behind him and said, "I have to get my backpack and purse out of the kitchen. I'll be right back." I turned to go to the kitchen but Royce grabbed my wrist stopping me. I turned around to see him staring at me. "Royce," I said but was stopped from saying anything else because he kissed me.

At first I was shocked but then I melted into the kiss and began to kiss him back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I fisted my hands on his chest. Royce deepened the kiss and I knew that if I didn't take control now then we'd both be in trouble.

I pushed back and broke the kiss. "Royce," I said and he began to kiss my neck. "Royce, we…..we can't," I said.

"Why not?" he asked. His lips hot against my skin.

"Because I missed my shot," I said.

I had been on birth control shots since Royce and I started dated. My mom had told me that I had a choice of the type of birth control to use but never the less I was going on birth control to insure that nothing would happen.

Royce leaned back and looked me in the eyes. "Nothing will happen," he said.

"Royce, I don't believe the pull out method works," I said.

"No, but a condom does," he said. I looked at him skeptically and he continued, "I have one in my wallet. You know I always carry one in my wallet."

It was true. He did always carry one in his wallet. We would use one when I was really close to my period but other than that it was all natural between us.

"We'll be late for school," I said as he began to kiss my neck again.

"So, it's not like it'll be the first time," he replied. He moved the curve where my neck and shoulder met. Shivers went thru my body and I was weakened. "What do you say?" he asked as he moved back up my neck.

"I…I….." I couldn't say anything for the sensation that was growing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him. He ran his hands down my sides and finally picked me up and began carrying me up the stairs.

Eager, his hands slid over my skin; indiscriminately they touched every surface of my body. I was resting mine on his chest, realizing how hard it was, while his came up to my shoulders and rested on the straps of my tank top. Slowly he pushed one to the side, and then the other. He felt the unencumbered skin now, going back and forth, and a little to the front, to the top swells of my still covered breasts. With this I went to the buttons of his pajama top and undid them and took it off. Mimicking his movement I touched his chest. The smooth skin became coarse with the texture of his hair, not too much to make me feel disgusted, but enough to prove to me that he was a man and not boy.

His index finger rested now on the edge of my top, and lazily pulled a little touching the smooth skin of my breast, a little more every so often, sending small shocks through my body, and starting a new warm and moist feeling in my core. Once in a while, his finger would brush one of my nipples, and I could feel them tense and contract, along with silent gasps that I wasn't sure came from my mouth or his.

After a while of this slow torture, he grew impatient. His hands went to my sides and held on to the ends of my top and swiftly pulled it off me. I was now exposed to him, though the veil of night enveloped me. I knew he could barely make out my forms in the dark, but the breeze on my breasts made me feel so vulnerable. He placed his hands on my sides and slid them up, to rest just under my breasts. And then so lovingly he cupped them. He touched me as if I were to break. He raised his palms against my nipples, and slowly rotated them; as if he was letting my peaks trace patterns on his palms. I never felt so womanly before. It was fogging my brain thinking that the flesh he was caressing had never been felt before, and now he was claiming it as his. I threw my head back, arching myself to force a more direct contact with his hands, and using my arms behind me as support.

He took advantage of this and placed one hand on my back to hold me in place and slowly pushed me back, while he got on his knees and tilted forward. He then placed his right hand on the mattress to hold his weight while his left hand keeping me hovering on the bed, arched and offering my breasts to him. His mouth caught the offering as he tasted me. I let out a moan, no longer able to suppress it. He slowly lowered us until we were both lying on my bed. He tasted and sucked and gently bit, his hands now massaging my bottom. I caressed his back and played with his brown locks, excited and ashamed of how much I enjoyed the torture of his mouth on my nipple.

Next thing I noticed, my jeans were being unbuttoned and were sliding down, as he lifted me slightly to take them off. I raised my leg and got it under the waistband of his, and pull them down, to where my other foot could help take them off. I could feel him now hard and moist against my belly, and I blushed in the dark realizing that he was now bare. I had only my underwear on now and he was playfully getting his hands under it, massaging my buttocks and teasing me as he slide them to my front, just touching the sensitive skin there. After a while, he just took them off in one decisive motion. We were now in the nude, nothing between us. He held me tight and just rubbed slowly to let every inch of our bodies feel the warmth of flesh on flesh. He was playing with the friction of my breasts against his flat and hard chest.

He was getting ready. As Royce positioned himself against me I felt anxious and awkward, but relieved to be with someone I could trust. My biggest worry was not so much the physical thing about to happen but the emotional implications. I went to by humor shield to protect me.

I didn't see it coming.

In one swift movement his mouth was on mine. His kiss was hungry and it distracted me from everything else. Until he swiftly entered me. Before we knew it we had found our rhythm. I was now full. Open and speared. There was a new feeling in me that embarrassed me. A sort of pride on his hardness, on his eagerness to penetrate me. A part of me felt proud on how ready he was, on his masculinity reassured with the force he used to drive into me, on how he took me. I was enjoying how he was making love to me.

It didn't take long. It was not glamorous like in the movies. It was short and sweet buy it was satisfying. And when it was over we didn't say another word. We got up and got dressed and then left for school.

Ok so I'm pretty sure everyone knows where this is going. So in order to figure out what to do with this story I've posted a poll on my page. I'm going to let the readers, that is if I have any, decide what Rosalie is going to conceive. So if you want me to continue the story go vote and also review! Come on! You know you want to!

Devotissimo Suo Aurora