Prologue
Prediction
The air was cool and still, the giggles of a small child broke through the silence. A sigh escaped my lips, life with children was perfect. Her small smile, the laughter, even the cheeky way she ran made everything about life better. My niece was a vision of perfection but still, she was not mine.
My eyes flickered over to her playing some sort of silly game with Emmett. Emmett, who would be the most wonderful father, but would never be. It made me frown.
Alice had been watching me. She slunk over from the shadows where, she too, was observing the interaction. Her little face was lit up and her eyes sparkled at me. Alice smiled and I wanted to sigh again.
"One day you're going to have a child, Rosalie," she told me positively. "When you least expect it she will come into your life, like a force that cannot be reckoned with."
"Alice, I don't want you to be my child," I said coolly.
Alice laughed. "Trust me, Rosalie, you are going to adore her," she promised smiling. "You will be wonderful parents, I can see it."
"Can you really?"
"Trust me."