"Rose"
A Twilight Flash Fiction by mariescullen from the Babies at the Border Compilation
"I want to see Paris," said a woman, with half a smile on her face. Her decision was clear.
A deep laugh filled the room as a man turned away from the kitchen counter. "Do you now, Rose?"
Rose looked up and met bright blue eyes. This was the only part of Emmett's face she focused on; a man with dark hair and a chiseled jaw line. The kind of face she memorized.
"And when do you suppose we do that?"
His blue eyes were gone now. She stared at the back of plaid pajamas as he turned his attention to the counter.
"On our honeymoon, of course! I can see us now. We will swing hand in hand amongst the streets and when we kiss for the first time as newlyweds, it will be under the lights of the Eiffel tower. We should start considering options. The wedding is getting close!"
She stepped forward to wrap her arms around Tom. She took notice to the roll of fat that covered his midsection. "Has Bella been giving you extra helpings lately? Damn that woman! Does she not know that you have a tux to fit into?"
Toms' eyes flashed to the shelf over the entrance way of the kitchen. His sister Bella stared back at him from a photograph nestled there. A sharp pain—grief—crossed his chest as he refocused his attention.
"Why don't you tell me about the wedding?"
Rose's eyes shined. "It will be wonderful. There will be flowers everywhere, though not real ones because of your allergies. Blue and white ribbon will be draped on every nook and cranny in the church. Mary Alice will be my bridesmaid and Edward will be your best man—"
Rosalie was cut off by the sound of running water. Emmett moved towards her and placed a plastic cup in her hand and a glass of water in the other.
"Take those and drink. Then let's go upstairs. It's getting late." Emmett said.
Rosalie swallowed the contents of both cups, her voice shrill, eyes wide. "Emmett! My father will be here any moment to get me. I cannot possibly stay here, what will people think?"
Emmett's heart sped up. He reached for her, to guide her up the stairs, surprised that tonight she wasn't going to be difficult. "Rosy, we will wait upstairs. You can tell me more of our magical day."
"My dress will be wonderful. It's a beautiful beige. I will wear my hair up too. Mother told me my blonde hair clashes with it."
Emmett led her into the bedroom. A ring on her hand caught her attention, eyes becoming unfocused as she stared at it. He tucked her in. "What is this?"
Emmett bit his lip. He brushed white wisps of hair away, kissing her forehead.
"Goodnight, Rosalie."
Before shutting the lights off, Emmett glanced at a photo on the dresser. It was faded and yellow at the edges, but Rosalie was beautiful in a beige wedding gown, blonde hair tucked up into an elegant bun.
He hoped she dreamed of Paris.