Rosalie was expecting again.
There'd been three miscarriages so far, and Emmett didn't seem to be as affected as she was. She'd become something of a machine. She wasn't happy these days unless there was something concerning a baby around her. We weren't sure four would be her lucky number, but, of course, we were hopeful.
Emmett was apprehensive at trying again. He would never want to hurt Rose, and the miscarriages were, but neither could he deny what she wanted so badly.
They'd ended up this way.
Rosalie was lying on the couch, the foetus in her belly causing nothing more than a small, healthy looking bump as of yet.
"Hello, Edward," She said grimly, crossing her soft ankles. She was only twenty nine.
"Hey, Rosalie," I replied. I crouched and tentatively laid a hand on her stomach. "How many weeks to go?"
She looked at my hand slightly before answering. "Five months.".
"Wow." I said, taking a seat. Emmett strolled in looking dishevelled but carrying a mug of coffee and wearing a distant smile.
"Hey there, Edward," He said brightly. I nodded in return, wondering if he could really take all of this in his stride. He handed Rose the mug.
"Well, I have to get back to the surgery in ten minutes, so I'll make this quick." I said. "I'm moving nearby- just around the corner, really." I needed a change from Forks. Until now I'd lived in the same rainy small town where everyone knew everyone else since I could remember.
"That's cool. Can't get enough of our crazy, huh?" Emmett grinned, glancing at Rose to gauge her reaction. Recently we'd had to tread carefully around her. She nodded noncommitally.
"I'd better be going. Thanks." I said, standing up.
"See you soon, man," Emmett called as I shut the door.
