Rosalie pov;

I stood by my little Noah's crib. He laid there sleeping silently, his tiny body inhaling and exhaling. He slept so peaceful, unlike his father. That reminded me, where was Emmett?

I left Noah's room and went down the hall to the living room. I sighed. It has been a long day full of Noah not want to eat, and wanting to cry all day.

Noah was 2 months early. He had to stay in the hospital 2 weeks after he'd been born. I was so devastated about it. I had finally gotten pregnant again and made it to 5 months, then 2 months later, my water broke at 2 am. I was still awake, watching reruns of Greys Anatomy. Emmett, luckily, was still awake too.

After about 4 hours of labor and pushing, Noah Emmett McCarthy was born. He was 2 pounds and 3 ounces. He had to stay in the hospital for 2 months before he could go home with Emmett and I.

I sat on the couch, scrolling through baby and children magazines. The clock ticked, and my heart pounded.

Emmett being in the marines was something that scared me. He told me when we got married that he has been in it since he was 18, and that it was something he enjoyed. He told me he'd come see me if he had to go on call to say goodbye to me and whatever children we had at the time.

He has only had to go out once since we've been married. It was before I got pregnant with Noah. He was gone for 2 weeks, then he came back to town, drove to where I was at that moment, and surprised me.

He has been nominated for being a general, which would let him stay in town, but have to work more hours. But if he wanted to retire, he could and still get at least $5000 a month.

I looked up just as I heard the door click. I smiled as I seen my husband in his uniform. "hey, babe." He smiled.

I stood up, and kissed him lightly. "hey.", I whispered sweetly.

He walked to the kitchen to get something to eat.

"I made spaghetti and meatballs. It's what Noah wanted.", I said as I stood by the counter.

Emmett grabbed the bowl of food, and heated it up. He walked towards me. "where's my little mini me?", he asked.

"He's asleep in his room. How was work?", I replied.

"Eh, the same as always. But I won't ever have to go in again.", He smiled.

"You retired?", I questioned.

"Yes. To stay home and help you with Noah and our future babies.", he answered.

"Em..", I whispered. "What if I couldn't have anymore kids.. look at how many miscarriages I've had, before and after Noah."

He came up to me and hugged me. "Baby, I swear, if you can't have kids, it'll be okay. We could adopt a little kid. But no matter what it is, I'm here for you."

I looked up at him. "I love you."

The microwave beeped. "I love you too, baby.", he said as he walked towards the microwave.

"Noah wouldn't eat today. He kept crying for you.", I said.

"Really? That's weird. He usually always cries for you.", he said as he glanced at me.

Just at that moment, Noah cried. He must've heard Emmett and I talking. "I'll go get him!", Emmett said.

I smiled, watching Emmett walk down the hall.

I soon heard Emmett's footsteps, and Noah's little giggles come down the hall. I walked to Emmett's chair and sat down.

"Mommy!", Noah screamed. I looked up at him and smiled faintly.

"Hey, baby.", I replied.

I seen Emmett holding Noah in one arm and a sippy cup and bowl in the other. "Do you need help?", I asked.

"Nah. I got it. You look exhausted.", he smiled.

"I am, actually. Chasing a 1 year old around everywhere isn't as fun as it sounds.", I replied, looking at Noah.

"Oops!", he giggled.

I stood up to get a glass of kool-aid. Just as I took a sip, I felt sick.

I ran to the bathroom and puked up dinner, and liquids. Emmett put Noah in his playpen and chased after me.

"Babe, are you okay!", he asked as he held my hair.

I shook my head no. I didn't feel so great right now. My stomach felt upside down and my head was spinning. I got sick some more.

4 months later;;

I watched Emmett and Noah play in the snow and stroked my flat stomach. I had had another miscarriage last month. Another little boy up in heaven.

When I went to my ob/gyn through every pregnancy and miscarriage,she told me they'd all been little boys. That's when we discovered that that was I could produce. I would never have a little girl to dress up and do her hair. I'd have little athletic boys.