Ok, so this is my newest Fic. It's an Emmett/Rose AH Fic. Emmett has a younger brother with Downs syndrome, he's a bit of a player, and a jock. Rose has been in a relationship with Royce, a violent drunk, for a couple of years. She's desperate for a baby; he's not so keen. This is the story of how they meet, and, after a few twists and turns, fall in love. Lemons in later chapters, and some violence. Please review =D.

Emmett POV

Do this Emmett. Do that Emmett. No, don't even try that Emmett.

Hypocrites, the lot of them. Do as I say, but don't you dare do as I do.

"Emmett, son, will you do me a favor?" How about, no. No I won't, as it probably means I will lose my weekend to babysitting. Or I will end up covered in pudding, singing nursery rhymes to a coach load of little kids and making a musical instrument out of some corn and a metal bucket!

Ok, so they've never asked me to do that as of yet, but I can see it coming.

"Emmett? Will you take Conner off my hands for half an hour? Take him out. And don't do anything stupid. He doesn't want to end up at one of your floozy's houses while you make out on the sofa, please." My Mom. Greatest woman alive. I think. Loud-mouthed mother of 7. Me being the second oldest, and still living at home. I know, what a sap.

"Yeah sure. And Mom, I don't have a 'floozy'. I'll take him to the park or something, that sedate enough for ya'?"

"Don't give me that crap Emmett, you always have a woman. And yeah, just get him out of here, he's spreading poop on the walls"

"I think it's chocolate Mom. And actually, I'm a free man at the minute." I stuck my nose in the air and turned away "Come on Conner, lets get out of here, Man." Conner is my little brother, 6 years old and the youngest of us lot. Conner has Downs Syndrome. Don't feel sorry for him though, Conner is the coolest little sucker you'll ever meet. I grabbed his hand, and dragged his confused little ass out of the house into the sticky midday heat.

A Floozy! I've not had a girl for a good 2 weeks now, no wonder I'm cranky. What happened to Emmett McCarty, the ruler of planet woman, the most well known player in town? I slowed my pace to match Conner's; his feet were barley moving over the dusty road, he was too preoccupied with watching the world go by. It's no wonder it takes so long to get anywhere with Conner in tow, he doesn't have the slightest sense of urgency in any little bit of him.

I personally hate the park, full of screaming little kids, and women who had lost all sense of fun when the popped their little sprogs. Conner, on the other hand, seemed to think throwing himself around a playground for an hour was the height of excitement. I plopped down on the bench, and sighed, leaning my head back and rubbing my temples, trying to soothe my already brewing headache.

Oh God. Alice Brandon. Soon to be Alice Whitlock is the rumor. Man, that girl hates me. Always have since I pulled my famous, 'Shag and Run' trick on her. Told me if I ever came near her again she would, and I quote "Chop of my good for nothing balls, put them in a pie, make me eat them, and then kill me". Not very original if you ask me, I've heard better.

"Conner" I hissed, trying to get him to lie low with me, or even better, get the hell out of here. "Conner, don't, no, Shhhh, Conner, come here."

He looked at me, that look on his face that said, Make me, Bozo. And then I saw her. Man, she was fine! Brandon's little friend. Blonde, Leggy, smile that made the choir start singing. The million dollar question; go over and talk to Ms Gorgeous, but risk being castrated by an angry Alice, or, run while I still have full use of my child making facilities. Just as I stood up to make my move- who needs balls anyway? –Conner bolted in the other direction. I bit my lip to stop myself from swearing and took off after him. Damn him and his woman hating ways!

Rosalie POV

"Alice, be fair! I'll go to the park with you, but I'm getting myself dressed." I laughed, putting the phone against the other ear, twirling a strand of loose hair around my finger. The house was too quiet with no Royce. He had left for work early this morning, and it makes me feel lonely here in such a big house when it's so empty. I'd rung Alice, my best friend, in hopes she was also looking for something to do. Luckily for me her fiancée Jasper was doing something or other, and she was left at home with her little boy, Jack.

Alice sighed. "You drive a hard bargain, Rose. I'll be with you in 10."

"See you in 20 then, Alice," I laughed.

'You know me too well. See you in 20 then, sweetie," The line clicked and the phone went dead. I looked down at my lap and sighed. What I would give to be as happy as Al; gorgeous little boy, and Jasper, who is totally infatuated with her. Of course, I love Royce, but it's not the same. Our passion fizzled out soon after I revealed I wanted a baby; there's nothing like a rejection of that size to kill the spark.

I scooped my hair of my neck and pinned it up on my head. Royce likes my hair loose. I un-pinned it with a sigh. I don't need him to come home and see me looking a mess; I haven't got the energy for any more arguments. And he makes me a bit nervous when he's angry, I don't think he'd ever hurt me, but there's no point in tempting fate.

The doorbell chimed, making me jump. I stood up, smoothed down my skirt and opened the door. Alice threw herself at me, knocking me breathless. "Rose! It's been too long."

"Alice, it's been a week! Come in," I laughed, ushering her in. Jack, looking cute as a button, reached at me from Alice's arms. I scooped him up, smiling into his thick blonde hair; a trait he had inherited from Jasper.

"I'm grabbing a drink, Rose. I'm spitting feathers, I hope you don't mind," Alice said from the kitchen, I could hear the tap running and chuckled.

"You never normally ask Al, what's with the new politeness?"

"I don't know, actually. I would have had a drink even if you'd have said no, so that was a pointless exercise really," she said, grinning at me. She put her glass down on the table, and my hand twitched. I scooped the glass up, and put it in the sink, throwing a sheepish smile at Alice. "What's with the tidiness? That's unlike you!"

"Royce doesn't like mess." I said, rinsing the glass under the tap. I caught Alice rolling her eyes; her opinion of Royce wasn't glowing.

I raised an eyebrow at her, challenging her to say something. Alice wasn't frightened of me, and could be a fairly scary in her own right when she wanted to be, but everyone knows better than to challenge me.

"Come on then, let's get out of here," She said, giving me a look that blatantly said 'this isn't over.'

I grabbed Jack, as a weapon and a shield and opened the door.

The park. I love the park. Full of children having a good time, totally adorable. Alice sat down on a bench, setting Jack on her knee. I sat down next to her, and then I caught sight of her expression. And what an expression it was. A look of total loathing marred Alice's normally cheery face. I laughed "Jeez Alice, who ran over your cat!"

"Bastard."

"Excuse me! I've not-,"

"Not you, Rose! Him! Emmett McCarty." The venom in her voice made me flinch. I followed her gaze to a huge muscled man and a young boy, who, by the looks of things had Downs syndrome. God bless him. They were both gorgeous. I laughed "Alice, whatever he's done, it can't be that bad. He's chasing a little boy around, a little boy with Downs syndrome by the look of things. He's a good guy"

"Good guy my ass! That man is the wormiest, most disgusting excuse for a man, I've ever come across, and-,"

I put my hand over Alice's mouth, she was now shouting, even though Emmett had long gone, chasing after the little boy. "Calm, Alice. What's up with him anyway? What's he done to you that irked you off so much?"

"Emmett McCarty, the most infamous player in town. And yes, I've been there and done that. In the literal sense." I stifled a giggle; Alice still had that murderous expression on her face. "He just…ran off. He, you know, he slept with me, and when I woke up, he was gone. The knob even had the cheek to ignore my calls, I left him a message saying that if I ever saw him again, the welfare of his genitals was at risk." I laughed again, typical Alice. I thought he looked sweet. The look of total adoration in his face when he looked at the little boy; it was admirable. That's what I want; Royce and me looking down on our child, with that same look of love. Royce doesn't want that.

*Flashback*

"There's my Rosie," he slurred.

"Royce, you're drunk. How about we just go to bed, and you can sleep this off."

"You're so beautiful, Rosalie. I Love you," I smiled at him; he is always so sweet when he's drunk. "But you should show people, show us how beautiful you are Rosie." I blanched away from his harsh tone, away from his hands, grabbing at my clothes. He can be so sweet.

"Royce, come on, lets just-"

"Stop it! Let me see how beautiful you are" he shouted.

"Royce, pleases" I was begging now. He can be so Sweet. He would never hurt me.

"Is there someone else? Is that what it is? Is that why you never want to show me how beautiful you are anymore? I trusted you, Rosalie!" He lurched towards me, and I let out a strangled sob. He pulled away from me, staring with vacant eyes. He looked like he didn't even know me. "I'm so sorry. So, so sorry. I'll understand if you never forgive me. Do you forgive me? Do you still love me? Rose, look at me." He grabbed me under the chin, tilting my head towards him. "Do you still love me?" he asked, staring me in the eye.

"Of course" I breathed, letting out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding. "Of course I love you" I reached towards him, pulling him into my embrace. "I'm sorry for being a crappy girlfriend"

Please review. And ask me any questions, because I'm sure there's something I haven't told you lol. My Beta is so fabulous; OhMyEdward472, I love you. Emily xxx