"Emmett?" The beautiful blonde asked her husband as she ajusted, propping herself up on one elbow in their bed early one morning. All she wore was one of his white long-sleeved shirts, covering the lace undergarments that she had on under.
In response to her voice, he gave a flawless smile, speaking in the most handsome tone that she had ever heard. "Yes?" One eyebrow raised out of sheer curiosity.
"What if...that had been me?" She questioned him, frowning.
Emmett frowned as well. She was talking about Bella and Renesmee. That's all she ever talked about lately; the gore from the birth, the mental and emotional attachment Rose had with the young child from the time Bella had asked for her help. He let out a low sigh. "Rose, we've talked about this."
"Clearly not enough." Rose glared, speaking in an angry tone as she got up to storm out of their bedroom.
This was a daily thing. By night, they'd make up and everything would be okay. But even vampires have feelings. Of course he didn't like how often they fought lately, but this was getting out of hand. "Rosalie..." He said, sympathetically, following her like a puppy dog and its owner. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't give me an answer. I wanted to talk about it."
"Yes, but-"
"But?" She asked impatiently while tapping her foot.
"Yes, but we talk about it daily."
"Daily!" She almost scoffed. "I ask you something, but you always ignore me. It's as if you don't love me." Rosalie was fuming now.
"Babe, you know that's not true."
"I'm done with this." Her eyes softened into a hazel pool of sadness.
"Of course," He muttered.
"I heard that...I'm going hunting." Emmett heard her say, and then heard a door slam.
( Hello! It's the other admin, Alyssa. AKA. Win. Sparks deserves most of the credit but I did type this and come up with the idea. Thanks for reading this chapter and be sure to rate, review...you know. Anyways! I'll be sure to update soon. This chapter isn't exactly finished, but I will patch it up. And I really need to publish it. So... hasta luego! Bye! )