Alice Cullen was sitting on the cream couch with her husband and best friend Jasper. They were each reading a book, Alice; an old romance novel, and Jasper; a retelling of the Civil War. The soft pitter patter of rain outside adding to the relaxed feel of the house. Edward was in his room talking with Bella, Rosalie and Esme were looking at some paint colours, Carlisle was in his study reading a new medical journal he had just acquired, and Emmett was deciding what game to play next on his X-box.
Alice had just gotten to the part where the mysterious handsome gentleman walks into the bar and starts speaking to the waitress when Jasper felt her stiffen in his arms.
"Alice?" He said while sitting up with her in his arms, "What do you see?"
"Rose," She mumbled to herself. "Rosalie, with a guy. Average height, thinner than Emmett, with reddish-brown hair."
As she came out of her trance, the family had gathered since they heard her talking about Rosalie.
"What about Rose with a guy?" Asked Emmett as he wound his arms around Rosalie's waist and clung her to his chest protectively.
"They were standing, just like you are now. They were giggling and Rose had the biggest smile on her face. Rose seemed so happy."
The family all stood there in shock. Emmett's arms tightened around Rosalie before letting her go.
"You mean she," he started before swallowing a lump in his throat, "she's going to leave me?"
"Emmett," Alice said with sympathy, "I think she found her true mate."