I hope you like my story. I don't own any of the twilight characters. That's the creation of Stephanie Meyer. I just make them do my bidding in this story :) I'm a beginner so feel free to review and give me tips.
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Chapter One
RosaliePOV
My name is Rosalie Hale. I have the most beautiful son named Conner and an adorable baby girl named Amanda. My husband is Royce King ||. I kept my maiden name when I married him. This is my story of love and loss, and how I got to be where I am.
"Momma I wanna go to da pool!" My son Conner said, and looked over at me with brown, pleading eyes. "Honey, it's raining today. And it's too cold. Maybe tomorrow, we have all summer." I reassured him, heartbroken, because all he had asked for since summer began was to go to the pool, but a terrible summer storm had broken out the day we had planned it. It was still raining a week later, today. "Please Mumma! Please!" My little boy had tears in his eyes. Oh how I hated to see him this distraught. He was like a little fish from day one. He loves the water so much! "I promise, the day it stops raining and gets warm again, we'll go to the pool, okay?" I told him soothingly. He ran over to me and I picked him up in my arms and rocked him back and forth. He is only six years old and his sister Amanda is eleven months. Conner loves his sister so much, and he only wants her to be happy. Most six year old older brothers would be incredibly jealous of their infant sisters, but absolutely not Conner. He is so mature for his age! "Mommy, is Amanda awake yet?" He asked me with a smile. "I don't know, why don't you go look for me." I told him and put him back down on the floor. He ran off toward Amanda's room and tripped on the third stairway step, like he always does. "Conner, watch out for the third step!" I called to him, like always. When our house was being built, there was a slight complication with the stairs. The third step to the bottom is higher than the one below it. Conner always forgets, and trips over it. I'm afraid one day he'll get hurt. I heard him open the door to Amanda's room. A few seconds later, I hear him call to me, "Momma, I think she needs a diaper change." followed by the urgent cry of Amanda. She HATES sitting around in a dirty diaper, so when she soils herself, she's quick to tell me. I thumped up the stairs, strategically skipping the third step, and turn into Amanda's room, located directly left of the stairs. She immediately stops crying when she see's me, for she knows help is on the way. "Conner, you know the drill." I told him. Conner is not allowed to be in the room while Amanda is getting her diaper changed. He stomped out of the room and into his room. He doesn't yet understand why, but he'll understand when he gets older. Two minutes later, I call him back in, with a very happy Amanda in my arms. Ding Dong. "Momma, someone's at the door." Conner informed me. "Don't worry, I heard the ding dong too." I told him as I started down the stairs. Halfway down, I heard the doorbell again. Whoever it was, they must be impatient. "I'm coming! Hold you're horses!" I called, hoping they wouldn't leave, thinking no one's home. I raced to the door, and yanked it open. We almost never got visitors, so I was a bit excited. There were two police officers standing there. "Are you Miss. Hale?" The first officer asked. "Mrs. Hale." I corrected him. "Not anymore. You're husband, Royce King ||, is dead."