Emmett's POV
"Hey every one," Rosalie says, smiling. "I want to sing a song I wrote awhile back. I've just finished recording it for my new album and I hope y'all like it."
Then she sings the very song she wrote in her letter to me. She was right, it sounds amazing with music. I feel myself get teary eyed, but I don't stop watching. I can handle this. When she finishes the crowd cheers for her; that's when I turn off the television. I stare at the blank screen for about ten minutes until I'm interrupted by a baby crying. I stand up to go comfort whichever of my nephews is crying.
When I get in the nursery I see that it's Connor, my god son. I smile and pick him up. I rock him and then decide he probably needs to be fed. So when he stops crying I put him in the little swing and warm up one of the bottle that Bella left for me. I can get through this; I can.
Almost Four Years Later…
I'm lying in the dark of my apartment. I don't care about the dark though. I've lived in this 'new' apartment for nearly four years and I'm used to it. The kitchen floor tile is cold, and that's why I'm lying here. Eventually I'll have to get up and go to my room though. I need sleep, but unfortunately I have nightmares much more often these days.
I stand up and make my way towards my room. I don't bother turning on any of the lights. My eyes are accustomed to the darkness. Only when I get in my room do I turn the light on. And there is Rosalie. She holds out her arms for me and walks toward me. However, then a bang rings out and she comes to a halt. I see the blood and when she falls to the ground I see two things; the bullet hole in her back and Royce standing behind her with a gun, laughing manically.
I drop to my knees; I know I've begun screaming by now. I'm pleading with Rose to hold on, but she doesn't and I can tell that she's dead. I look up from her dead body and Royce is still there. He points the gun at my head and after the bang, everything goes dark…
I bolt upright and look around myself. I'm in the bedroom of my apartment. Rosalie and Royce are no where to be seen. It's just me. I run a hand through my hair. Of course the nightmare wasn't real, Royce is dead, and I killed him. Maybe that's why the memory of him haunts my dreams, turning them into horrible nightmares. And Rosalie, well she's alive and well for all I know. She just hasn't spoken to me in almost four years. I look at the calendar; it'll be four years since she left me, in about a week. As for today, well today is December 25th, Christmas Day.
Four years ago, on Christmas Eve, Rose and I were united in a way we never had been before. In other words we had sex. The memory also visits my dreams. Those dreams never end with either of us dead or with Royce even showing up. They're happy recounts of what we did. However, Rose hasn't spoken to me since I killed Royce. I think it's because of Heidi sitting on top of me, feeling me all over once she got there. Heidi and I weren't doing anything, but Rose never asked if we were or not.
Sighing, I get up and walk into the bath room. The apartment I have now is nice. I actually have a bathroom attached to my bedroom. My old apartment that was in the run down, sketchy area of town and it just had one tiny bathroom across the hall from the bedroom. I turn the bathroom light on and look at myself in the mirror. I haven't shaved in awhile; I'll have to do that.
I notice how sweaty I am. Jasper has told me that it's because the nightmares. He says that most people sweat when they're scared. It happens when you're awake, so of course it'll happen when you're asleep. He also suggested sleeping with less blankets or maybe with out a shirt on. I tried everything, but every time I have a night mare I wake up sweating buckets.
After I shave, I start to take my clothes off and get in the shower. As I stand there I think about the past four years. Things have been going alright, but they aren't exactly the same. Bella says I'm more depressed than I was four years ago. She means when I was still an assassin and nobody knew about it. After telling my friends and sister… and Rose, about being an assassin, I was happy, briefly. Now Bella thinks that I'm even worse, but I try to keep a smile on for her. She has enough to deal with, what with the twins, Connor and David and her new baby, Amy.
Amy was born a year ago. She turned one year old in November. Unlike when Bella was pregnant with the twins, she and Edward didn't know what the sex would be. However, I really wanted a niece. So, when she was born Bella and Edward asked for any name suggestions I had. Immediately I thought of Amy. Okay, I admit that at first I joked around with it. I suggested Princess Beyonce, Junk Juanita, Barbie and Snooki… but I was kidding around.
They didn't say much when I suggested those fake names. I think they noticed it was the first time in a long time that I was making a joke and laughing. But when I said 'Amy' they knew I was serious. For awhile I wondered why they were so insistent upon my choosing the name. Then I recalled that Rosalie chose the names for both Connor and David. It made me extremely annoyed and if it hadn't been for me constantly wanting to see baby Amy, I would've ignored them both.
As I step out of the shower, I hear the door bell ring. I quickly dry myself and get dressed. I run a brush through my hair as I hurry to the door. Looking through the peephole I see Bella, Edward, David, Connor and Amy, 'A, B, C, D & E' as Alice puts it. Speaking of Alice, I see her and Jasper walking toward the door, with their daughter Sammy. I open the door and let them all in. Every one of them hugs me, even the 'littles'. Edward gets annoyed when I call his children the 'littles' but Jasper doesn't mind Sammy being called one. What he does mind is when I call Alice one as well.
"Good morning, Emmett," Alice says, after hugging me.
"Hey, man," Edward says. He had been holding Amy, but he puts her down, pats me on the back and walks inside. I immediately scope up Amy and she wraps her arms around my neck.
"Is there anything you would like to say to your Uncle Emmett?" Bella asks. Amy smiles and just shakes her head. I chuckle and Bella groans. She wraps one arm around me and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"Merry Christmas," she says. I keep holding Amy and am soon bombarded by her brothers. They hug my legs, say good morning and wish me a Merry Christmas. They also make sure to remind me that they'll be four in one month. After them comes Sammy.
"Happy Christmas, Uncle Emmett, did Santa bring you lots of goodies?" she asks. I laugh and she hugs me.
"Santa was going to bring me lots of goodies, Sammy, but I told him to just give them all to you," I say. Sammy looks at me questioningly.
"What about David, Connor and Amy?" she asks, this kid is so smart.
"I told him to give them to them, too," I say and I look at Amy in my arms, she's smiling happily.
"Did I get them?" Sammy asks.
"No," I say, "Santa decided to leave them at my apartment to give to you when you came over."
"Yay!" Sammy squealed and she ran inside. She has the perkiness of her mother and the quick wit of her father. Speaking of her father, he came last. He looked solemn and I could tell he was a bit unhappy. It was probably because he wasn't spending Christmas day with his sister; obviously because she wouldn't be coming to Christmas at my apartment.
"Good morning, Merry Christmas," Jasper said as he gave me a one arm hug. I guess it was hard to hug me when I was holding Amy.
"Morning," I say. As he walks inside I shut the door. Then I stop him, and he looks at me as if he knows what's about to go on.
"Just spit it out," he says. I do this on occasion, but it's not like every time I see him I ask him about her.
"How is Rose?" I ask.
"She's okay, she did a movie, as you probably know and has still been singing," Jasper says.
"Good," I say. "Did you see her at all today or, maybe last night?"
"Alice and I went over with Sammy, last night. Edward and Bella came with the twins and Amy, also," he says. I nod and he walks away. I don't bother asking if she has asked about me. I doubt that she has. Then Jasper stops and turns back around.
"She, wanted me to wish you a Merry Christmas," he whispers.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yes, her exact words as I was leaving were 'Jasper, I've gathered that you're going to see Emmett tomorrow, and I want you to wish him a Merry Christmas from me'. I was surprised, since she hasn't asked me to convey any messages to you before and I wasn't about to tell her to do it her self. So, yeah, Merry Christmas from Rose," he says.
"Will you tell her I hope she had a Merry Christmas as well the next time you see her?" I ask.
"I will," Jasper says and he walks away. I stand there for awhile, and then I feel a little hand touch my cheek. I look down at Amy.
"Are you going to say anything to me? Anything at all?" I ask. We know she can talk, she has a couple times. Of course, it's just simple one-year old talk but she can do it. And last night Bella had talked to me on the phone and even said she knew how to say 'Merry Christmas'.
"Happy Hanukah," she says, with a smile on her face. I gasp and walk into the living room, I put her down and she walks, a tad unsteadily, over to her father. I glare at Edward as he picks her up and puts her on his lap.
"Did you tell him?" he whispers, yet not all too quietly. Amy nods and smiles.
"Good," Edward says, "here you go." My mouth drops when he hands her a small Dum Dum Lollipop.
"Bella, I would just like you to know that your husband manipulated and bribed your daughter so that she would wish me a 'Happy Hanukah' instead of a 'Merry Christmas'," I say.
"Tattle tale," Edward says.
"Jerk," I say.
"Baby," he says.
"Meany," I say. We would be using harsher words if not for the little children around. I can just picture the, would be, conversation in my head…
"Bella, you husband manipulated and bribed your kid into wishing me a 'Happy Hanukah' instead of a 'Merry Christmas'," I would say.
"Shut the hell up, tattle tale," Edward would say.
"Make me ass hole," I would say.
"Stop being a pussy," Edward would say.
"Stop being a prick," I would say…
But alas, those conversations were dead when the 'littles' were around. I stop glaring at Edward and sit down. He smirks, almost as if he knows he's won. I give him a look that clearly says 'We'll continue this later'. I look at Bella and Alice, talking about Alice's newest fashion line. After Sammy was born she quit modeling and starting a career as a fashion designer. She's actually extremely successful.
"So what's for dinner?" Alice asks.
"It's a surprise," I say.
"I bet it's take out Chinese that's taken out of the containers and put in bowls to look like it was actually cooked," Edward says, smirking.
"Actually, it's lasagna, and if you keep it up you're going to be eating dog food, out on the terrace," I snap.
"Wow Emmett, I didn't know lasagna was in your knowledge of recipes," Bella says.
"Yeah, well, what you guys just don't realize is that I've gotten to be a very good cook. Since my social life is lagging, I mostly sit around after work and watch the Food Network," I say snidely.
"Fun," Edward says sarcastically and under his breath.
"Hey, Eddie, remember that time in high school when you watched the Food Network for three days straight?" I ask.
"Go fuck yourself," Edward mutters. Bella gives him a really pissed off look and then takes Amy off his lap. Edward smiles guiltily; I suppose the fact that he had a one year old on his lap couldn't stop him from telling me that I had to fuck off. Fortunately, Amy seems to have not noticed.
I stand up and walk into the kitchen. I stare at the tile floor and remember that, that was where last night's dream started. Why had I been lying on the floor? It was a very strange dream… no, nightmare. I wonder why I believed it was real even for a second. I sigh and start to take out the lasagna ingredients. It takes awhile to cook, so I might as well get started.
First chapter = DONE. So, what did all of you think? I'm not exactly sure what to call this story, but I'm sure it'll come to me. Review with any title suggestions you may have and I'll consider it. Remember that Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and thanks so much for reading.
~EM~