Chapter 1

New York, Madison Square Gardens, 1988

Emmett's POV

The cold New York air left my breath a cloud of smoke whenever I exhaled a breath I didn't need. The snow crunched slightly underneath our feet with every step. We took our time, savouring every moment together, though there was no need, after all we had all of eternity, but sometimes it was just nice to savour the moment.

The snow nestled softly in Rose's blonde hair which was rested on my arm as we walked blissfully around New York. It was her favourite place to be during Christmas, the big buildings and bright lights had always appealed to Rose. Though I thought cities were too commercial and artificial, I had slowly grown to like it in New York, but I think my opinion was heavily influenced by Rose's strong willed manner.

We had decided to spend some time away from our family, Edward had been more than eager to wave goodbye. I chuckled, poor kid, it mustn't be easy listening to the things Rose and I come up with. He argued it would only be best for a 'healthy, happy relationship'. No doubt, it was, I knew Rose wasn't completely satisfied with our relationship and I only sighed in defeat whenever I thought of it.

It wasn't something I could personally fix, for it wasn't for something I had done. I couldn't give her a family, more specifically children. The fact that she could trade everything she had, including me, broke my heart, though I would never mention it, I hated that I couldn't be what she wanted or needed.

Despite having it as a reminder in everything we do, I knew the realisation that we would be forever frozen in our current states for eternity was a reminder that she hated every second.

I felt Rose stiffen against me, disrupting my thoughts. I peered down, silently asking what was wrong.

"Did you hear that?" she asked softly.

I was too busy lost in my own thoughts to hear what was going around me. But she had already let go of me and gone to see whatever it was she heard. I sighed and started to follow her into a dim and dingy alleyway between two takeout places. I wrinkled my nose at the smell of leftover food and rotting garbage, but Rose went on as if nothing was wrong. Vegetable crates were piled against overflowing metal garbage cans, oozing with the smell of decay.

But amongst the smell, I froze. I could hear it very clearly now. Crying. Something was crying.

"Rose. It's probably a cat or something..." I said. Seeing as she wasn't going to listen to me, I sighed in defeat and joined her in her search.

"Emmett..." Rose murmured. Her back was to me and her face was bent staring into a crate that used to be that for tomatoes, inside were bundles of newspapers and the source of the crying. It was louder now that I was nearer to it. There was a baby among the crumpled pieces of newspaper.

Rosalie's POV

I could hear something crying, and it wasn't the cat Emmett told me it was. It was under all these fruit and vegetable boxes, somewhere wedged in between. I lifted up the boxes, rummaging to see whether it was just my imagination deceiving me. I rummaged until I finally found what I was looking for.

"Emmett..." I murmured, not exactly sure what I was supposed to do now.

I could feel him taking a step closer to me; I kept my eyes fixated on the small bundle in front of me. He looked over my shoulder, to see the baby crying in the fruit box between the sheets of newspaper.

I hesitantly inched my hands closer to it, shaking slightly with anticipation. It was something I always wanted to do, but putting imagination into reality was a completely different thing. I gently picked it up, cradling it in my fabric covered arms. I rocked it back and forth, in an attempt to quieten it down, hoping the coat provided more warmth than the damp newspapers.

"Take off your coat," I told Emmett, leaving no room to argue in my tone. I could feel him silently protest, but he did what I said, handing his coat over grudgingly. I quickly wrapped the coat around the baby, which quietened down its cries slightly. It still gurgled up at me

"Hey, "I said soothingly to the baby, smiling slightly until it completely quietened down.

"We should take it to the Emergency Room, make sure it's okay," Emmett began gently guiding me out of the alleyway. I wrapped the baby closer to me, a feeble attempt to protect it.

I nodded, not taking my eyes of the baby. Its eyes were open and it was staring at me with hazel brown eyes. It had very pretty eyes.

We walked in silence to the Hospital. Once there, we informed the tired looking 50 something year old at the desk what had happened, she hadn't looked particularly alarmed and had gone back into the office behind her to sort some things out. I sat down at one of the orange plastic hospital chairs, stroking the baby's soft brown hair.

Emmett held out his hands, a silent invitation to hold it. I hesitated, thinking he would give it to the nurse at the desk, but I gently put it in his arms, still wrapped in his coat.

He smiled at it, touching its hand.

"It's pretty," he murmured.

I stared at him, my husband holding a baby. It was a sight I always wanted, but never could have. I smiled. I wanted it.

Emmett took his eyes of the little baby in his arms and looked at me, "Rose, you know what you're thinking, and we can't... It wouldn't work; even you know that, deep down."

I shook my head stubbornly and gripped his arm, "What if it could Emmett? What if this was it? We never tried anything like this..." A sudden thought struck me "Alice! Alice could see if it could work! And if it didn't, then well, nothing would change!"

I saw the change in his face, his eyes going from resistance to hesitant possibility. His eyes went back to the pretty baby in his arms and he smiled at it.

The nurse from the front desk came back, and interrupted our moment.

"If you could just sign here, and we'll take care of it," she said handing us a clipboard with a pen, and her arms were held out to take the pretty baby in his arms. I fought back a hiss.

"Um, actually," I took a deep breath before continuing, "would it be a possibility to adopt it?"

The nurse looked taken aback; she obviously wasn't expecting that as a question.

"Well, once we've check the baby over, we'd hand it over to social services, and you'd have to speak to them, but I could give you their number if you really are that interested..."

I knew what she saw. Emmett and I didn't look a day over 20 at the latest, and we wouldn't be expected to look after a baby full time.

I smiled at her, "Yes please," I said, taking the clipboard and pen from her hand, but she let Emmett keep the baby.

I filled out the questions, and signing my name on the bottom, as the nurse came back with a tired looking doctor. Emmett reluctantly handed over the baby to the doctor, who took it away without a word. Emmett stared longingly after him, which brought a tinge of victory on my part. I gave the nurse the clipboard and pen back.

She looked wary, but handed us a card with a number printed on it. "The baby will be checked over and will stay here for tonight, a social worker will come take it tomorrow at around 9, and you can stop by then or call the number on the card. The doctor came back with Emmett's crumpled coat, which he handed over to him and thanking him as he did so.

We thanked her again and walked out of the hospital. We travelled home in silence. We had bought a house just outside of the city, far enough from the main central area so we could hunt in nearby forests for deer and elk but close enough so it was just a short trip to Manhattan. We could see the lights of the distant city from the windows of the rooms upstairs.

We walked into our three storey luxury house and sat down on the leather recliners. Emmett put his arm around me, holding me close. He silently pulled out his phone, just as the phone started ringing. Alice. Perfect timing. He looked at me for a moment, and slightly nodded.

I pressed the answer button and put the phone to my ear, knowing Emmett could hear the conversation as clear as he could if it was pressed to his ear.

"So, what's the verdict Alice?" I asked her, knowing a full discussion had already taken place with our family.

"Well, I don't see a problem with it," she said. Emmett sighed in relief, but I knew at least someone would be pessimistic about it, I was just waiting for a 'but' or a 'however'.

"Not everyone's happy, are they?" I asked coldly, Emmett started stroking my hair, hoping it would calm me down before I went on a rampage.

I could almost feel Alice hesitating, "Edward and Jasper don't think it's a good idea, but I've looked at it from every direction, and I don't see a reason why you shouldn't do it."

"Thank you Alice," I murmured softly into the phone. I pressed the 'end call' button and gave the phone back to Emmett.

I sighed in relief and I laughed.

"What's so funny?" whispered Emmett, who was softly nibbling at my neck.

I looked at him and smiled, "we're going to have a baby," and I couldn't stop the smile from spreading all over my face.

What do you think? It's just a random idea I had, but Rosalie and Emmett adopt a baby! Please review and tell me what you think!