((Disclaimer: I do not own Rosalie, Emmett, or any of the other Twilight characters. They are all property of Stephenie Meyer.))
Rosalie glared bitterly at Bella and Edward as they left the house together. How could anyone be so willing to give up their humanity? For all her beauty and immortality, Rosalie wished that she had never been turned. All that she had want was a baby, a living being that she had created. But, now, with this God damned, 'perfect,' sterile body, that wish would never come true.
The blond vampire walked away from the rain-streaked window. Settling herself on the living-room couch, she tried to push melancholy thoughts from her brain. It did nothing to think about what could never happen. Except of course make her angry and sad. To help distract her mind she made a short trip to a bookshelf. Grabbing a leather bound volume, she headed back.
Sitting back down, Rosalie looked down at the book. The cover proclaimed the title in large, gold letters: 'Jane Eyre.' She gave a sigh of relief. The tall woman was sure that the romance would be incapable of making her feel worse. After all, she had already found love in her sweet and wonderful Emmett. There was no way that a romance could make her unhappy.
Opening the book, she flipped through the pages, reading sentences and paragraphs at random. Her butterscotch eyes widened in horror as she read a paragraph at the end of the novel. The character, Jane, had a baby! How dare the book taunt her that way? To shove the main character's sweet humanity down her throat. To make her, who seemed to be the only one who wished to be human, feel so piteously sorry for herself. How dare it?
She tossed the book to the opposite side of the couch, and stormed out of the room. Gliding from room to room, she searched for someone to talk to. Talking about something, anything, would make her feel better. To her sever disappointment, she could not find a single member of their coven. Carlisle, obviously, was caring for his patients at the hospital. However, this did not account for anyone else. She bit her lip, upset that no one would bother asking her if she wanted to do something.
Abandoning her search, the lovely, but self-pitying vampire sulked into the garage. Sitting down in the drivers seat of her crimson BMW convertible, she wished that there was something wrong with it, so that she would be able to repair it. But of course there wasn't, so she instead, sat there feeling sad for herself.
She must've been sitting there a long time, because she was still there when the garage opened, revealing a dark night. Emmett backed his jeep in, beside the convertible, and he and Jasper got out of the car. For a second, Rosalie thought that they hadn't seen her, but then Emmett whispered something to Jasper, and the latter left for the house.
The short moment of happiness that Jasper's ability had brought, faded quickly and she was soon just as sad as she was before. Dark-haired, muscular Emmett opened the passenger door and slid in beside her. He wrapped a strong arm around her and gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze.
"What's the matter?" he asked, concerned.
Rosalie shrugged as if she weren't going to speak, but the words escaped her lips, regardless. "Bella doesn't know what she has. She doesn't even care that she's going to ruin everything she has now."
"Is that all?" he asked, sounding shocked that she would get herself so worked up about the human girl's desires.
"No. I wish that I had what she had. I wish that I could still do the things that humans can do." She turned sad eyes to him. "I wish I could have a baby."
Emmett kissed her cheek gently. "I'm sorry," he said.
A small smile lit her face when he kissed her. Not everything about being a vampire was bad. Even though her wish would never come true, she would always have her Emmett.