Three weeks later, Rosalie's point of view:
I squealed as I hit the end button on my phone. I had gotten a job, finally. It wasn't my ideal job, but good experience, and hoped it would help lead to a job in running a day care one day.
"What's going on?" Bella asked, sticking her head into the kitchen.
"I got that nanny job," I replied.
"The nice paying one?" she asked, and I nodded.
"Finally. Did they say when you'll start?"
"Monday," I replied. "I guess that way I'll get to know the babies and the dad before he goes back to work."
"What about the mother?" Bella's eyebrows furrowed.
"I talked to just his mom, the grandmother, when she set up the phone interview," I said. "She explained that his wife died shortly after their birth."
"How sad," Bella said softly, and I nodded.
"He didn't say much during the interview," I replied. "His mom asked most of the questions."
"I can't imagine what he's been through," Bella said. "Anyway, I think we should go out tonight, a girl's night out."
"Or we could stay in for a girls night instead," I argued back.
"I do have that bottle of wine," she said. "That way I won't have to put on a bra."
I laughed. "Anything to keep you comfortable, Bella."
The following Monday, I woke a littler earlier than I wanted without being able to get back to sleep. When I pulled myself out of bed, I stumbled toward the kitchen and made coffee. I looked out the window and into our dark yard, wrapping my hands around my warm cup. Butterflies filled my stomach as I thought about starting my new job. I needed this new start, after everything that happened over the last year, I needed it.
"Up early, I see," Bella muttered, coming into the kitchen, her hair in a messy bun.
"Yeah. I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep," I replied as she poured herself a cup of coffee and drank it in large gulps. "Go easy on the coffee."
"I'm so ready for finals to be over" Bella gowned. "I stayed up twill two last night writing my last paper."
"You're completely insane," I muttered. "This is why I haven't gone after my masters yet. How many weeks until summer school starts."
"Just a few," Bella said. "I can't help it if I want to graduate early."
"Crazy," I muttered.
"Barbie." Her brown eyes looked at me innocently over her coffee cup, but I didn't let that fool me.
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you in the morning."
Bella stuck her tongue out at me, making me laugh before I glanced at the clock.
"I'm going to shower so I can get there early," I said.
"I'm looking forward to hearing about it all tonight," Bella said.
"I'll make sure to tell you everything," I replied and grinned to myself.
Within the next hour, I showered, dressed, and drove myself to a large white house.
Whoever this is, I thought, they must have money.
The two story building towered over me as I approached the front door. A few moments later, the largest man I'd ever seen opened the door. He had a baby held to his chest and circles under his eyes. His blue eyes made me freeze; they were kind and I wanted to get to know him better. I nearly gasped with the amount of pain running through them. I wanted to wrap myself around him, to make him whole again.
"Rosalie?" he asked, and I nodded. "I'm Emmett, and this is Jordan." Emmett's big hand ran over the baby's back.
"Hello, Jordan," I cooed, moving around to look into his face. Blue eyes met mine. "Oh, what a cutie. He looks just like you."
"Thank you." My eyes met Emmett's, making me feel weightless. A piercing cry made Emmett look over his shoulder.
"That's Hannah," he muttered. "It's time to feed them. Will you take him?"
"Sure." I grinned as I took the baby.
"I'll be back." Emmett walked up the stairs as I walked further into the house, holding the baby and shut the door with my back.
"You're a precious dear," I told Jordan rocking him side to side. "I'm Rosalie. I'm looking forward to getting to know you and your sister. Are you feeling hungry, sucking on your fist?"
"He does that when he's starting to feel hungry." I looked up to see Emmett cradling a crying baby in his arms. "He'll start to cry soon. We can feed them and show you around after."
"Perfect," I replied, and walked quickly behind him and into a spacious kitchen with an island in the middle. It would be a wonderful place to cook. I sat on a bar stool while Emmett pulled out two bottles with formula from the refrigerator.
"Do you want me to hold her?" I asked as he put both bottles into their own warmers.
"I've got her," He turned and rocked the screaming baby in his arms. "I've learned to do things one handed over the last couple of weeks."
"And I'm sure I'll do the same," I replied.
Jordan started to make little crying noises before he started to cry loudly.
"Shh, Jordan," I said, trying to sooth him. "Daddy is getting your bottle."
I rocked him side to side, not taking my eyes away from his face.
"Here's his bottle." I looked up into Emmett's eyes, making my heart flutter. He was unnaturally close to me.
I quickly took the bottle and put it into Jordan's mouth. His crying stopped as he sucked on the bottle with force.
"That's better now, isn't it?" I asked. "It is, isn't it? Sorry for keeping you so long."
I smiled to myself as I looked up. Emmett looked at his daughter as she fed, but his eyes seemed dull.
Poor man, I thought, to be a single father to twins and to lose your wife at the same time.
"You mom said there was some house work that you'd need help with," I said, trying to start up a conversation.
"Yes, but just little things," he said. "A few baby things to take out of boxes and get set up, or some clothes to put away. We …" He cleared his throat. "We, uh, didn't get a chance to put them away yet. Sometimes I'd like to have you make us dinner. I want to be a family with my children."
"I understand," I said. "My mom used to have dinner with me every night before she passed away. I have wonderful memories of that."
He nodded. "That's what I want with my children."
"That's good to see. I know some men don't want that for their children," I said, shivering. "Anything else."
"Would you be able to help some at nights?" Emmett asked.
"I would be able to," I replied. "A few weekends too, if you give me some notice."
"Alright," he said. "They're having a doctor's check up tomorrow, if you can come with me and my mother. I'd like you there just in case they give me information that will impact their care."
"Of course, such dears." I smiled down at Jordan before looking back up at Emmett. "Are they healthy?"
"Healthy considering everything," he muttered and sighed. "But they're having weekly checkups since they were premature. They both a little bit of trouble breathing before they came home, so they want to make sure their lungs are developing on schedule."
I nodded. "Any other medical things I should know? Any kind of medication?"
"No. We have them on strict feeding schedule," Emmett explained. "Something that they started at the hospital. They are given preemie formula to help them grow."
"Alright," I replied. When I looked down, the last of the formula was drained quickly by the boy in my arms. "Are you finished, little one?" I set the bottle down and picked up the burping cloth on the counter. Turning the baby in my arms, I lay him so that I could burp him. I patted his back gently, and turning my nose, I took a deep breath. I loved the smell of new babies. It made my heart ache.
A loud burp in my ear made me laugh. "I'm guessing it was good, Jordan?" I asked him, moving him so he lay across my forearm again.
"He's the eater of the two," Emmett explained. "She's a little fussier, and we're hoping she'll put on weight, but we'll see how much weight she's put on tomorrow. We need to make sure she's drinking everything."
"Alright," I said. "I think he needs a change." I wrinkled my nose at the smell coming from his diaper.
"Oh, good. Someone else can have a turn changing him. He seems to think it's fair to give Dad here a poopy diaper anytime I'm alone."
I laughed. "Such a naughty boy," I said.
Warmth seemed to spread through his eyes for a moment. "He sure is. We set up a changing room down stairs, just this way."
I followed him down the hallway and into a small room. Two rocking chairs sat by a window while a changing table ran against the wall. Several pictures of the babies hung around the room. Emmett sat in one of the rocking chair, switching between burping and feeding Hannah while I changed Jordan. Once I finished, I sat in the second chair, holding Jordan. I marveled at the feeling as his eyes grew heavy and he yawned.
"Emmett?" a woman's voice rang out.
"In here, Mom," he replied.
A few moments later, a thin woman with rich, brown hair came into the room. She wore a kind smile and carried a large gift bag.
"Mrs. Ramirez dropped this off to me just this morning," she said taking two blankets out of the gift bag; they were beautiful. "They're knitted blankets, a blue and pink one. They're a little big, but they'll grow into them. Would you like me to put them in the laundry closet?"
"I don't see why not" Emmett said. "Mom, this is Rosalie."
"Oh, Rosalie." She gave me her warm smile. "I wasn't paying attention, I guess."
"Too little sleep, Mom?" Emmett asked with a teasing smile.
"Sush, you," she teased her son. "I'm Esme." I shook her hand. "And how are these precious children treating you?"
"They are doing well," I said, smiling at the sleeping Jordan. "He's already been fed, burped, and changed."
"Good, good. Emmett, did you get a chance to …" she broke of when he yawned. "Did you get any sleep?"
"A little when they last napped," Emmett replied.
"How about we watch the babies while you sleep," Esme insisted. "We'll wake you in case something happens, so I don't want you to argue. I don't want you to get sick or over done."
"I'm just so tired, I think I'll do that," Emmett said, handing Hannah off to Esme.
He walked out of the room, yawning as he went.
"Poor, tired son," Esme said, taking his seat. "Your daddy is very tired, Miss Hannah. And how are you today? Did you drink all of your bottle?" She eyed the empty bottle on the floor. "That's Grandma's big girl, drinking it all." Esme laughed as Hanna blinked up at her.
"She's adorable," I said. "And so is he."
"Yes, they are," Esme said with her warm smile. "Did Emmett show you around yet?"
"Not yet," I replied, "but he said we would after we fed them."
"We'll do that in a moment," Esme said. "How about we get to know each other? Hopefully, you'll be working with us for a long time."
"I hope so too," I said.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" she asked.
"No." I shook my head. "I just got out of a bad relationship, and I'd like to focus on work for a while."
"I had one of those relationship before I married my husband, Carlisle," Esme said. "He's a wonderful man. Do you live with anyone, your parents?"
"I never knew my dad, but my mom and I were close," I explained. "She passed away two years ago."
"I'm so sorry to hear that." Esme's warmth ebbed. "We're having a hard time here."
"I'm so sorry for that," I said. "It's hard losing the ones you love."
"Very much so," Esme whispered. "I don't mean to burden you with this …"
"It's alright," I said. "I hope to be close to the family, so I don't mind being here for you all during this time. I know how hard it must be for you all."
"I think we found the right person in you," Esme said. "We wanted someone that was caring, just like you."
"Thank you for telling me that." I smiled at her. "And I love working with children, babies especially."
"I'm sure you'll have your fill before the day is over." Esme laughed softly, and I did the same.
She's very caring and warm, I thought. Much like Mom was.
"Do you live on your own then?" Esme asked.
"I have a roommate, Bella," I replied. "I was an only child, so she's been like a sister to me."
"That's so nice to have relationships like that," Esme said, and I nodded in agreement. Esme looked down at Hanna and smiled. "She fell asleep, the precious dear."
"She's an angel," I whispered as I rocked Jordan in my arms.
"They both are, much like their mother was." Esme kissed Hannah's forehead. "As much as I enjoy getting to know you, we may as well get some work done with their rooms. We're still getting things unpacked."
"That's what Emmett mentioned earlier," I said.
"We have quite a few things that we just haven't gotten to yet." Esme stood and I did the same. "We have the basics, but we have some toys and swings that I think the babies will enjoy. Maybe they'll enjoy the swings during their next nap."
We placed the babies into their cribs in the room that they were to share until they were older Esme explained. We sat in the spare room and started to set up the spare swings. Over the next hour, Esme and I talked as if we knew each other for years. By the end of our work, we laughed at how long it took us. I smiled to myself as we picked up the wrapping of swings; it was sure to be a good friendship between Esme and me. Maybe she'd become the family I'd been missing for so long.
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