Chapter 2;
Emmett pov;
I rolled over to see my beautiful wife asleep and my son in the middle of us. I smiled.
Noah was our little miracle. Rose had had 9 miscarriages before she got pregnant with him. About 2 months after she had him, she had another miscarriage.
Everytime she'd lock herself in our room, and cry. I couldn't do anything to help her. I tried, but it didn't work.
I sat up and grabbed my cell phone to take a picture. Rose was laying on her stomach, and Noah was curled up into a little ball by her. I quickly got the picture and set it as my home screen.
I remember when Noah was born. Rosalie was in pain for 4 hours. But at 5:56 am, my son was born.
I was happy. We had finally had a baby boy after many miscarriages. I let Rose pick his name, as she had been though hell and back. She picked Noah Emmett McCarthy.
3 hours later;
I was letting Noah help me cook breakfast for Rose while she slept. We had absolutely nothing to do today. So we just planned to swim in our pool with Noah.
"Pour the flour in the pan, Noah.", I instructed.
He lifted up the bag of flour. I held the top for him. Just as I looked up at the clock, he poured it on the floor.
"Noah!", I tried not to laugh as he giggled and tried to get down.
I put him on the floor and ended up laughing as he giggled.
"Snow! Snow!", he yelled as he threw it in the air. Just as he yelled that Rose walked into the living room.
"It's not snowing?", she said as she looked out the window.
"I'll clean it up. Noah probably will need a bath before we swim.", I said as she walked into the kitchen and gasped.
"What happened?", she asked. She was still in my basketball shorts, and football jersey from the night before. "Also, where'd you get your background on your phone from?", she smirked.
"We were making breakfast, and then he dropped it. And I took the picture this morning. It's cute.", I answered.
"oh.", she replied. "I'll just call a maid. Or Alice. She likes to clean. Plus they could bring Phillip over to play with Noah."
Alice is my sister. She is 5 years younger than me and is married and has a 4 year old son.
She got married right of high school, got pregnant 5 years later, and then there was me. I didn't marry Rose until I was 29. Rosalie was 21.
"You can call Alice and Jasper. I'll go bathe Noah. Or we could switch?", I offered.
"I'll call Alice, I need to talk to her anyways.", now I got curious. It was more than likely girl talk, but what would Rosalie hide from me? She had told me about every pregnancy, appointment, where she was going, how much money she spent, what she bought, and every miscarriage. She didn't hide one thing from me.
I walked with Noah to his room to get his stuff.
"Bubble!", Noah clapped.
"Yeah.", I answered, a bit depressed about what Rose had said.
I grabbed his swim shorts, and a diaper, then walked to the bathroom.
That night I decided to ask Rose what she needed to talk to Alice about.
Author's Note;
So this chapter probably sucked. Sorry. I'll try to do better on the upcoming chapters. But review, and tell me what I could better, and any ideas you might have. Oh, and I'll probably switch point of views a lot. Should I do Noahs?