Emmett POV:
The next morning, I got up to find a sight I did not remember. Rosalie's bare body was snuggled into mine. I was tightly wrapped, and couldn't get out of bed. I was too scared of waking her. I slowly tried to climb out of bed, and luckily, she rolled over. She was rolling over too much and nearly fell out of bed, but luckily I caught her.
I stole back my pyjamas and hopped out of bed. Tiptoeing through the hallway, I noticed that the house was so silent. Usually Rosalie would be up and ready to start the day at eight-twenty, but this morning had changed. I creeped into the kitchen and started to boil the kettle. I put some toast in the toaster and pushed down the button. The toast went in and I saw a red, glowing object embracing it. The kettle made a a soft tick and told me it was ready to poor.
10 minutes later
"Thanks, darling." said Rosalie, brushing her beautiful, blonde hair out of her perfect face.
"My pleasure." I snuggled into bed with Rosalie and we ate breakfast. When Rosalie choked on her bacon, I got really scared. I slapped her on the back countless times. Now she was turning blue.
"Rosalie!" I screamed, holding her by the ankles, shaking her madly.
"ROSALIE!" she finally spat the bacon out and slumped on the floor. I bent down and cuddled her tightly.
"Baby, what happened?" I asked.
"Kaytlin." she murmured. She pelted into Kaytlin's room, only to find a not-surprising sight. The baby was tucked in to her blankets and was fast asleep.
"Rosalie, honey, she's fine!" I assured her. She looked up at me,metals swimming in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" I frowned.
"How?" she sobbed.
"How what?" I asked gently, putting an arm around her.
"How do we care for a baby?"