I still own nothing.

"What has you smiling so brightly this morning?" my younger sister Bella asks as I step into her bookstore that also happens to employ her husband Jasper, my husband Emmett, and myself.

"Just in a good mood," I feebly evade while hanging up my jacket and shaking the rain out of my hair, "It does happen from time to time, you know."

"Not to Rosalie McCarty," she snickers, pushing over my cup of Earl Grey as I near the counter, "My darling brother-in-law must have taken pity on the rest of us last night and gave it up to you."

"Whether my husband had sex with me or not has no bearing on this conversation, which is now over by the way," I flip my wet hair around and spray her face with water.

"Ooh, Emmett must have done a good job last night," Jasper chortles as I pass him by to put my lunch in the fridge, "I'll remind the customers to thank him later."

I flip him the bird over my shoulder and enter the small kitchenette at the back of the store. Sitting at the table is a hulk of a man, his dark hair pulled back to reveal the shaved part underneath. His blue eyes slowly make their way up my body, lingering in a few places. "Where have you been all my life?" he inquires in a reverent tone.

I lean down and kiss his pouty lips, "Dropping our son and niece off at school silly."

"You saw her again, didn't you?" Emmett prods, gripping his crutches and pulling himself to his feet.

It had been three months since I saw her dancing in the rain and have searched for her every rainy day since and because I tell my husband of twelve years everything, including my well hidden attraction to women, he's encouraged my pursuit of the yet unnamed water fairy.

"I think so," I confess, rubbing his damaged spine gingerly, "She was getting into her car when I pulled in."

"Maybe next time sweetheart," he surmises and gives me a kiss before shuffling passed, "I've got books to restock, hopefully they won't try and kill me this time."

"Amen to that." I chortle, then with a heavy sigh proclaiming my resignation, I follow him out to start my day.