Ahh... Thanksgiving Break, the time we should all give thanks... FOR TWILIGHT! He he... Okay, here is the next chappy...

We'd returned home, though I wasn't happy about it. Emmett had carried me, his embrace comforting the dark hole of my thoughts.

We were laying on our large, sleigh bed. The frame was a rich mahogany. It matched Emmett's hair. The room itself, and the furnishings were varying fall colors. We had lamps, preferring the lamp light. One wall was a large bay window.

Emmett was holding me to his bare chest. I was absently stroking his chest, thinking. I'd curled up, totally touching him. He was stroking my hair, lovingly.

"Did you want... a baby, Emmett?" He looked at me, quizzically. "No more breakdowns." I said firmly.

Emmett looked at me, and then at the ceiling. "Ya... I do Rose." He said quietly.

I rolled off Emmett. Guilt was a hot iron in my stomach. "Why?"

Emmett was slow with his answer. He was judging my facial expression with watchful eyes. I reached out and slowly captured his hand. "Please?" I said quietly. My eyes were smoldering.

"Rose..." He spoke tranquilly, as if he was deciding. "Rose... I want a baby, but if its not ours... Rosalie, I don't just love you... I need you. You're my air and my life, Rose... You're beautiful." He pulled me back to him, laying me on him again. I felt... wrong.

I felt all wrong. The guilt was consuming me. He couldn't be happy, because of me. This was my fault. He was a... A... blood sucking beast, because of me...

"Rose! Rose. Don't." He warned me.

"Its okay." My voice sounded wrong. It sounded like I was being strangled by an invisible hand, Emmett could tell.

"Rosalie..." Why was this happening?

Why was the guilt so unbearable now? Why was I sobbing tearlessly, again? Why did I feel guilty now? Why not all those years ago?

"Don't cry... Please. Rosalie! Please... Don't cry..." Emmett grabbed my waist and made me look into his eyes.

The topaz was on fire with a want that was so visible.

"I did this!" I sobbed hysterically. I did this!

Emmett's mouth fell open. He was speechless.

"Damn! I did this! I hurt you..." I shook my head.

Emmett looked at me through those impossibly long lashes.

"You've never hurt me.." He whispered. His attempt was feeble... and I had an urge to point this out. "I did! How can you say that?" I whispered.

Emmett was out of the bed and cradling me faster than I could blink. "Rosalie Hale." He spoke my name lovingly. "I love you... And that is all that matters."

I wanted to speak, I wanted to do anything! The words. I felt as if I couldn't deserve those words...

"I love you... So... Don't do this to me." Emmett whimpered. His tone made me look up, and what I saw shocked me. His face was contorted in horror, and his lips were trembling. "Don't leave me Rosalie. Please."

He murmured.

My jaw dropped.

Emmett. Thought. I. Would. Leave. Him.

I rolled over, and crushed my lips to Emmett. Wanting, more than anything, to prove my love to him. He opened his mouth just as I did, but his lips were less eager.

I felt Emmett's hands travel to my waist, and then I couldn't stand it. I couldn't leave him! I wouldn't know how to live with myself.

I pulled Emmett's black sweater over his head, listening for a ripping noise. This was Emmett's favorite sweater. Emmett's hands were so sure... He stroked my back with his free hand as he assaulted my breasts with his lips, I moaned.

His lips made me forget the world. Forget what I was. They made me focus on the here, and now. I was Rosalie, and I was making love to Emmett. I loved him, more than life itself.

I ripped off his boxers. "Rosalie Hale!" He whispered mock furiously from my neck. "I liked those... So I was wondering..." Emmett trailed off suggestively.

"What?" I panted. Next thing I knew, and I could feel Emmett's mouth on my waist. Kissing and licking and sucking. I arched my back, forcing him to touch me.

"Did you like these?" He held up my black thong from in his teeth.

I smiled coyly. "I have another pair..." I whispered. "But..." I trailed my cherry lips down his rock hard chest. "Did you like them? " I made my topaz eyes large, and sincere.

Emmett shivered and nodded very fast. "Yes..." He flipped us back over, and whispered two words against my lips. "I do."

I shuddered, delightfully.

Emmett entered me slowly, driving me mad with want. "Emmett-" I was cut off by his lips.

We rocked together. The world small, and insignificant compared to us. I held on to him for dear life, for eternal life. I loved him...

"Ah... Rose!" Emmett shouted my name, earning a purr from me.

As he got off me, I curled up on his chest, listening to his breathing... Wishing I could hear a heart beat. We laid together for along time, and then I had an idea.

I turned to look at him, my goofy smile giving me up. I leaned up to his ear. Kissing his neck, then murmuring so the family wouldn't hear. "I love it..." I breathed in his scent, "when I can feel your chest flex under me... I feel safe." I finished. Emmett's face betrayed his shock, but he smiled and played along.

He pinned me to the bed, bending to place his lips right under my ear. "I love it," He whispered. "when you give me this goofy, half smile." He showed me the smile.

I bent up and kissed his lips. "I love that."

Emmett touched my cheek, and lovingly kissed my neck. "I love this."

I grabbed his hair, running my hands through it and looking into his eyes. "I love... You." I murmured against his chest. Emmett exhaled sharply. His chest flexed. I couldn't stop myself, I laughed. It was carefree and felt very right. Emmett laughed with me... For a minute, I felt alright...

"I love you too..." Emmett still looked troubled.

"Tell me." I demanded.

His words were fast, and very near incomprehensible, but the main thing was I heard them. "You can't leave me Rosalie! I love you, and I want to work this out. I'll help... I promise."

I turned to him, not expecting to feel so cold... Not wanting to shut him out, but caring for my sanity. I wasn't gonna leave! I loved Emmett. End of story. I may not get a happy ending, but Emmett was better. "I'm not leaving you." I whispered. "I...I can't." I admitted sheepishly.

Emmett crushed me to his chest. "I'm glad." He kissed my head.

I looked at Emmett's now relaxed face, and realized with a start, it was as if we were starting over. Volterra had been a new start... Maybe Emmett was right...

Hell wasn't so bad, if you got to keep an angel with you.

I'm not gonna update this one very often.. I love this fic, but I don't know if you guys do...