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This chapter starts when was walking to the parking lot after Alice called her. If you didn't understand in the last chapter, a vampire killed Rosalie's parents, and Esme and Emmett stopped the vampire before they could kill Rosalie. The Cullens know this, but they can't tell the police, so the humans will never find out what really happened.
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Esme's POV: I didn't want to run out the parking lot because then all I would hear behind me would be, "Why is Carlisle's wife running out of the hospital?" And then all the nurses in the hospital would know about it in five minutes, just like they always know about everything that I ever do. But I had more important things to worry about than their gossip, like what was happening with Alice. What could've possibly happened that she couldn't tell me over the phone?
"Mom!" I turned around to see Alice running towards me, slightly faster than the normal human could run.
"Alice, slow down!" I whispered.
"You will not believe what I just had a vision of!" She slowed down a bit and lowered her voice when she noticed how much attention she was attracting.
"What was it, honey?" I calmed down when I realized that it was something good.
"We're gonna adopt Rosalie, and then Emmett and her are gonna fall in love!" she said it in a quiet voice, but people were still staring because she was bouncing like a little child.
"You're kidding," but I knew she wasn't. Even Emmett was able to realize that he had feelings for her, he just didn't understand what it was that he was feeling. But it made so much sense now. He was in love with her!
"Won't that be weird if they're siblings right now and then they fall in love? And what about how right now they have an age difference?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. She's gonna feel like we're her family, and call you "mom" and call Carlisle "dad", but for now Emmett's gonna be her best friend. And I don't think it's gonna matter that they have an age difference now, but Emmett is going to be confused about why he's attracted to her when she's almost his age. But they'll figure out that they're in love eventually, and it's gonna be great!" She let out a small squeal, "Mom? Hellooo? You still there?" I blinked a few times when she waved her hand in front of my face.
"I'm going to be her mother?" I never thought I would get a second chance to have a baby. After I was turned into a vampire I never really wanted to adopt because I didn't want to replace my son. Bringing Emmett to Carlisle was different because he was older, and if I had left him in the woods he would've died. But I don't think adopting Rosalie would be replacing my baby. I was just having another child. And unlike Emmett and my other kids, I'll actually be able to raise her. Carlisle and I are going to watch her grow up—and know that she's going to end up with a worthy man. That was something I could never have with my vampire children. I could never watch them grow up.
"Alice," I said when I realized something terrible, "she's going to realize we're not human."
"Mom, she's going to be scared. When Bella met Edward she was old enough to understand that you can't judge someone based on what you saw in the Dracula movie. Rosalie is going to be scared, and we're going to have to give her time. But everything's going to be okay." She wrapped her small arms around me. "Emmett isn't going to be so alone anymore. Our family is going to be complete."
I smiled at the thought of that. My son was going to be happy, and I was going to have a daughter. What more could I ask for?
Alice's POV: I wasn't lying to my mother. I just wasn't telling her the whole truth. But if she knew how badly Rosalie would react when she found out that we were vampires it would only upset her. And I was telling the truth when I said that everything would work out. But there were more important things to worry about. Like how my brother was about to consider leaving us.
"Come on!" I took her by the hand and pulled her to the hospital and then to Rosalie's room. She tried to make me slow down—she always hated it when the nurses stared at her—but I couldn't care less about what they thought. I needed to get Emmett to calm down, and more importantly meet my new sister!
I froze when I got another vision. "Alice, what is it?" Esme asked.
"We need to get Olive!" I pulled her to Carlisle's office, which we had just passed.
There was nobody around so I used my vampire speed to pull a bobby pin out of my purse and pick the lock before Esme even had the chance to ask me who Olive was.
The bag was on Carlisle's desk; Emmett and him probably forgot to bring it with them. "Hi, I'm Olive," I pulled the pig out of the bag and talked in a high-pitched voice. Then I pressed the pig's face to Esme's cheek like it was giving her a kiss. We both laughed. "Why don't you give it to her?" Esme nodded, knowing that Rosalie would be happy to see her new toy.
I took her by the hand again and led her to Rosalie's room. "Sweetie, you do realize that we're running through a hospital holding a toy pig, right?" she asked.
"Mom, quit worrying about what all the nurses keep saying about you," quite a few of them were staring, "soon they'll all be talking about how nice you are for giving a little girl a home." She laughed at the thought of them saying anything nice about her.
I opened the door to Rosalie's room without knocking. Emmett had just promised that he would protect Rosalie. "That won't be necessary, Emmett," I said, knowing that he was thinking about leaving us if we didn't want Rosalie.
"Hi, Rosalie. I'm Alice," I knelt down next to where Carlisle was sitting and talked in a soft voice, "You're gonna come and stay with us for a while, while the police try to contact your parents. I can already tell you're gonna love it!"
"Alice, what are you doing?" Carlisle hissed.
"I'll explain everything every thing later," Esme said.
"This is going to be great! Do you like to shop?" I asked, already knowing that she did.
"I love shopping. My Mommy and I shop together all the time. You can call me Rose."
"Well, Rose, guess what? You're going to have another sister too. Her name is Bella, and she hates shopping, but we're gonna change that, right?" she nodded her head enthusiastically, "And two brothers named Jasper and Edward, oh, and this is Esme," I said when I realized that she didn't know her name, "she's my mom, you probably remember her, right?" Rose nodded.
"Hey, what about me?" Emmett joked.
"You're not my brother. You're by bestest friend!" Rose said, and Emmett beamed while Esme and I giggled because we were thinking about what would happen between them when they were older.
"What's so funny?" he asked, but we just shrugged our shoulders.
"Um…I'm going to go check her x-rays," a very confused Carlisle said.
"I'll come with you," Esme said, so that she could tell him about my vision without Emmett hearing. I had already told Jasper (who told Edward and Bella), so now we would all know. Well, all except for Emmett and Rose, but that was going to stay that way for a while.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Esme turned around and showed Rose her stuffed pig.
"Olive!" Rose exclaimed. It was amazing how a stuffed pig could make a child so happy.
She pressed the pig's face to Rose's cheek, just as I had in Carlisle's office, and then tucked Rose's hair behind her ear.
"We'll be right back, sweetheart," Esme said and kissed her new daughter's cheek.
Emmett's POV: I could not believe this. Rosalie was going to come home with us. Not that I minded at all. But why did she not think of me as a brother? I didn't really think of her as a sister either. I guess I liked the title "best friend". It sort of fit.
"Emmy, why are you so quiet?"
"Emmy?" Alice and I both asked.
"Can I call you Emmy?" she asked in a low voice, thinking she was in trouble.
I sighed, "Yeah, you can." How could I deny her anything? Even if Edward and Jasper would hear her calling me that and never let me forget it. "As long as I can all you Rosie-Posie," I added with a laugh.
"Okay!" she nodded, not minding her new nickname at all.
"Speaking of names, why did you name your pig Olive?" I asked. You'd expect a five-year-old to name a stuffed pig "Oinkers" or "piggy".
"Because my grandma told me that I shouldn't be playing with pigs because poor kids play with pigs, but Mommy told me that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, and there's nothing wrong with not having as much money as us. Mommy likes olives a lot, so I named her Olive." It seemed like a good reason. The Hale family was the richest in town—except us—so it was good that her mom didn't care what people thought about her.
"Do you think they're gonna find my parents?" she asked softly, not even able to look us in the eyes.
I gave Alice a panicked look. Just like always, she didn't even look worried. "I don't know, honey. But no matter what happens we're going to protect you, just like Emmett said." How was she so prepared with the perfect answer? Oh, right, she was a psychic.
"How did you know that Emmett said that to me?" Oh, lord, why did she have to be so smart?
"Esme and I were right outside your door when he said that, and it's easy to hear what people are saying from outside." Like I said, always prepared.
"Oh," she said. She was smart, but gullible. Which was good in a situation like ours. "And you'll take care of Olive too, right?" it was incredible how much she loved her toy before she had even cut off the tag from it's ear.
"Of course," I replied and patted Olive's head.
"I love you, Emmy," Rose said in her high-pitched voice.
"I love you too Rosie," I replied and kissed her forehead, which made her giggle.
"What about me?" Alice asked, feigning hurt.
"I love you too!" she squealed, "And your spiky hair!" Alice leaned down so that Rose could touch her hair.
"What on Earth are you doing?" we heard Mom say in a playful tone. We hadn't even noticed that Carlisle and her had come back.
"Playing!" Rose said, and we laughed with her.
Carlisle came and sat down next to Alice with a serious look on his face. "Rose." He said and took her hand, "Sweetie, I looked at your x-rays and your leg is broken." A horrified look crossed her face. We were all comforting her in an instant. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'm going to wrap it up in a cast, and then bring you to our house. Okay?"
She looked up at me with fear in her eyes. "Stay with me," she begged.
"I will, sweetie," I promised.
"Alice, honey, why don't you go shop for the things Rosalie needs and get a room set up for her while I do the paperwork to bring her home."
"Okay!" We sighed, knowing that she would go overboard, but she was Alice, and there was no stopping her when she was in shopping mode. Esme walked out of the room, and Alice followed, kind of walking and kind of jumping like a pixie.
"Rose, we're going to bring you to another room to put your cast on, okay?" she nodded, still scared.
I helped her get into the wheelchair that Carlisle had brought with him. "I'm gonna be with you the whole time," I assured her.
"Pinkie swear?" No one had ever asked me to pinkie swear on anything, but I guess that made sense because I don't spend much time with five-year-olds.
"I pinkie swear." We hooked pinkies, and then I started pushing her wheelchair. I followed Carlisle to the other side of the hallway, where there was a room especially for putting casts on.
"I'm going to put you on the bed, okay?" She nodded her head silently, so I lifted her up onto the bed.
"This won't hurt, sweetie. By the time we're done, Esme will have probably finished the paper work."
She nodded, but it was obvious that she was still scared.
"Just shut your eyes, you'll be okay," I assured her, and they wrapped my arms around her from behind. She held onto my arms with hers, and we stayed in this position the whole time that Carlisle was putting on her cast.
"Emmy," Carlisle looked up with a smirk on his face, and I glared at him, "this hurts."
"I know, sweetheart, it'll be over before you know it. And I'll get you some ice cream after. How about that?" Why did I get so worried about her so quickly?
"Okay," she whispered and held me tighter.
I didn't know why, but Carlisle got this weird look on his face. Like he was happy and excited, but also waiting for something. Now that I think of it, it's the same look that Esme had on her face when she came back with Alice…
'Emmy?" I looked down when I heard her small voice, "Can I have chocolate ice cream?"
"Of course," I smiled down at her. It had been so long since I had spent time with children. I had actually forgotten how sweet and innocent they could be. I hung out with the wrong people when I was a human, but I remember having a soft spot for children. I used to love babysitting my neighbor's children. Other parents said they were crazy for trusting me with their kids, but they knew that I wasn't as bad as I seemed. But how I felt about Rosalie was different from how I felt about my neighbors. My human memories are fuzzy, but I remember how I felt about them. I wanted to protect them and make them happy, but my feelings for Rosalie were stronger. Maybe Carlisle was right. Maybe I just cared about her because I knew what happened to her parents. I know that she's not going to find out what happened to them, and that's making me worry about her and want to protect her. That's why Carlisle and Esme were okay with taking her home with us. We all wanted to protect her. I was just over thinking it. If this had happened to any other child, I would feel the same about them as I do about Rosalie. I'm just over thinking it.
"Emmy? What's wrong?" I realized that as I was trying to figure things out I didn't do a great job of concealing my emotions. Carlisle had a worried look on his face (mixed with the strange happy/excited/waiting look from before).
"Nothing, honey, I was just thinking about something," I assured her and gave Carlisle a smile so he knew I was fine.
"Okay, sweetie, you're all done now," Carlisle said in a gentle voice.
"Can we put you back in the wheelchair?" I asked.
"Am I gonna have to sit in the wheelchair for a long time? I really don't like it."
I looked up at Carlisle. Her knee wasn't going to get better for at least a month which probably wasn't going to be good if she hated the wheelchair.
"How about you sit in the wheelchair until we get you to our house? You're probably tired," she nodded her head, "so after you take a nap we'll teach you how to use crutches."
"Okay!" I loved how everything made her happy. She lifted her arms so that I could pick her up and get her into the wheelchair.
"Let's go see if Esme is finished with the paperwork," Carlisle said, and I followed him with Rose.
Carlisle's POV: I still couldn't believe it. One minute Emmett and Esme had brought the girl to the hospital, and then I found out that we're adopting her and she's going to marry Emmett, and now I'm about to bring her home. I mean, I'm happy for Emmett, but I was still kind of in shock.
"Hi, mom!" Rose and I jumped when we heard Emmett's booming voice (me because I was deep in thought and Rose because she wasn't used to how loud Emmett is sometimes).
"Emmett, will you please keep your voice down. People are staring. And I filled out the paperwork, we're all set to bring her home for the weekend. Are you ready, sweetie?" she bent her knees a bit to talk to Rosalie.
"Yeah!" she replied, very excited.
"Oh my God. Carlisle and his wife are bringing home Rosalie Hale." We pretended we didn't hear the nurse's whispering because they were standing on the other side of the room and thought we couldn't hear them.
I put my arm around Esme—who really didn't like the nurses talking about her— and we followed Emmett and Rose to the parking lot. While Esme started the car, Emmett and I helped Rose into the backseat.
"You comfy, sweetie?" I asked, and she nodded. I didn't have to look at Esme's face to know that she was smiling. I liked Rose already, and I guess she's going to be my new daughter. Okay, the thought of that is still shocking, but I'm happy too.
I went over to the passenger side of the car, and Emmett sat with Rose. "You're gonna love our family," he informed her, and she nodded enthusiastically.
"You're gonna love your new family," I whispered, only for Emmett and Esme to hear. She was getting a new family, but she was never going to see her old family again. She was going to fall in love, but Emmett was a vampire. This is going to be interesting.
A/N: In case you didn't get what Alice was talking about, she told Esme that Rosalie will take some time to get used to the thought of the Cullens being vampires, but it'll all work out. She didn't tell Esme about how bad it would be because she didn't want to make her worry about it yet, but Rosalie will be very scared.
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