Emmett's POV
There I lay in bed with m beautiful wife, Rosalie. I looked down at her painted toes, up to long leg, her beautifully curvd torso, and all the way up to her gorgeous face with her waves of golden blonde hair. She giggled at my very naïve actions.
"I love you Emmett" she whispered.
"I love you too babe" I whispered back as I put my arms around her and kissed her cheek.
I didn't understand why people thought she was a bitch. I mean my Rose is one of the nicest people you will ever meet…once you get to know her. Well, she is a little rough around the edges, but she has good reason. Her past life sucked.
She always told me that I was the first person she shared her story with. I was not one to doubt. She told me her hopes and dreams and how they had only been ruined by the life of vampirism. I will always wish to make those dreams come true, even if they are unrealistic.
Rosalie talks to me. She tells me everything. She is my wife and she is defiantly not afraid to cry…or more dry sob…in front of me. My Rose is not scared of showing me her weak side or her kind side. So I think that's why it's so hard for me to portray her as a bitch. I just tell myself those people don't know her past they never will be Relating to Rosalie.