She's here. In my house. Not Esme and Carlisle's house but the house that Esme made for us. She walked in, slamming the door, calling for Em. We were in the living room, slow dancing happily, when she saw us. She saw my vampireness, my artificial womb holding the twins and my ring. She leapt at me, thrashing and screaming, determined to kill me. Luckily Emmett saved me. She looked up at him.

"Emmett..." she breathed. She still likes him.

"What do you want, Rosalie?" he asked sternly.

"I have to talk to you, Emmett."

"I'm not speaking to you without Suzie."

"Fine. I have some questions for you."

"Shoot."

"Why did you change her? Or marry her? What is that on her stomach, an artificial womb? Is there a baby in there? Why does she have it? How could you do this to me, Emmett? We had a good stable relationsh-"

"GOOD STABLE RELATIONSHIP! Rosalie, you were demanding and controlling and breaking up with you was the best thing I did in my life, human and vampire!" Emmett exploded. Rosalie looked shocked, then angry. I instinctively pressed up to Emmett. He rested his hand on the artificial womb protectively. I was so proud of him; he was a father already.

"How can she even have children? Answer me that. How can she have your child when I never could?" I answered.

"Carlisle found a way for vampires to have biological children. Alice and Jasper have a son, Paul and Edward and his wife Elspeth have a daughter, Emma."

"And you?" she asked snootily.

"7 months."

"Good luck with the baby." As she turned to leave, she pushed me in the stomach and ran. Emmett caught me but the artificial womb rumbled. The babies were coming.