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Rosalie POV:

I stared moodily out the window. It was impossible. It couldn't be true.

A week had passed since the girl had shown up at our doorstep after Alice's hunting misadventure, passing out in our backyard. She still hadn't woken up. Carlisle was getting a bit concerned, but there really wasn't anything he could do as he didn't know what different drugs would do to her system and he didn't want to risk hurting her further.

I had endured seven whole days of my entire world being thrown upside down. Who was I kidding? Of course it was true. I had seen the look on Edward's face. I had seen the similarities between her and Alice and Jasper.

She was their daughter.

They were the luckiest people in the world, and I was stuck on the sidelines, bitterly wishing for what I'd formerly thought could never be.

All I had ever wanted was a husband who loved me and a child. Just one. One that I could love and I could nurture. One who would look to me for advice and let me do her hair or let me teach him how to act around girls. I wasn't picky. Any child would do; I would love anyone I was blessed enough to get.

To be fair, I was much luckier than I deserved; I got half my dream.

Emmett. A small smile flitted its way across my face. He could always make me smile no matter what I was feeling like. Even when I didn't know what I was feeling like.

He was my prince, my knight in shining armor, valiantly fighting off the demons that haunted me and keeping me safe from the world and my bad memories. He kept me on my toes, always surprising me. But good surprises. Surprises that showed me how much he loved me just as much as I loved him. I sighed, sitting on our bed and pulling my legs up, resting my head on my knees.

No matter how much Emmett filled that gaping hole I could feel tearing through my heart, I still wanted a child.

I knew it was selfish. Heaven knows Edward told me enough. I couldn't provide a normal, happy home for any child to grow up in, and I wasn't even sure I would make a good mother. I was vain, proud, and acted like a witch. I was still bitter from what Royce and his friends had done to me so long ago. A better person would have probably found it in themselves to forgive them by now; I didn't care. I couldn't let that go. What child could look up to me?

I accidentally let out a sob.

Crap. Now everyone would now about my pain. Jasper, I knew, was too busy with Alice to notice me, and I'd wanted it to stay that way.

Alice. I shook my head. When she'd gotten back, she hadn't let anyone but me touch her, and even then only for long enough to get her to her room. Jasper had been going crazy with worry; he sat outside of their room staring at the closed door for the entire four days she had been in there. Eventually, I'd decided that enough was enough. This morning I'd stormed in there to talk whether she wanted to or not, banishing Jasper to go hunt.

That seemed to do the trick. She'd freaked out at the thought of Jasper being away from her and refused to let him leave. I couldn't blame her, seeing what had happened on her last hunting trip, so I'd given her an ultimatum: talk about it to me or talk about it to him. Either way, she was going to talk.

She'd chosen him (obviously, he was, after all, the love of her life), and I'd let it be, retreating to my room to give them some privacy.

Which left me alone with way to much space in my brain to think about things that I would rather not think about. Such as my lack of children.

A shift in the shadows, electricity in the air; I didn't even have to look up to know that Emmett had entered the room. A half smile ghosted across my face. Of course he had come to look for me. Of course he wanted to make sure I was alright. Of course he knew that I was hurting.

Neither of us said a word for a long, drawn-out minute. He seemed to be studying me. I wouldn't know for sure; I kept my eyes on my knees.

Finally, he sighed and some of the tension in the room dissipated. I felt him crawl up on the bed next to me, pulling my arms gently from where they were locked together around my legs. Reluctantly, I raised my head to meet his loving eyes. I couldn't help it; I broke down into tears. Well, I would have if I could cry. As it was, I made do with dry sobs that wracked my frame.

"Oh, Rose..." he pulled me close, wrapping me in his comforting embrace. "I wish you wouldn't try to hide it from me when you're in pain." His voice was pained; he didn't like it when I was upset.

"How did you know?"

"After almost eight decades of marriage? Lucky guess."

I smiled a little at that, wrapping my arms around my husband and pulling him closer to me.

"There's that pretty smile that I love so much. Cheer up, babe. It'll be alright."

"Alright? Emmett, my sister, my best friend in the world, has a teenage daughter. Don't you know what a miracle that is? Don't you know how much I wish it had been mine instead of hers?" My voice trailed off miserably. "Isn't that horrible? My best friend is a mother. I should be celebrating with her, squealing with delight and planning a shopping trip, being there for her when she doesn't think she'll be able to do it. And instead, I'm wishing, more than anything, that it hadn't happened to her. That I could have had this miracle instead. Aren't I a terrible person?"

"No, Rose. If you acted on that, it would be terrible. If you shunned her because of her good fortune, it wouldn't be very nice, but I'd understand. Frankly, I wouldn't blame you if you did; I know how much you want this Rose, and I'm sorry I don't know how to give it to you..." His voice cracked a little bit, surprising me. I reached up to cradle his face between my hands. I didn't like it when he was upset either.

"But I know you." he informed me determinedly. "I know how strong you are, how loyal. You'd do anything for Alice, and we both know that. That includes being happy for her, even when your heart is breaking."

I snuggled closer to him, relief lifting just the tiniest bit of guilt off of my shoulders. I wasn't a terrible person. Well, I probably was, but not in that way at least; I would not abandon my sister when she needed me, just because I was upset. My husband was wiser than most people gave him credit for. I told him so.

He laughed gently. "Yeah, I know. Pretty good for a small town hick, huh?" He winked at me and I smiled. "Anyway, I already told you. It'll turn out alright."

The small smile adorning my face disappeared. "I don't see how."

"Well, it's possible, isn't it? Alice and Jasper managed to have a kid. I don't see anything different between them and us; we're all vampires. All we've got to do is figure out how they did it."

I froze in his arms.

"You-you mean...you think...it...might...be possible?" The sentence came out hesitantly, my brain stuttering over the newfound hope that I tried to smother. We don't know if it is. I scolded my emotions. It might not be. Don't get your hopes up.

But what if it is possible?

The small voice in the back of my head refused to be repressed.

"I don't see why not. It might take a while, sure, but I'm positive we can figure it out if we put our minds to it."

I nodded slowly. I didn't want to hope. Hope was dangerous. Hope got your heart broken. But...

I had hoped for Emmett, hadn't I? All those years ago, I had hoped that he would survive, that we would work out alright. And now look where we were?

Was it possible that I wasn't doomed to forever wish for the impossible?

Was it possible that I might actually find full happiness?

"Thank you Emmett." I whispered. He took this as a cue to stop talking and just hold me close. Smart man.

I allowed my husband's embrace to soothe away my worries as I mulled over this new idea.

And, ever so slowly, I felt the hope start to grow.

A/N: So, I wasn't planning for this chapter to happen, but I couldn't keep it out, because I felt that Rosalie needed to have her say. After all, she wouldn't be able to just calmly and cheerfully accept this, there would definitely be some angst. I'm not sure how I did with her, you'll have to let me know.

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