Chapter Eight: Just Wait

"Hey, Rose." Emmett walked into our room. "Are you ready?" I was clipping on a silver hoop earring when I heard his now always, loving voice. The clasp clicked shut and I responded, "Yeah, I'll be ready soon." My makeup was no way finished and my hair looked a mess. Pregnancy was really doing a job on me. I took all of the necessary cosmetics from my drawer and laid them before me. I planted myself at my vanity, and began applying mascara. I grabbed my ruby lipstick, next and pressed my lips together. Then, I combed through my wavy hair, not having the energy to straighten it.

"You do know we're going for an ultrasound, not a fashion show. And it's with Carlisle, not a real doctor," he explained.

"I know, I still like to look good," I replied, then yelled to Carlisle, "Are you ready for us?" Emmett was by my side as I got up from my chair and walked into the hall.

"Yes, please come in," welcomed Carlisle.

We entered the home office and took our seats, me on the cot and Emmett on a chair. I lifted up my shirt, as I did the day of my news and discovered something shocking. The entire surface of my stomach was bruised, violet. I gasped at the sight and Emmett looked worried. I hadn't noticed the coloring when I was changing this morning, but I did feel a lot of kicking when I was doing my makeup, I simply ignored it, thought it was worth treasuring.

"I guess he and or she is getting stronger." I grinned nervously. Emmett nodded as Carlisle examined me. He poked at my skin, which faded back to its usual pale color and then returned to bruises.

"I wonder if this is like a real bruise. I had never thought to look at samples of vampire blood. It has to exist, because here is clear proof. The baby is kicking and it's causing bruising, but Rosalie doesn't notice any pain because she is much stronger than the creature inside of her. Emmett, would you mind me taking a sample of blood from your vein."

"Sure, I guess you can. You don't want Rosie's blood," he asked, probably trying to get out of a small pinch. Carlisle shook his head.

"I don't want to harm the baby in any way," he answered. He took out a needle and syringe, and then poked the middle of Emmett's arm with it. This cause the needle to snap, and Carlisle took the excess needle out of my husband's vein. This was just great, I was waiting for one of the most important moments in my immortal life- to find out the gender of my child- and my father was playing scientist with my husband as his dummy.

"I'll have to find the needles that Edward used when he changed Bella." We shook our heads in agreement.

"Rosalie," Carlisle began. I perked up, ready to hear if I was going to have a baby boy or girl. I had already waited one and a half weeks to find out and I couldn't stand it any longer. "I won't be able to do the ultrasound today." I frowned at his sudden news. I had an urge to yell at him, beg that he did the ultrasound, but I didn't.

"W-why?" I stammered. He pointed to my bare stomach and I knew what he meant. I sighed; I would have to wait until the bruises cleared up, if they ever did. I rolled my shirt down and gripped Emmett's arm to get up. I thanked Carlisle and we walked out, down the steps, and into the living room.

Nessie was sitting with Jacob on the couch, talking about school. She smiled as we walked into the room, arms linked.

"Well, do I get a little girl cousin, or boy?" she asked, over-excited. I smiled sadly, and opened my mouth to answer her, but Emmett cut in.

"Twins!" he shouted. Me and Nessie both screamed, "What!?" He laughed and Jacob joined in. He shook his head as he chuckled.

"Nah, I'm just kidding," he admitted. This was typical Emmett, always joking. He had laid low on the pranks now that he knew about the baby. Nessie wiped the imaginary perspiration from her forehead. Jacob stood up to shake Emmett's hand.

"Congrats, dude. I didn't think it was possible, but I guess Blondie can make anything happen," Jake snickered.

"Yes, Mutt, I know. It was a miracle," I said this a little too sarcastically. He smirked at me and I mirrored him. That was our thing. Me and Jake went at each other, every chance we got and it wasn't going to change just because I was pregnant.