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I heard voices. There were two of them. I recognized one as Carlisle's and one I had never heard before.

"She's awake," the other voice said.

My eyes met his. It was Carlisle's dad. He sported the same look of compassion that Carlisle had.

Carlisle smiled at me. "Hey, Rosalie. How are you feeling?"

I swallowed and instantly regretted it. It hurt a lot and brought me to realize a pain in my throat. I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Not too good," I said.

He looked sympathetic. "Your sugery went great and you'll be out of here tomorrow morning. Do you feel up to having a visitor?"

"Okay," I whispered.

"I'll be right back." Carlisle left the room.

I was alone with Carlisle's dad.

"Hi, Rosalie. I'm Carlisle's father. You did very well, honey." He smiled a smile that I'd seen on Carlisle's face a lot.

"Thanks," I said quietly.

Carlisle's father, also Dr. Cullen, wiped a pice of my hair from my face. "Do you have an ear ache?"

"A little bit."

"That's normal. It should go away soon," Dr. Cullen explained.

Carlisle came back with Esme beside him. She grinned and came to the side of my bed.

"Oh, honey, I'm so glad that's over with! How do you feel?" she asked.

"I've been better," I said.

Esme laughed. "I've been worried. How was school?"

"Fine."

Esme carefully hugged me. "I'm so happy, Rose!"

I smiled a little bit. "Same here."

"Rosalie, I'm gonna take you to your room," Carlisle said. "First I have to take out the IV."

I hadn't realized that there was an IV in my hand until he said that.

"Where am I now?" I asked.

"The recovery room." While he said this, Carlisle took the needle out of my hand. There was a little bit of blood so I closed my eyes. I felt him quickly cover it with a gauze strip and put a piece of tape over it.

Abruprty, I felt the bed being moved so I opened my eyes. I looked up to see Carlisle smiling at me as he pushed the bed into the elevator. He pressed the button for the floor I had stayed on when I was first here. Esme and Dr. Cullen stepped onto the elevator, too.

We arrived at the correct floor and Carlisle brought me down the hallway. I recognized some of the nurses and doctors that I had come across when I had stayed here.

I laughed and looked up at Carlisle as he brought me into the same room from my previous stay. He smiled at my happiness.

I knew everything about this room, like wherever in the floor there are creaks, what angle is best to watch TV at to avoid a glare from the window, and a lot more. At least I'd be comfortable during the rest of my recovery at the hospital.

Esme didn't leave my side for the whole day. She talked to me about school. Then we talked about what we could do while I was recovering. I would stay at home for the rest of the week. That didn't include Tuesday, today, since it was the day of the operation and I had to stay here overnight. But tomorrow morning I could go home. But on Monday I'd have to go back to school.

Carlisle was taking Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off. That was my whole recovery time. He wanted to make sure I was okay.

After we ate dinner, Carlisle left and Esme said, "You know, when you called Carlisle 'Daddy' he was really happy about it. When Hayley talked to you about tonsillitis and we went in the hallway, he told me that you had called him 'Daddy.' He was so happy, Rosalie. Then after he spanked you called him 'Daddy.' He told me how much it hurt him to spank you. And after you went into recovery, Carlisle came out to talk to me. He told me that you called him 'Daddy' again. He was even happier. I know that your biological father was an as-I mean, jerk, but Carlisle loves you and is very happy you're our daughter. Me, too."

I beamed. "I love you, Mom."

Now she beamed in accomplishment. "I love you, too, Rosalie."

I fell asleep with a smile on my face.


The next morning, a nurse came in my room a couple minutes after I woke up. I remembered her as Brittany.

"Time to go home," she announced with a smile. "Before you leave, Carlisle wants to check to make sure nothing happened to your throat post-surgery. He should be here soon."

As soon as Brittany said that, Carlisle came in. He smiled as he sat next to me.

"This is gonna be really quick," he assured me. He took out a tongue depressor and a light. "Can you say 'ahh?'"

I did as he asked and opened my mouth. The exam took about five seconds. I could tell that the results were good.

"Alright, you're all set," he proclaimed. I sighed with a smile in relief.

While Carlisle wrote something down on my chart, Brittany asked, "Would you like me to get you a wheelchair or would you like Carlisle to carry you?"

I looked at Carlisle to make sure that it was okay if he carried me. I didn't want a wheelchair. I was sick of them.

He nodded and smiled in encouragement.

"Dad says he'll carry me," I said.

Carlisle noticeably became happier. He lifted me up after signing my chart.

I was still tired and I felt like I hadn't gotten enough sleep, so I rested my head against Carlisle's shoulder. He stroked my hair and I instantly felt safe in his arms.

"Daddy?" I asked.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can I sleep a little bit more when I get home?"

He chuckled. "Of course, Rose."

The elevator doors slid open. We walked out into the lobby where Esme, Hayley, Dr. Cullen, Dr. Snow, Dr. Gerandy, and three other people that I'd never seen before were standing.

I was introduced to the three other people and found out that they were Esme's parents and Carlisle's mom.

We said goodbye to Carlisle's parents, Esme's parents, Hayley, Dr. Gerandy, and Dr. Snow. Then we headed out into the parking lot.

The sun felt good. It was nice to not be cooped up in a hospital room.

Carlisle carefully placed me in the car. We were soon on the road.

"Honey, we were thinking about going on vacation for your recovery," Esme said. "How does L.A. sound?"

My eyes widened in excitement. "It sounds great!"

Carlisle and Esme laughed.

Esme helped me pack as soon as we got home. We packed a lot of sun screen. That was something we didn't need often here in Forks.

Before we left for the airport, Carlisle gave me something to help the pain in my throat. Then Esme and I sat and watched as he loaded the trunk of the car with our luggage.

"You know, you could help!" he yelled to us.

"But we also could not!" Esme yelled back.

I giggled. Carlisle looked at me and walked over.

"Oh, so you think it's funny that I have to do all the work?" he asked with a playful tone.

I tried to stop giggling. Carlisle lifted me into the air and I began to crack up. He tickled me a bit and brought me to the car.

I felt at ease in my new life.

I fell asleep on the way to the airport.

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