I do not claim ownership of the Twilight Saga.

Before I said the chapters would be short and some will be long, I have no idea how many chapters it will be in the end. This is my very first attempt at writing.

Chapter 9

Emmett

I wake with a start, disorientated, the pale green walls, magnifying the feeling of unease, a small wave of panic rising in me, small hands touching my face, brings me back to focus,

" Daddy where is mama? , Charlotte, Char my baby girl, a calm rolls thru me, this is no longer my home, I am only visiting, trying to see if I can mend the riff for my daughter's sake. Family is important. I having been telling myself this since the day Char was born. This is what I believed, this is what I wanted for Char and Rosalie, but the last few days here is a reality check and I realize this more about me tying to find love and acceptance from my own family.

"I don't know pumpkin", I say, "Let's go find her"

"She is in the barroom" Char pipes up.

"Why don't you stay here while I go check on her", she shakes her head, her blond curls bouncing with each shake of her head. The color of her hair is the same as Rose's. Rose's hair is a rich, bright blond, that shines like spun gold. The difference is Rose's hair is straight and cascades down her back, long and sleek, while Char's is curly, the curls are all mine.

"I will be right back, I need to help mommy and I need you to keep Bunny safe", I say as I pass her the yellow stuffed bunny rabbit. The "Bunny" has sure seen better days, it was Charlie's first, he had given it her. We were all surprised as he and "Bunny" were never apart.

She looks at me and nods her head, holding on to Bunny.

I know Rose is fighting morning sickness, she was never sick a day when she was pregnant with Char, but this time around she is making up for it, it will pass, she just needs a few slow hours in the morning and then she is good for the rest of the day.

I knock softly on the door, "Rosie, it's me Emmett, let me in"

The door opens, I slip in, she looks pale and I can smell the puke, I place my hand on her waist and pull her to me as sit on the edge of the tub, folding her in my arms while trying not to jostle her too much. I pull off my tee shirt and turn on the lower shower faucet, wetting my tee shirt. I begin wiping her face and neck. She sighs, "That feels good, your tee shirt?" she half chuckles, smacking my chest.

"Hey, it smells like me, you always say my smell calms you"

Smiling with a bit of humor in her voice she says " It is your smell that has me like this" , her smacks turning into soft caresses, she is trying hard to change my somber mood, I hate seeing her like this, she knows and always tries to down play how she is feeling. This is who my Rosie has grown into, not the jaded, bitter girl that walked into my dump of a bar then to apply for the waitressing job.

I hug her closer, "I know baby, I am sorry it has to be like this"

"Silly man, it's not your fault, it's just a part of being pregnant, I was lucky the first time, remember Bella, she was puking till the very end."

"Char is awake, why don't you go back to bed for a bit. I will clean up the bathroom and get Char fed." I tell her, I just want her to feel better and this is only way I know how. I want to take care of her.

"Emmett, I am fine, I only.."

"Rose please let me do this. You could use the rest", I say cutting her off, "please baby, let me take care of you"

"Ok", she says, kissing me on the cheek, she rises, brushes her teeth, while trying not to gag, washes her face and with one more kiss on my cheek, heads to the bedroom. Leaving me to clean up and take a quick shower.