RPOV:

Happily ever after is not a fairy tale. It's a choice. -Fawn Weaver

When I rolled over and a yawn escaped my mouth and my eyes fluttered open I became aware of a number of things. I was aware of the fact that this was not my bed. This was not my house. I was aware that there was someone in the bed with me. I was aware of the fact that my phone was continuously buzzing from beside me. I reached for my phone and then paused. My hand. I held it out in front of me and watched the diamond on my finger glisten from the contact from the sunlight that made its way in through the curtains.

I had gotten married. Oh my fucking gosh. I had gotten married.

I searched my memory. I replayed the day in my head.

I had made up with my sister. My husband and I had been yanked around. I'd danced and taken pictures with more people than I could count. We had opened wedding gifts and taken time to spend with our respective families. We had wrapped up our night and our guest had thrown white flower petals over our heads as we'd walked hand in hand through the aisle they'd created. We'd taken the elevator up together. We'd talked and laughed and stumbled up to our room half drunkenly. Emmett had demanded he carry me over the threshold and in to the honeymoon suite. We'd brushed our teeth side by side. I'd washed off my makeup as Emmett watched and then he'd helped me out of my dress and given me the bathroom first. I'd showered quickly and then gave Emmett his leave of the room. I'd sent thanks to my sisters via text and had a quick phone conversation with Jen. When Emmett had come out of the bathroom in a pair of sweatpants and a muscle shirt he'd helped me take all of the bobby pins out of my hair. We'd fallen asleep rather quickly without more than a few sentences spoken between the two of us and not even the thought of sex.

I wiped my eyes and then sat up in bed. I looked over at him, my husband, Emmett McCarty Cullen. He was laid out on his back, one arm extended towards me, the other laid palm down on his chest. He was definitely handsome. I let my eyes roam his face. He looked so peaceful and childlike. I took in his muscular shoulders and the build of his arms. I had married this man not even 24 hours ago. I had known him for almost as long as we had been married, but there was no going back.

I pushed my hair out of my face and reached for my phone again. I had a series of text messages from Jasper. He and my sisters were in a group message all sending back to back messages as they discussed something. I let out a yawn and began to scroll to the top of the messages. Kate had started the conversation with a picture.

I clicked on it and paused.

It was a picture of me and Emmett, facing each other in front of the man that had married us, one of my hands in one of his as he held an umbrella over my head. There was a link accompanied with the picture. When I clicked it I was taken to a web article.

"Emmett Cullen has eloped," I read aloud, "Sources say he and the mystery woman have known each other for a short amount of time. Both of their families were in attendance however and the wedding was said to be a close and humble affair on the beach, the most money spent on their menu that varied with things as simple as grilled cheese and soup to lobster… as long as the ring isn't taken in to consideration. The ring that rests on the newly married Mrs. Cullen's finger has been priced at an astonishing 1 million dollars after tax. In closing, the couple seems to be happy and in love for the most part, but only time will tell how this whirlwind romance comes to a close. It's been told to sources that the marriage was entered without a prenup and the question on everyone's mind this morning is 'who is the mystery woman that retired professional football player and owner of Cullen Enterprise married yesterday and how exactly did she catch this bachelor's eye and then heart'."

Rosalie clicked on the search bar at the top of her phone and typed in her new husband's name. He was easy to pull up; pictures, birth date and address. It came up in a matter of seconds. She looked at the picture in front of her, the picture of Emmett in a football uniform, a trophy in his hand, his wide tooth grin completely dazzling even through a photograph. Rosalie locked her phone and set it back on the nightstand.

She licked her lips and then looked at the man sleeping beside her.

She tapped him on his shoulder and watched him begin to stir.