Authors note; Most of you know what's up, but if you don't, I don't sleep, basically. Feel free to hate me. Life's a bitch. I love you all, and I hope this chapter compensates a little for me being a crappy author.

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Behind Closed Doors

Part Ten

Rosalie could hardly believe the mess just two girls could cause. Bella had a tendency to leave her clothes strewn everywhere, while Alice enjoyed her midnight snacks. Rosalie wouldn't really mind if Alice would put her rubbish in the bin, instead of leaving them lying about. Rats were the last thing she wanted to see.

Just an hour ago Bella had walked through, ignoring Rosalie, changing quicker then she had ever seen, and ran back out of the door. This wasn't really unusual behaviour from Bella; she had recently been dashing about at all hours of the night.

Rosalie had suspicions, of course she did. Alice hadn't been acting as… shady as her sister. She knew there was a secret, and she knew she would find out eventually. But for now, she could sit back and watch as her employers worried about what they were wearing and how they looked.

Just after four in the morning, Rosalie heard a door close. No doubt Bella. Rosalie put her book down and blew her candle out, before creaking open her own door and padding down the hallway towards Bella's room.

Rosalie and her sister were very lucky. The family did not have separate wings, apart from the stables, and Rosalie shared a hallway with Bella, Alice and Jessica. She was certain this brought them all the more closer.

Rose didn't knock, with a fear that she may wake others up. She did, however, open the door awfully slowly to give Bella a warning of her entry.

She wondered if Bella had heard at all, but when Rosalie saw the full picture of Bella's bedroom, she was glad she chose not to bring the candle because she surely would have dropped it.

Bella was stood in front of her mirror, topless, looking at herself sideways. But, of course, it was not this that made Rosalie gasp. Rosalie had seen the girls more naked than her mother had even imagined. No, it was the fact that her window was wide open. Bella would catch a chill!

"Bella!" Rosalie scolded her. "Close that wretched window!" Although Rose's words had told Bella to close the window, Rose rushed over to the glass and snapped it shut. It often worked that way; she would do everything.

Bella was still in her own little world, looking in the mirror, bending her back, then moving it forwards. Her eyes scrunched together and she took several sharp intakes of breath when her back was in a certain position. Then Rosalie knew.

"Have you told anyone?" Rosalie demanded immediately. "How far are you gone?"

"I'm sorry?" Bella asked, her eyes hazy and her expression dreamy. "Told anyone what?"

"That you're pregnant."

"What?" Bella laughed. "I'm not pregnant!"

"What do you mean 'I'm not pregnant'? Of course you are! It's okay, you don't have to deny it." Rosalie snapped, ever so slightly. It was too early to play such silly games.

"How would you know anyway?" Bella said, twice as sharply as Rosalie. "Are you now a qualified doctor? A woman doctor." Bella shook her head in disbelief. "I would like to see the day."

"No." Rosalie told her, her eyes falling to the floor. "I have an incredible sense for these things."

A short while after Rosalie had blown the candles out and made sure Bella was warm in her bed, she left for Edward's small attic room. Rosalie often detested going through the gravel barefoot, but it was the quietest way, plus if any of those dammed small stones were to get in the soles of her shoes she would be found out immediately. That would most certainly mean the termination of her sister's, Edward's and her own jobs. And that was something not one of them could afford to lose.

"Edward?" She whispered as she reached the top of the ladder. "Edward!"

"What is it, Rosalie?" Edward replied, coming into view, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Rosalie had made a mental note to bring the boy a hairbrush, but, like many other things, that got pushed viciously to the back of her mind.

"Would you please open the barn and send for Emmett?"

"What ever do you need him for now?" He sighed, sounding agitated.

"To be my big brother." She lied. "I need someone right now." He sighed again.

"Well…" She could see the mechanism working in his brain, trying to work out how long she had. "It's just gone four. He needs to be out of here by thirty past five at the very latest, do you understand?" She nodded, feeling like a small child again. She hated it when Edward talked to her like she were a child, but stood in awe of how he managed to achieve such a thing from a twenty-something woman in the first place.

Rosalie, as much as she may complain about him, loved Edward dearly. They had been doing this for years. At first, Rosalie felt uneasy about having someone know about the secret visits Emmett makes. She was sure he would tell, while, even though Emmett had never met the boy, he had every faith in him to keep their secret just that. A secret.

Emmett arrived soon, and Edward made the excuse that he needed to tend to the horses before Emmett arrived. Edward did that a lot; Rosalie and Emmett would stay in the attic room. Rosalie often felt sorry for stealing Edward's space, but he insisted he didn't mind. He told her that he preferred to be with the horses, anyway.

As soon as Emmett had made it up the ladder, Rosalie flung herself into his arms.

"Oh Emmett," She cried. "It's so awful."

"What is? What is awful?" She could hear the worry in his voice but couldn't bring herself to say the words. They were sacred; never to be muttered with fear that someone else will over hear. But really, she had no choice.

"It's Bella. She's… she's…" Rosalie stopped to take a few deep breaths. "Pregnant."

As soon as she muttered those words, she sincerely regretted them.

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