Okay, so I lied. This isn't a big event. Well, I guess it could be considered a bit event, but nothing like the baby kicking or something.
So, tell me if you think I got Rosalie right. I think I did okay.
Disclaimer: I do not own the songs Bubbly - Colbie Caillat or Dead Disco - Metric.
And I'll guess I'll update my Twilight status: Yea, still not mine.
Enjoy:D
I've been awake for a while now
You've got me feeling like a child now
Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tinglies in a silly place
It starts in my toes and I crinkle my nose
Where ever it goes I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time where ever you go
I can always tell whose in the house by sound. Alice's sound is usually the clink of wire hangers against each other as she rummages through her closet; Jasper is the sounds of pages turning; Carlisle is the scratching of pen on paper; Esme is usually the sweep of a duster over counters and tables or just before Bella comes over, the sound of cookies being made; Emmett is mostly laughter. He always sees the humor in things; he's the good to my evil, the beauty to my beast. Edward is music or the repetitive sound of pacing and Bella is breath accompanied by a heartbeat.
Today, any heartbeat was covered by music but I still knew it was Bella; I could hear her humming along with the song.
It's hard to forgive someone for nothing. I knew Bella had done nothing wrong. She was simply living. Doing what I had told her to do. But it was still hard to see her have the things I didn't. Humanity for one. To breathe for a purpose and grow old. I could never respect her choice to want that gone. But she also had one other thing I'd longed for even before I was a vampire. A baby.
I'd accepted that I could never have a child and that no one else in my family could either. When Bella announced her own little bundle of joy was on its way I wasn't sure how to react. Sadness? Jealousy? Anger? After two weeks of complete confusion and slipping in and out of emotions towards Bella, Jasper had stormed into my room and exclaimed that I needed to pick an emotion and stick with it before he went mad. Then he suggested happiness and maybe a little touch of excitement. It was the emotional consensus around the house.
That day she and Edward came to the house and in a moment of joy and comfort that took over the room, I'd touched her stomach, confirming my status on the situation.
I listened in for any other people in the house. Carlisle in his study and Emmett furiously pounding away at a video game controller. Alice in her closet. Bella was alone. I made my way to the third floor and down the hall to Edward's room. The door was open and music poured out.
It starts in my soul and I lose all control
When you kiss my nose the feeling shows
'Cause you make me smile
Baby, just take your time now
Holding me tight
I leaned in the doorway and looked inside. Bella was hugging herself, rubbing her belly and doing loose twirls around the room. She'd taken off her socks and draped one of Edward's shirts over her own. He was hunting this weekend. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling.
Then her toe caught in the carpet and on some odd impulse I jumped from my position at the door and caught her before she hit the ground. When I finally realized what I was doing, I gently set her straight and took a step back. By the look in her eyes I knew she was expecting someone either shorter or more masculine. But she quickly covered up her shock and blushed just the tiniest bit.
"Hi, Rosalie." She sounded a bit frightened and it made regret flitter through my body. I'd never really given her any reason to not fear me. So I grinned a bit.
"Hello, Bella. How are you?" A flash of confusion behind her eyes.
"Fine, thanks. How about you?" It occurred to me how odd it was that she could have a comfortable conversation void of any small talk with any family member but me.
"I'm lovely. This is a nice song." She smiled tentatively.
"You like it? Angela told me about it, I've had it stuck in my head all day." Angela? Probably from the high school. There was a long silence that made Bella fidget. I contemplated how I should use this Edward-less moment and decided it would be wise to talk with her.
"Bella," I started and she looked at me. I motioned to the couch. We both sat. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry." Her brow furrowed in confusion. "For not being as supportive as everyone else." Recognition came to her.
"Oh, Rose, it's okay. I understand. I could never ask more of you. I feel so horrible. It looks like I've got what you want and have nothing to give to you in return…I could never blame you for hating me." It was my turn to be surprised. She thought I hated her?
"I don't hate you, Bella. I hate what I am. That I'm stuck like this forever. I will admit that I am jealous of what you have." I touched her tummy softly. "But I can do nothing to change my past or anyone else's." sadness dripped onto her face. And then she was hugging me and crying. Now I understood what Edward meant by 'mood swings.' I cautiously patted her back.
"Bella, it's okay. Why are you crying?"
"I'm just so sorry." She sniffed a bit and attempted to dry her eyes with her sleeve. What a remarkable person. I come up to tell her I'm sorry and she ends up apologizing to me. I could see what Edward had fallen in love with. I couldn't let her take the blame for this.
"You did nothing wrong. Please, do not feel sorry. For anything. Come on, lets dance!" she was shocked again. I smirked.
"I saw you twirling around earlier. Wouldn't you like someone a little older than a four month fetus to dance with? To make sure you don't fall." I raised my eyebrows. She blushed furiously and answered me with:
"Su-Sure. Why not?"
The CD turned to the next song and Dead Disco started playing. I pulled her up from the couch and took both her hands and started sway to the beat. She gave a nervous giggle and started turning us in circles.
She began to sing and I joined in.
Skip town, slow down
Push it to the east coast
Step down turn around
Push it to the west
Need less, use less
We're asking for too much I guess
Cause all we get is…
Dead disco
Dead funk
Dead rock and roll
Remodel
Everything has been done
La la la la la la la la la la
She really was a sweet girl. Fun and quirky. I would try to be the best aunt, for her. To make her happy. To make Edward happy. To make me happy.