The Anniversary

(Rosalie POV)

We sat in the living room, Esme, Alice, Emmett, Edward and I. It was almost two in the morning, on Emmett and my anniversary, and Emmett had promised to take me out, but one of his favourite ice-hockey games was about to finish. Considering Emmett had spent about an hour getting ready, only a little less than my own time, he had been quickly distracted. I would have gone back to our room to fix my hair again or something, but Emmett was very serious that I should, or I 'might get extremely mad'. He would not let me go in, and looked somewhat sheepishly smug. I assumed when we left Esme would clean up whatever mess in our room he had made. Esme was being very nice about the whole deal of anniversaries, as always. Though there would be an eternity of them, it would always be acknowledged. Alice raised his eyebrows as Edward gasped.

"What?" Esme asked slowly.

"Carlisle's back," said Edward, "With Jasper…"

"What? That does not make any sense. Carlisle should have been at work," Esme said firmly. Edward turned to her, looking pained. Esme gasped.

"Jasper went to the hospital?" Esme cried and Emmett looked up.

"If he's allowed now, does that mean I can go to?" he inquired, "Because really, I'm not as bad as him!"

"No!" Esme jumped to her feet.

"Oh, come on!" Emmett moaned. I stood and turned to him.

"Why isn't Jasper allowed to go to the hospital?" I demanded. Emmett stood up and looked annoyed.

"Because he'll go into a bloodthirsty rampage," Emmett answered, and then gasped.

"He's in a bloodthirsty rampage?" Emmett hissed. Edward nodded.

"Go Emmett. Carlisle can't hold him off much longer," Edward instructed.

"What? Where is he?" Emmett spluttered.

"End of the drive," Edward supplied, "Go!"

Emmett nodded and ran out the door, lead by Edward. Alice took Esme's hand in her own.

"Carlisle will be all right, Esme. Let's go," she soothed. Esme nodded. They ran out the door, and I followed them by their heels. Emmett had managed to restrain Jasper, who looked positively livid. His eyes were dark and his face was somewhat insane. He was screaming. It was a wonder how Carlisle had gotten him home. Carlisle turned to us.

"We're going to have to take Jasper hunting right now!" he yelled over Jasper's howls. "WHAT?!?! IT'S MY ANNIVERSARY TOMORROW!" I screamed over Jasper, my eyes filled with fury.

"Don't you mean our anniversary?" Emmett yelled. I glowered at him.

"Sorry, Rosalie. Jasper can't wait," Carlisle said, and Emmett sighed.

"Sorry, Rose. I'll be home soon," he promised, but I shook my head firmly.

"No! You have to stay here!" I cried, but there was nothing I could do. Emmett was the strongest; he would have the best hope of restraining Jasper. I scowled at Carlisle and Jasper.

"Why would you do this to me?" I yelled at Jasper. His eyes flickered to my face for a moment before spiralling away. Carlisle shook his head.

"Rosalie…" he began.

"Let me talk to her," Emmett said. Carlisle sighed but did not protest. He and Edward each took one of Jasper's arms, as he tried to escape from them, and Emmett took my hand, and we went far enough away so we were not overheard.

"Don't worry, Rosie. I'll be home as soon as I can,' he said and I frowned.

"How long will that be?" I asked. Emmett shrugged.

"Until Jasper gets a grip of himself," Emmett said simply, and I tossed my hair over my shoulder. How long would that take? Emmett studied my face. He cupped my face in his big hands, and kissed me.

"Soon, Rosie, as soon as I can." he promised and we returned to the group, were Carlisle and Esme were bidding farewell. Edward looked at Emmett expectantly, and Emmett rolled his eyes.

"Damned mind reader," he muttered so only I could hear. I wanted to giggle. Emmett took Jasper as Alice and Carlisle waved goodbye.

"Aren't you going?" I asked Edward. He rolled his eyes.

"It's a big enough mission as it is," he smirked and Esme sighed. Even I could tell leave Edward and me together was a bad idea. I'm surprised he didn't protest to go with my Emmett too.

"Let's just go inside, alright?" she said and we went back into the living room. I sat down on the couch and glared at the ice hockey game, where another fight had broken out. Esme sat down next to me, and Edward sat at the piano, twitching.

An hour passed.

And another.

And another.

And two more.

And another.

Edward began to play, and I snarled at him. He stopped again and sighed. If I was going to be miserable, there was no way Edward was allowed to go off into his pretty little piano land. Edward scowled at that thought.

"So, Rosalie, what do you want to do now?" Esme asked. I frowned at her. Wasn't it obvious? I wanted to celebrate Emmett and my anniversary, with my Emmett! Apparently, my feelings would not be taken into account, even today. Normally when I was annoyed, I would go to our room, until Emmett came and calmed me down. But, he wouldn't be home for ages, and Esme was forcing me to stay downstairs and distract me from the fact it was Emmett and my anniversary.

"Do you want to go shopping?" she asked.

"No." I said flatly.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" she asked.

"No." I said vehemently.

"What about going for a walk?" she persisted.

"Look, Esme, I know it's our anniversary and I also know my Emmett isn't here!" I cried, leaping to my feet. Esme stood as well.

"Oh, Rose-," she began, but I cut her off with a wave of my hand. I fled up the stairs, and stopped at the landing.

"Tell Emmett, I'll be in our room!" I yelled down at them. I heard them yell protested, but I backed into my room, and slammed the door. I stared at the door for a moment, tracing the chippings with my fingers. I was all alone now. Covering my face with my hands, I turned and sank to the floor. Judging by Jasper, Emmett would not be home for ages. Taking my hands from my face, I breathed slowly in and out a few times; concentrating on the floor like Carlisle told me to do when I was angry. Feeling in control again, I looked up, and gasped. The room was filled with roses. Blood red roses covered an entire wall, with a lopsided love heart in the middle made of white roses. So, that's what Emmett had been doing. I turned to the bed, covered in red and white rose petals, with a note on my pillow. I climbed onto the bed, sitting in the flower petals and read it.

Roses for my Beloved. Forever yours, Emmett