Chapter 10: Two Years Later
Rosalie sat down in her seat as her makeup artist fixed her lip gloss. "So you just go out there and give it all you got," her agent informed.
"You got it," Rosalie answered.
She let out a sigh as she stood up and fixed the shirt she was wearing. "Another day another dollar," she murmured. Just then, the doors opened.
"Mama!" Emma called.
"Hey baby," Rosalie answered.
Emma ran over to her mother. Rosalie squatted down and wrapped her arms around her daughter. Emma hugged her back with a huge smile on her face. "Mama look what I drew," she giggled, holding up a picture.
"That's so beautiful sweetie," she answered, smiling.
Rosalie kissed her daughter's forehead. "Okay why don't you go sit over there by mama's chair so that nice man can take mommy's picture?" Rosalie asked.
"Okay," Emma answered.
Emma ran over and climbed up into Rosalie's chair while she was getting pictures taken.
(One Hour Later)
Rosalie came out of her dressing room. "Okay sweetie, time to go to daddy's," she informed. She saw her daughter's face go pale and she threw her arms around Rosalie's leg.
"No mama!" She shrieked.
Rosalie put her purse down and squatted down in front of her. "Sweetheart what's the matter? Don't you want to see daddy?" She asked.
"No, mama, I don't want to go, don't make me go mama," she whimpered.
Rosalie hugged her daughter, lifting her up off the floor. Emma clung to her mother, sobbing. "Okay, okay, you don't have to go," she assured her.
(Rosalie's House)
Rosalie was standing in the hallway with her arms crossed over her chest and was tapping her foot when Emmett came in. "Hey, I thought you were going to drop Emma off?" He asked.
"I was, but Emma was crying so much that I couldn't bring her over," she replied.
"What?" He asked.
"Why is our four-year-old terrified to go over to your house?" She asked.
Emmett stared at her. "Forget that question because Emma's already told me. What are you two screaming about? You're a bigger man Emmett! You scared her!" She exclaimed. Emmett sighed. "She is four-years-old, do you have any idea what goes through her head when she hears her daddy screaming at the top of his lungs?" She asked. He sighed, closing his eyes.
"Yeah," he murmured.
The last thing he wanted was his daughter to be scared of him. "Where is she?" He asked.
"She's playing on her slide," she replied.
Emmett sighed as he went outside to see his daughter playing on the slide, humming and singing to herself. "Emmy," he called. Emma looked up and she quickly slid down the slide and ran to her little house. "Emmy, sweetheart," he murmured. He walked over and stood by the door. "Sweetie, can you come out?" He asked.
"No," she answered.
He rubbed his forehead. "Daddy didn't mean to scare you baby girl," he told her.
"Daddy scary when he yells," she whimpered.
Emmett slowly opened the door to her little house and peeked inside. "Daddy wasn't mad at you baby girl," he told her. Emma sniffled. "Can you come out baby please? Daddy's too big to fit in the house," he told her, smiling. Emma giggled when he tried to fit in the house.
"Daddy too big," she giggled.
"Yeah daddy's too big," he answered chuckling.
Emma came out of the house and Emmett picked her up. "I love you baby girl," he murmured, kissing her cheek.
"I love you daddy," she answered.
Emmett rubbed her back, closing his eyes. "Daddy's very sorry for scaring you," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. She hugged him back. "I love you very much Emmy," he whispered, kissing her cheek again. Emma was relaxed and she ended up falling asleep against his shoulder.