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Overwhelmed

Rosalie only comes back to Forks — a place that only holds bad memories — once a year. This year she finds herself with an unlikely companion, facing a truth she thought she had buried years ago.

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When Rosalie was thirty-two years old, she married Emmett McCarty. It started with a phone call.

"I've been thinking," he said as she stretched out on the couch, the phone held between her head and shoulder as she dug a fork into her microwave dinner. This had become something of a weekly ritual between her and Emmett, talking on the phone. They had been doing it for most of the six months since her return from Christmas vacation in Forks. She would call when she got off work at night, and they would talk as she ate dinner.

"About?" she prompted, settling down against the arm pillow.

"Moving," he said. "I think Forks has lost it's shiny veneer for me."

She snorted. "It's about time."

"Where do you think I should move?" he asked. "Singapore? London? Australia? I don't know much about the ol' outback," he momentarily took on a bastardized Australian accent, "but they've got to have killer waves, right?"

"Probably," she said. "Although, personally, I think in Singapore you would fit right in. I hear it's very popular among the blonde bimbos of the inherited wealth variety."

"Excellent!" She could imagine him pumping a fist in the air, and she smiled at the thought, amused. "And if Singapore doesn't work out," he said, "I could set up shop in the City of Angels."

She paused in her dinner, her fork halfway to her mouth. "LA?"

"Is it not the City of Angels? Damn."

"No, it's the City of Angels." She set her fork down. "You know," she said slowly, "if you came here, I might find the time to show you around." She reached for her wine glass on the nearby table.

She could hear the grin in his voice. "That's what I like to hear."

Five years later, they got married. After the ceremony, when Rosalie finally managed to convince Bella that Emmett hadn't proposed because he knocked Rosalie up, Rosalie watched as Edward, sighing dramatically, gave Bella a twenty dollar bill.

"I told you so," said Bella smugly, pulling her mini-me and Rosalie's flower girl into her lap and adjusting the squirming little girl's tiny flower crown. Rosalie only rolled her eyes.

Emmett hadn't proposed because she was pregnant.

But she was now.

She'd tell Bella later.

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A/N: This is the end. Thanks for reading!