Hey, for all those reading my other stories, i am forewarning you now. I will be finishing Bad Bella before i continue with them. I have a few more chapters of this, maybe five more. I am hoping to have this done before Thanksgiving, which shouldn't be too hard, so that means more updates. Anyways, i am not forgeting those stories, just finishing this one. Thank you everyone who reveiwed, and pleasae keep it up!

Chapter 11 RPOV November 27th 11:00 a.m.

"Add two cups of hot water…" I mumbled to myself.

I was in the kitchen, trying to make Thanksgiving dinner. The turkey was in the oven, the Macy's Parade was muted in the living room, and I had some music playing, and I was singing along.

Emmett had to go somewhere, and said that he'd be back around 4:30. He had no idea I was making him Thanksgiving dinner.

I had gone shopping for everything a few days ago. Since it was the two of us, I kept it small. A small turkey, filled with stuffing. It was his mother's recipe that I had found in a box behind some pots. A lot of them sounded good, I might have to try them.

I also wanted to make green bean casserole, using my mom's homemade cream of mushroom soup. I can dimly remember the taste, but I can remember the ingredients needed.

The water was added, and I continued chopping mushrooms. I went slow, trying to be precise.

The radio is on a country station, KMPS I think. I needed something other than my normal music. Surprisingly, I knew a lot of the songs, like Faith Hill, Taylor Swift, and Rascal Flatts. Another song came on, by Josh Gracin. It was called Unbelievable, and I recognized it immediately. It was the song Emmett and I danced to a month ago.

I closed my eyes and listened. It was slow the words flowing perfectly.

'Unbelievable… undeniable… so incredible… simply wonderful… Your beautiful… everything I am, and I want to be, you see me.'

I instantly loved the song. The words were simple, but powerful.

When the song ended, I still had my eyes closed, unmoving, remembering. A cheating song came on though, ruining it. I shut off the radio, not wanting to tarnish such a beautiful song.

After a few minutes, I turned the radio back on, and continued making the soup.

The next three hours I checked the turkey, and prepared mashed potatoes. I wasn't stressed having started early. I enjoyed the work, making me feel like I was doing something other than sitting on my ass all day.

I arranged everything pretty on his small table. It looked like something out of a magazine. I was shocked that I was able to pull it off.

Everything was silent, since I had shut off the TV after the Seattle parade. The songs had almost all became depressing, not what I wanted on a day like this.

So when I heard the door being unlocked, I held my breath and waited.

Emmett POV

I unlocked the door and was blasted with the most wonderful smell ever.

Rosalie was standing by the table, which was covered in food. But I wasn't looking the food.

She was wearing a simple pair of jeans, and a nice shirt. She had an apron on, and her hair was back in a half pony tail. Her violet eyes were anxious, almost nervous. I knew right then that I wanted to come everyday for the rest of my life and see her standing there looking just like that.

"Happy Thanksgiving." She said at last, her voice was happy, and a smile appeared on her perfect face. "I made dinner. I hope its good..." Her face and eyes glowed with hope.

"Well it sure as hell smells good. And it looks delicious." I said with a huge grin plastered on my face. I started walking towards the table, taking off my coat and setting down my keys. She had turkey, mashed potatoes, and gravy, plus green bean casserole all sat beautifully on the table.

"Are going to stare at it all day or do you want to try it?" She asked, bringing my gaze back to her.

I hadn't realized how close she was, since she was about a foot away. She held my gaze, her sparkling eyes holding only happiness and joy, the way they should be.

I took one step, closing the distance, and wrapped my arms around her slim body. Her arms wrapped me in a tight hold. I would have stayed there forever, until the end of time.

But time wasn't going to allow that, because my stomach growled, demanding food.

"Take a seat, Emmett, you must be starved." Rosalie said, her arms reluctantly unwinding from around me.

I did as she said, sitting next to her. She piled the food on to my plate till I had a mini Mount Everest, then drowned it in gravy. I picked up my fork, scooping some mashed potatoes on it, and then shoving it in my mouth. I moaned, having now tasted the most savory potatoes in the world.

Everything else was just as good, tasty, melt in your mouth good. I could pick out certain recipes, but one was new.

"Rose, what is in the green bean casserole? It is nothing like my mom's." I asked.

She smiled, and a small blush came to her cheeks. "Do you like it? It is my mother's recipe, homemade mushroom soup."

"I love it, very tasty." I said, taking another bite.

When I had stuffed my self to the point where it hurt, but not enough to regret eating it, we put away the leftovers, the sat down and talked.

Around seven, there was an urgent pounding on the door. We both stood up, sending questioning glances at each other and the door. Rosalie opened the door wide, gasped, then slammed the door.

But a hand stuck itself between the closing door, causing it to bounce back open.

"Now Rosie baby, that's no way to treat you family. Especially on Thanksgiving." Said the older man, out of two, who were standing outside my door.

They both took a few steps in, as we both backed up.

Rose cringed while he spoke.

"Excuse me, but your in my home, so would you please leave?" I asked, trying to be polite.

"And who are you? And we're not leaving until we have what is rightfully ours." The younger one said, nodding at Rosalie, who's eyes were glued to the floor.

"My name is Emmett McCarty. And Rosalie is her own person, and she can do what ever she wants." All the politeness was gone, thinking they don't deserve it the way they talked about Rosalie.

"Mr. McCarty, Rosalie is my daughter." I could see Rose wince at his words. "I sent her here as punishment, now that she has served her time, and we want her back." Said…her father?

Her Father!?! And who is this bimbo? He looked like a deformed monkey, well, in my opinion.

"I'll be right back." Rosalie said, in a quiet voice, but it cracked and her eyes remained down. She turned and walked to her room and shut the door.

I turned around, feeling anger and hatred building up inside me. My fist clenched together until the knuckles were white.

"Who the hell do you think you are? I don't give a shit if you're her father, she does NOT have to listen to you. Now leave my house." I said, my voice low, deadly sounding. If I could see my eyes they would probably be dark with animosity.

"What if Rosie wants to come with us?" asked the monkey.

"Who are you anyways? Shouldn't you be getting back to the zoo?" I asked, avoiding the question. I don't want to think that she would want to go with dumb and dumber.

"I'm George Hale, Rosie's older brother. We live in North Forks." Said the younger one, George.

"Oh… well… welcome to South Forks. Here's your gift!" I said before I punched that son of a bitch. He fell to the ground from the power I had put into that.

"What the hell was that for?" The father yelled at me. I shrugged.

"He ruined my evening." I lowered my voice them, till it was deadly again. "And I suggest that you leave now. And please, don't ever come back." I said, slamming the door, double locking it. I walked to the window, where I could see her father carrying George, who was still out cold, to a nice car in the road. He threw his son in the back seat, then sped off down the road to the highway. I waited till they were gone before I went over to Rose's door.

I knocked softly, and could hear soft sobs coming from inside. I grabbed the knob, turning it slowly, then pushed the door open slightly.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed, feet tucked up under her, knees to her chin. She faced away from me, but I could tell that tears were pouring out of her beautiful eyes. I walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her.

She looked up startled at first, but when she saw my face, she clung to me for dear life, sobbing harder than before. I held her the whole time while she cried, not minding that my shirt was soaked. The only thing I thought was how I could help this angel through this.

After a while though, she sat up, whipping her eyes, and then stared into my eyes. She took a deep breath, then began the other half of her story. "I told you that my father used to beat me, right? Well, they also sexually abused me. It wasn't so bad when mom was alive, but after she died, it got worse. I was able to escape with racing, and then I came here. Everything in life seemed good, like I could start new. You are the best thing for my life, I feel safest around you."

I held her tighter, not going to let go. "Rose, oh Rosalie, I love you. You are the best thing in my life. And I love you."

She cried a little harder, but hugged me tighter, then she murmured "I love you too." And my heart swelled enough to make my chest hurt, and it was hard to breath. She, this angel from heaven, loves me.

I pulled her into my lap, needing her closer. I rocked her back and forth, whispering 'I love you' in her ear.

Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I lifted her chin with my hand, like I had done a few weeks ago. I put my lips to hers softly, going slow. But she wasn't having any of that. She pressed her lips harder on mine, her arms moved around my neck. The kissed deepened, and I found myself fighting for breath.

I pulled back, looking at her. Her eyes begged for more. I wasn't going to argue. I kissed her again, pushing her down till she was lying on the bed. I could feel her smile, so I knew I didn't push my luck.

By the morning, we had gone too far to turn back. But I wasn't complaining. When I woke up with Rosalie in my arms, I was the happiest man alive. I knew that I had to have her in my life.

I got up, careful not to wake her, and got dressed. It was Black Friday, so I might get a good deal. I needed to do something.

I drove to the mall, parking in one of the back rows. I walked through the front door, instantly finding the store I needed.

"Hi how may I help you?" Said the older women behind the counter.

"Yes, can I get this diamond replaced, and have some rubies added to the sides?" I asked, opening the velvet box, revealing my mother's ring.

"Of course." She said with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes.

"Can it be finished today?" I asked.

"Absolutely, it can be done in twenty minutes."

"Perfect." We talked a bit longer about prices, and then I went and sat on one of those benches. I watched couples walk by, old and young. The women awed over the jewelry, while the men, worried about the prices. After twenty minutes, I walked back up to the counter, where I saw the box that had belonged to my mom. I looked inside, where the diamond glittered inside. The rubies added a red tint to the diamond, which I was sure that Rosalie would love.

"That's a lucky lady you got there. I'm sure she'll love it." Said the older lady.

"She is a special lady. Thank you soo much for this." I paid for the ring, and drove home. I sped down the road, anxious to get home.

When I unlocked the door, Rosalie was still sleeping. I shut the curtains, that were now letting lights shine into the room. I sat myself down into the chair, watching her sleep. I had a feeling of de javu. She woke up after a half hour, smiling when she saw me sitting there.

"Good morning sleepy head." I said as she yawned.

"Morning, how long was I out?" She asked.

"A long time. Hey, Rose, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what?"

I got out of the chair and walked over to the bed. I grabbed her hand, kneeling to the ground. I pulled out the velvet box, popping it open to see the ring inside. Her eyes grew wide, and she smiled wider than before. She sat up and waited for the inevitable question.

"Rosalie Hale, will you please, pretty please, marry me? It would make me so happy to call you my wife. Please?" I say, pleading, and hoping that she would say yes.

She looked close to tears again, but nodded, taking the ring into her hands, admiring it.

"This is the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. Thank you Emmett, and I would love to be your wife." She said. I took her hand, slipping on the ring, which fit perfectly to her slender fingers.

I was so over come by joy that I scooped her up in my arms, swinging her around the room. I was getting married.

"When should we get married?" Rosalie asked when I had set her back on the ground, but I hadn't let go of her.

"I say the sooner the better, but when ever you like."

She grinned. "I would like very much like to marry you as soon as possible."

"Then let's go." I said, dragging her out of the apartment.

Hoped you like it. Also, to answer a few questions i got.

Does Rosalie have a thing for Edward? No, of course not. Rosalie just feels safer around Edward and Jasper than most other men because of her father and brother.

Also, why does Rose hate Bella? Simple, Rosalie almost always hates Bella. But later they do become friends.

I'll update soon I promise. Happy Halloween!! Please REVIEW!!!!!