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A/N: NSFW. Deals with adult subject matter. Sexual situations and a relationship between a younger woman and an adult male. Proceed with caution at your own risk

Epilogue.

A year had passed since the last time I had seen Carlisle.

It wasn't an easy year. The day my mother had returned home from her trip she had taken me out for my birthday. I had admitted to everything that had happened in the past six months and she had kicked me out.

I had ended up on Emmett's doorstep and he had welcomed me with open arms. Of course, Emmett always had open arms.

It took months before I was willing to let myself feel for Emmett. I had known all along I guess that I loved him, but I had been holding out, hopelessly, for the man I thought I had wanted; for a future I thought we could have.

I had been deluding myself and I could see that now. I went to a therapist who helped me deal with everything from my father leaving, to a boy named Royce who had broken my heart in upstate New York. It was the same therapist who encouraged me to write Carlisle a letter, telling him how I felt and it wasn't until I did that that I finally came to terms with the idea that I had been a naïve kid who thought happily ever after's existed and all I had to do was wait for my knight in shining armor.

The same therapist encouraged me to let Emmett in and I finally did.

Which was how I found myself sitting between him and Alice as they fought over who got to do the first shot with the birthday girl, aka me.

"Can we at least finish dinner first?" I asked around a bite of spaghetti and I tried not to get anything on the white dress Alice had insisted I wear.

"Yeah, yeah." Alice grumbled and Emmett smiled as he leaned down to kiss me. "Oh look! My aunt is finally here!"

I had met Alice's aunt Esme a few times and I had to agree, she was quite possibly the sweetest woman I had ever encountered.

"Hi Esme." I said as she approached the table.

"Hello Rosalie." She said softly as she handed me a card. "Sorry I'm late, I hope you don't mind, I brought a date."

"Did you finally bring the mysterious boyfriend we've heard all about?" Alice chuckled and Esme shot her a glare.

"She met him at work, apparently interoffice dating is frowned upon." Jasper piped up from Alice's other side. "We ordered for you. Hope that's okay."

"That's great." Esme smiled at him. "We're starving."

Emmett leaned down to kiss my ear and I turned just as he did, his lips meeting mine as a chair pulled out across the table before we both turned as Esme's date sat down.

Emmett choked and I felt my eyes widen as Carlisle sat down opposite us. "Hello Rosalie."

"You know each other?" Esme asked softly and all I could do was nod as Emmett's hand gripped my thigh a little too tightly under the table.

I smiled as I reached down and slipped my hand in to his, giving him a reassuring squeeze as I nodded to Esme. "We've met before."

I looked at Carlisle then as he smiled at me kindly and I didn't see any of the emotions that were there the last time we talked. Instead I saw only happiness and for once, I was grateful.

We all ate dinner, making small talk, and Alice passed Esme the wine bottle which she promptly declined.

"Don't like red?" Emmett asked with a laugh and I looked on as Esme blushed and looked to Carlisle who sat up a little straighter in his chair and I caught as his eyes darted to me and then back to Esme.

"Congratulations." I said as the others slowly caught up and I could feel Emmett relax against me as he realized what I had figured out.

"Thank you." Esme said quietly. "It's a surprise but we're happy. I didn't want to say anything on your birthday."

I smiled and looked to Carlisle who smiled back before his eyes met Esme's once more.

We finished our dinner and as Alice insisted that we were going to a nearby bar, Emmett and Jasper left to retrieve the cars.

Esme excused herself to go to the bathroom and Alice followed suit and I find myself alone at a table with the man who had broken my heart.

"It's good to see you again." He said as I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. "You look happy."

I smiled then as I thought of Emmett and I nodded. "You do too."

It was his turn to smile then but it faded as he leaned forward in his chair. "I received your letter."

"Oh." I said dumbly and I looked toward the door, willing Emmett to return.

"I wrote one of my own." He said softly and he reached in to his jacket pocket, pulling out a small folded piece of paper. "I hope you'll read it."

Esme returned then and they wished me goodnight and happy birthday once more before they left and I spent the rest of the night celebrating with my friends.

It was only as I lay in bed that night, Emmett's arms wrapped around me as he asked me how I felt about seeing Carlisle that I even remembered the note at all. I slid out of bed and retrieved it from my purse, sliding back in to bed with him as I slowly unfolded it to read the words written there.

Rose,

I received your letter today. I wish I could say that it didn't hurt me to read how much pain I caused you. I wish I could say that your words still don't hurt me today. I know that you have moved on and that was my hope.

I knew the moment I saw you that we shared something different. That first day in that kitchen all I could think about was your eyes and your hands on me. I knew it was wrong and yet I pursued it anyway. I still firmly attest that it was my fault for everything that happened despite your feelings otherwise.

Not a day goes by that I wish I hadn't done things differently, yet I know that one day those feelings will pass and I hope that they do for you as well. Because you deserve better.

And that is why I let you go. That is why I turned away from you. Because you deserved better.

When you told me you had slept with Emmett, I realized that you were fearful of my reaction and I was sickened with myself because I had been doing the same thing that you were so worried I would be upset about. It was for that reason I became angry. Not that you had, as you put, 'cheated' on me.

I did not, for one second, doubt your feelings for me. But as I said good-bye, I needed you to know that you were worth so much more and I had hoped that Emmett, or any other boy who came along after me, would make you feel that way.

It wasn't until that last day with you that I realized that you did deserve better. You deserved someone and something far more than I could ever give to you and so I let you think that I was angry about Emmett. When you asked, and I answered that it was about him, I wasn't lying. It was about Emmett but not in the way you thought. It was about how easily your smiles came when he was around. How you didn't have to hide your feelings for him nor he for you. When I called him that day, I hoped that I was making the right choice and I hoped that one day, you could forgive me for doing it.

Not a day goes by that I don't regret one thing or another Rose but know that you changed me far more than I could have ever changed you. Thank you Rosalie, with all my heart.

Carlisle Cullen

I swallowed as I read through the letter once more and then turned to face Emmett. "He called you?"

Emmett nodded, brow furrowed. "I thought you knew. He said you gave him my number and asked me to pick you up. He didn't tell me the details but I kind of figured it out once I got to you."

I breathed out then, letting the words sink in before I turned and placed the letter on the bedside table.

"I'm sorry Ro." Emmett said gently and I turned to see him frowning deeply.

"What are you sorry for?" I asked as I rolled back in to him, wrapping my arms around his toned chest before I placed a kiss there.

"That you had to see him. That you had to go through that at all…"

"I'm not." I cut him off as I used my feet to push myself up his chest. "It's because of him that I know who I am. That I know I'm right where I want to be."

Emmett smiled as he leaned down, capturing my lips with his and I let him as the thoughts of the man who had once stolen my heart and ran away with it flitted away from my mind. Because if there was one thing I learned from Carlisle it was that the past was the past and there was no turning back and as Emmett and I made love, I knew I would never want to.

A/N: I love all of your favorites, reviews, follows, messages. All of it. Thank you for giving this story a chance. I know some of you were grossed out and some of you were hoping that Carlisle and Rose would end up together. However, I honestly get tired sometimes of the perfect, happy endings. Sometimes it's okay not to be happy and it's okay to not be with your first love. I hope you enjoyed reading this crazy, twisted story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also I'm not done. Stay tuned for more crazy, twisted stories to come (and some of you may get your wish. ;D )