Chapter 20: Emmalie

Rosalie's POV

I remembered Carlisle cutting my fetus open, and that I was absolutely exhausted. But after that, well, there was nothing.

I opened my eyes to find myself still on my bed. I must've been dreaming. My baby was still okay, I hadn't thrown up, and I wasn't a dumbass for wanting it all to be over. So I put my hand on my stomach, feeling for my child. But it was flat.

It wasn't a dream. My baby was dead and gone forever, and it was all my fault. No Emmett, no baby boy. I let a tear slip from the corner of my eye.

I heard a slight movement on the ground. Turning to see what it was, I gasped. Emmett was sitting on the floor, smiling at something I couldn't see.

He turned to look at me. A smile lit up his whole face like an angel. "Hey, Rosie--"

"Don't you dare 'Hey, Rosie' me," I snapped. "I haven't forgiven you, and I never will."

"Just listen to me, okay? I heard about you decided to do--"

"Please don't remind me of that. That was stupid and selfish, and I shouldn't have done it. I didn't know what I was thinking, what I was doing…"

"Rosalie, it's okay."

"No!" I cried. "It's not okay! Our son is dead and it's all my damn fault!"

I heard a slight, quiet cry, then Emmett said, "Shhh. It's okay, sweetie," like he was comforting something.

"What is that?" I sniffled.

He smiled up at me. "You may not have the baby boy you were hoping for, but he was replaced by a little girl."

"Oh my God…" I said in shock. Then I was at a loss for words; it was all too amazing. But I got a grip on myself enough to ask him, "Can I see her?"

"Of course." He handed me a pink bundle, and I looked at the tiny, peaceful face inside.

She had the prettiest blonde locks, that weren't particularly like mine, or like Emmett's; somewhere in the middle. Her lips were soft and bubble gum pink. Her eyes were unique--a thin ring of gold, then the rest a violet color, just like mine had been. She yawned, then pressed her head close to my chest, falling asleep.

"She's beautiful," I whispered.

"Sure is," Emmett agreed, watching her.

"My little Emmalie."

"Your what?"

I looked over at him. "Emmalie. I've had a long past couple of weeks, so I've had a lot of time to think. It's Emmett and Rosalie mixed together. I came up with Rosette, too, but she's definitely an Emmalie.

"Emmalie Rosette Cullen," Emmett whispered.

"It's perfect," I said, kissing her forehead.

"You know, it wasn't my fault."

I knew he was talking about Adele. I didn't wanna get into this topic, so I ignored him.

"It probably won't be good if Emmalie's parents are divorced. She already has it hard enough being part human and part vampire."

"I'm not going to believe you," I told him, looking at Emmalie and having more interest in her at the moment than him, "but if you want to give me an alibi, be my guest."

"She just kissed me all of a sudden. And you know I'm a sucker for that kind of stuff. I swear, I didn't hook back up with her after I left. All I could think about was you."

"Pssh, yeah, right."

"That's your problem if you don't want to believe me, but all I'm asking for is a second chance."

"He's telling the truth," Edward said from the doorway. I looked up at him. "He never got back together with her. He was only thinking of you."

Emmett looked at me with pleading eyes. I felt my heart soften a little.

"Please?" Emmett begged. "I love you, Rosalie, and I always will."

"You really didn't hit it off?"

"Hell, no, Rosalie."

I smiled. "I was hoping that was true."

He smiled back and gazed into my eyes, his twinkling and shining. He kissed me so passionately, and I realized I would've never been able to live without him, no matter how hard I tried.

He pulled back before I wanted to, but I also wanted to look at my daughter again. She was so gorgeous, and she was all mine. And this time it wasn't a dream.

"Emmalie," I sighed. I picked her up and kissed her nose. Her eyelids fluttered, and she looked at me, her lips bearing a sweet, miniature smile. She was just like a doll I named Lucietta I had when I was four. Perfect, and the pale color of china with silky, springy curls that never faded away no matter how hard you brushed and bowed up her hair.

Everything was how I'd always hoped it would be.

Yay! Emmett and Rosalie are back together! And I love the name I picked out for their daughter--what do you guys think? I think that this chapter is so sweet and loving--a real family moment. It's the one you've been waiting for and the one I was DYING to write! Hope you liked it!