Chapter 21: Emmalie's Song

Rosalie's POV

Everyone came in to see her a couple minutes later, Renesmee literally jumping up and down to meet her new cousin. Emmalie was awake for it all, so by the time we were alone in the room with Carlisle, she was exhausted.

"How did she even survive?" I asked Carlisle.

"Well, by our calculations, she was supposed to be born in a week. But maybe she was ready to be born. Either that, or there was such a short time before she was born that it was okay to get her out. I don't really know for certain."

"Wow, Pops," Emmett said. "A day when you're not sure. That's a once in a lifetime opportunity."

Carlisle chuckled. "I guess so. But congratulations, nonetheless. I'll have to reconsider Esme and your credit cards."

"Yes!" I whispered.

"Huh?" Emmett asked.

"Long story," Carlisle and I said at the same time.

"I don't want you to measure her," I told Carlisle. "I know it's going to pain you, but you had your chance with Nessie. Besides, I think you can just observe Emma and know how fast she's growing."

"You're probably right, and I guess you have a right to say if you want her to be left alone. I understand."

"Thanks, Carlisle."

It was silent for a second as we watched Emmalie sleep. Then Emmett broke the silence.

"Do you wanna go downstairs now?"

"Sure," I said, starting to get up.

We headed downstairs, where Renesmee attacked us. "I want to see Emmalie!" she cried, jumping up and down.

"Hey, Esme," I said to my mother, who was sitting on the couch. "Can you set a blanket on the floor for me?"

"Of course, sweetie," she answered.

I sat down on the white wool blanket on the hardwood floors, setting Emmalie in my lap. She was awake again, drifting in and out of sleep constantly today. Nessie sat in front of me, my husband's car keys dangling on her fingers in front of Emma's face, entertaining my daughter.

Emma laughed as Emmett sat down next to us.

"Hey! Are those my car keys?!" he exclaimed, shooting back up. He grabbed Nessie by the waist and held her upside down by her ankles. "Give Uncle Emmett his keys back, little missy."

Nessie laughed. "Nope!"

Emmett tickled her toes, sending her into a whirlwind of giggles. She dropped the keys accidentally from laughing so hard, and Emmett scooped down to pick them back up. Then he set my niece back down.

"I want them back!" Nessie said, putting on her best pout by crossing her arms across her chest and sticking her lower lip out as far as it could get, her eyebrow creasing.

He sighed. "Here, play with these," he said, handing her the keys to Edward's Aston Martin Vanquish.

"Emmett!" Edward said.

"Your problem now, bro, not mine," Emmett said, practically ignoring him.

Emmalie reached for the silver set of keys now in front of her multi-colored eyes. Her tiny fist crushed one of them, making it a shiny little ball.

I took them out of her hand, giving them back to Edward. "Here's your keys. You're welcome."

"Thanks," he muttered, snatching them back.

"Hey, Rose, she's strong," Bella commented. "Just like Emmett."

"Cool," Emm commented. "She looked so much like Rosie that I was hoping she had some of me in her."

"Her eyes are both the colors of yours and mine," I said. "Her hair isn't curly exactly like mine--or yours."

"But it's the same blonde color as yours," he pointed out. "So now it's fair."

"Who ever said life was fair?" I muttered.

Everyone suddenly turned their heads to face the front door.

"What is it?" I asked, unable to hear what they could because I wasn't fully vampire anymore.

"Leah's here," Alice sang. She ran to answer the door before Leah could knock.

"Oh, hey, Alice. Is Rosalie--whoa!" she exclaimed, looking into the living room at me. "Oh my God…" her voice drifted off.

Alice invited her inside.

"Tell me everything!" Leah exclaimed.

I told her the whole entire story, from beginning to end. She was enchanted by Emmalie, who really loved her.

Once I was finally finished, Emmalie had ended up in Leah's lap, giggling happily.

I looked at Emmett and he nodded. We had talked this over, and decided to figure it out as time passed.

"Leah," I asked her, "would you like to be Emmalie's godmother?"

She just looked at us for a second like it was unreal. "Seriously?"

"No lie."

"S-sure. I'd love to!" Her whole face glowed with happiness. I knew we had picked the right person.

Jacob walked in from the garage, soaking wet. Leah turned around to look at him. "What happened to you?" she asked.

"It's kinda raining, if you haven't looked out the window. Why are you here?" Jacob questioned.

"'Cause of Rose and Emm's daughter, Emmalie."

"What the hell?! What do you mean?!" he said, shocked.

"Come on," Leah told him, ushering him over here.

Jacob sat down Indian style, halfway on the blanket and halfway on the hardwood floor. I had forgotten about him for the past couple hours. "How did this end up this way? And are you two back together or something? And I thought she was supposed to be a he."

"Ugh. I'll tell you the whole story," I sighed as everyone groaned. They had all heard this story far too many times before. "Wait--I'm not forgetting anyone else, am I? I don't wanna have to repeat it a third time."

"Nope," Emmett said. "Unless you're planning on telling Sam, or the whole werewolf pack."

"Jake can tell them. Okay, so…" I started the story over again. Alice and Jasper didn't want to hear it, so they went into the kitchen to get Emma a bottle. Carlisle went up to his study and Esme brought a laptop down to shop for baby clothes.

Halfway through, Alice brought the bottle back and handed it to Leah, who was about to feed her. I stopped my story mid-sentence. "Wait, Leah. Would you mind if I fed her?"

"Sure, go ahead," she said, handing me Emma, then the bottle. I held Emmalie in my arms, then popped the bottle in her mouth. She drank it happily as I continued.

About fifteen minutes after I was done telling Jake everything, Edward started playing a pretty melody on the piano. It sounded almost fairy-like, so delicate and staccato.

Emmalie looked his way as it became more complicated but still kept the same feeling. She reached her hand out, then looked over at me, as if begging to go over there. I picked her up and walked over to the grand piano, holding her so she could watch his fingers glide over the keys effortlessly. The song got slower, but Emmalie still smiled widely. We stood there for a minute, just watching. It seemed to build up suspense for a couple seconds, then Edward looked over at her, glad to see her joy. He changed the melody up a bit to make it more magical.

She was entranced. Close enough to the piano to touch it, she slapped it with the tips of her fingers a couple times, trying to mimic what her uncle did.

The notes got higher then ended sharply, yet the way he did it made it seem smooth and natural.

Emmalie clapped her hands together, enjoying the song.

"She loves that," I said. "Do you mind, oh, I don't know, putting it on a CD or something?"

Edward smiled at me. "I wouldn't mind at all. I know how it feels to have kids, Rosalie, so don't be embarrassed."

"I wasn't embarrassed," I mumbled.

He made the CD for Emmalie that afternoon, giving it to me right before she fell asleep. Carlisle and Edward brought Nessie's old crib over from the cottage and set it up in the room Emmett and I shared. I just set the CD player next to the crib, and she fell asleep instantly.

That night, as I laid in my bed, Emmett said to me, "I can't believe this is actually happening. We're parents. We have a daughter."

"I know," I agreed, starting to get tired. "But I'm just thankful that it isn't all a dream."

Emmett got up and looked over Emmalie's crib, just watching her lay there. "She's so sweet, so precious. We're the luckiest parents alive."

I sighed happily. "Yeah, I know." I yawned, shutting my heavy eyelids. Emmett started babbling about something, but I was so tired that I just crashed. Day One and parenting was already beating down on me.

But it wasn't happily ever after. It wouldn't be until I discovered a secret about my daughter that I really wish would have been kept under wraps--or never there in the first place.

I posted a picture of what I think Emmalie looks like on my profile and what I think Emmalie's song Edward played sounds like. It's more near the top of the page.

What do you guys think is Emmalie's secret? I need some ideas, first of all (because I have major writers block right now), and I want to see what you guys can come up with. I'm not going to give any hints about what I have planned for the next chapter so far, though. I want to see which person can come up with the best idea, and I'll decide some way to put your name in my story! I need ideas, peeps!

Thanks soooo much for being such dedicated readers!