Two days later Edward, Jasper, Alice, Esme, and Carlisle had departed to the mainland on their way beck to Canada. Rosalie and Emmett were enjoying the peace that their house had when they had no more visitors.

The house was quiet except for the soft aquatic sound of the water pacing itself back and forth along the sand. Rosalie was lying on top of Emmett's granite chest, her eyes closed just listening to the peace. Emmett's arm wrapped around her waist and he watched her peaceful appearance, noting that if he didn't know otherwise, she appeared to be asleep.

"Rosalie?" Emmett asked after a few hours of stillness. The rays of the setting sun were now creeping across the wooden floor, through the windows.

"Hmm?" Rosalie hummed once she felt the warmth of the sun on her skin.

Emmett's eyes marveled the how her skin sparkled before he asked, "Would you like to go hunting tonight?"

Rosalie opened her eyes revealing the onyx they had become since she had last left the house to fulfill her most vital need.

"I'll take that as a yes," Emmett teased. He held her body close to him as she tried to struggle away playfully.

"You know," Rosalie mused in a way that turned their conversation more serious. "Edward wasn't extremely verbal about his disgust for us this time. Maybe we should see more of him."

Emmett exhaled and smiled, he we was pleased that Rosalie's previous hostility towards her brother was beginning to fade. "Yeah, maybe we should see more of him."

"Rosalie stop breaking things!" Emmett growled, he lunged to restrain her. Tackling he made a thunderous clash with her body. Although she struggled with all her strength, she could not budge Emmett's grasping hold on her.

"Emmett stop!" Rosalie shrieked, still trying to resist.

"Not until you can settle down," Emmett grunted as he tried to keep her still. "Rose, this is apart of the life, you can't control that."

"I can punch her in the stomach," Rosalie murmured.

"Yes, but would that really solve anything?"

"I guess not. But still- I can't have children and, well- Look at me! My DNA is perfect. My child would be stunning," Rosalie was feeling slightly resentful at the fact that the local girl, who worked at the store they bought their traditional human props from, announced that she was pregnant. The plain girl with nothing inherently remarkable about her had managed to conceive a child. When Rosalie got halfway back to their island she tore apart the box of tampons, which she wouldn't have to use anyways. That prop was always so trivial to her.

"I know Rose, but you know you can't have that. And as much as I want to be able to give you that I can't, so accept the things we cannot change and move on," Emmett said as he released Rosalie from his grasp pulling her into a sitting position in his lap.

"I'm sorry Emmett," Rosalie said repentant at her behavior.

"Yeah, tearing the house apart isn't a good idea either," Emmett said looking around to survey the damage.

Rosalie had torn a few banisters out of the porch. The railing was hanging on an odd angle, after getting it's base torn apart. Three windows had been smashed, couches had been overturned their stuffing out in arrays across the floor, and to top it all off the wall that was once in between the living room and the stairs no longer existed. The only thing that remained were old pieces of drywall and dust.

They were quiet for a long time. Hours passed and they stayed still, until the sun came back up and the damage was visible once more.

"You know Rosalie," Emmett began breaking the silence. "Maybe it's time we try t live with a family once again."

"I don't understand, Emmett."

"Maybe we should go live with Carlisle and Esme."

"Why?"

"For many reason's," Emmett sighed. "First, this house would take a lot more effort to rebuild than it would to destroy," his voice lead down in to a seductive tone as he let his right hand graze up her inner thigh.

Rosalie giggled, "Seems like we keep losing houses that way."

"Second, instead of being a mother to a child, you could be a daughter to Esme. I think we've been gone from her too long. It's been what, almost ten years since we've lived with them? Maybe it's time we go back. Alice seems pretty into fashion, so you could enjoy girly things with here, and I really miss having Edward as a brother. Plus Jasper's always up for a good fight, and maybe he'll keep Edwards anger over our provacative thoughts in check," Emmett continued.

"True. Do you think Edward will have a problem with us still though?" Rosalie questioned as she tilted her head to the side squinting slightly. She liked the idea of living with Esme and Carlisle again, but she wasn't about to go move in when they were just going to get kicked out again. Edward seemed to have too much leverage within the Cullen family dynamics solely based on his extra ability.

"He's visited a couple time and he hasn't reacted as badly as he did before. Maybe he's becoming desensitized to our thoughts. Or maybe he's trying to give us privacy. Or possibly our thoughts have calmed slightly."

"Okay," Rosalie simply said in agreement to their move. "But first we've got to get rid of this house."

Emmett smiled and pounced onto of Rosalie tearing off his shirt as he did so. The pale wooden floors cracked underneath his immense power. House number three slowly crumbled to the ground.

The End.

A/N:

Ahh..an epologue.

This story was really fun to write, although it distracted me from school work on multiple occasions. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Now I can go on with my Quill/Claire one...