Chapter 28: Happily Ever After
Rosalie's POV
Three months later, Esme had a new house built for us. It had approximately 17,500 square feet, a monster of a mansion.
This house had three bedrooms, four baths, two pools, music room, screened in porch, three-car side garage, home theater, eight crystal chandeliers including one with real diamonds, secret playroom, rooftop garden, gazebo, and two fish ponds that were connected with a creek that wrapped around the entire house. It had three levels, and it was eclectic, much like Lyn Chapman's. All I needed was a Rolls-Royce Phantom and it was exact. But hers was only two levels, and we had a huge hedge gate surrounding the entire property.
Nine months after our new house and a year since Leah had turned into a werewolf, Leah had her period again. When Leah was twenty-four and both she and Josh had finished college, he proposed to her, and I was so happy for her. I was a bridesmaid at her wedding, which was held outside in July at Josh's house, along with Rebecca, Rachel, Paige, and Addison, who I thought I'd never see again. She even let Emmalie be the flower girl, and Josh had a cousin that was the ring bearer. Alice also got to plan their wedding, lucky for her. I had never seen Leah so beautiful—or happy.
Two months after their honeymoon, Leah announced she was pregnant. She had a baby boy, Bryce, and, over the course of five years, had a daughter, Vanessa, and another son, Tyler.
Josh's family had a lot of money—like, super-rich kind of money, but not as much as us—so Leah was a stay-at-home mom, so we had a lot of play dates. Her children could never understand why Emma grew like she did—especially Bryce, who met her when she looked to be about four and she was fully grown by the time Tyler was born. We would tell them everything eventually. Josh knew about werewolves, but we kept him on the same need-to-know basis as Charlie. It was safer that way. He did eventually find out, but he was fine with it. All three of their children would become werewolves, so it was a good thing he knew. Leah kept shape-shifting after those five years, but only to make sure she wouldn't age. She knew she would have to leave Josh someday, but she would never have to leave her children. She started yoga and meditation like she told Jake she would—not for her temper, like planned, but for the stress of having kids.
A year after having Emmalie, I was completely human. I would have to change back into a vampire.
"Carlisle," Bella said before Carlisle started the conversion. "The—the morphine…it….doesn't really work."
"What do you mean it doesn't work? You said you didn't feel anything." He wasn't mad, jus confused.
"About that…. You see, it just paralyzes you. I'm sorry. You just seemed so excited."
"That's alright, Bella. Thank you for telling me, though."
So I endured the transformation process of turning back into a vampire, but remembered all my human memories, such as playing with Emma and shopping with Leah and Alice. I recall Carlisle saying, "I never thought I'd do this twice. But there's always a first time for everything, right?" Like Bella, I was a very tame reborn newborn, I guess is what you could call me. Nobody's ever been a newborn twice, either. I knew I was tame for the reason that I had been a vampire for a century, so I knew what to deal with.
Everything was perfect. I had my husband, my daughter, a great friend with her own wonderful life, a new house, no enemies, and I wasn't jealous of anyone anymore and never would be.
My story is a fairy tale you'd find in the world of horror stories—which is where we belong, so it makes sense.
The end.
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