Oh, The Places You'll Go!
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)
Five weeks later, Emmett asked Rosalie to move in with him.
"You should live with me." He said as she packed up her desk on a Friday afternoon. Jasper and Esme, who were sat at his desk finishing a contract, looked up.
Rosalie stared at him.
"What?"
"We should live together. You should come and live in my house with me." Emmett said cheerfully as he took her hand, guiding her towards the door. Rosalie glanced at Jasper and Esme in confusion but they simply started snickering as they waved goodbye.
Emmett didn't say anything further until they were back to Rosalie's apartment. She hadn't said anything either.
"What do you want for din-?"
"You want to live together?" Rosalie turned on him and Emmett blinked, rather startled.
"Yes. Why, don't you?"
"We've only been seeing each other for a few months, Emmett. It's too soon!"
"But do you want to live together?"
"It's too soon!"
"You're not really answering the question." Emmett grinned cheekily and Rosalie scowled at him. He crossed the room to her and brought her hands to his mouth, kissing her fingers.
"I'm not asking you to move in. I'm not going to pressure you into anything because I won't be like Royce. I'm just saying… I think we should live together. Sometime. Maybe soon. Maybe not. But maybe soon."
Rosalie stared.
Emmett smiled and went to start dinner.
Rosalie looked at the floor and then around her apartment. She looked at the canvases that Bella had brought for her and Emmett's shoes by the door and Emmett's hoodie on the couch and Emmett cooking in the kitchen.
She imagined her shoes by Emmett's door and her clothes in Emmett's wardrobe.
"What would we do with the DVDs?" She called and he looked up over the breakfast bar.
"What?"
"Well, would we mingle them or keep them separate?"
"Mingled but in alphabetical order."
Well, that made sense.
Rosalie folded the blanket that lay over the back of the couch, still thinking.
"How would we split the bills?"
"Fifty fifty. There's no mortgage to pay. We could open a joint account and put equal amounts in each month." He said casually, slicing an onion.
She nodded, sitting down and opening her laptop.
"Is that a yes?" Emmett enquired and she looked over her shoulder coyly.
"No, it's not a yes. You're not asking me to move in and I'm not telling you that I'm going to move in. All I'm doing is giving you possible scenarios. Such as… would you be willing to give up a shelf in your bathroom cabinet for tampons?"
"Of course. I'm a modern man, tampons do not scare me." Emmett flexed his arms muscles in a cheesy fashion and Rosalie laughed softly.
"So, are you going to move in with me?"
"No. I'm just emailing my landlord to find out how much I owe to buy out my contract for curiosity's sake."
They didn't speak about it further but Rosalie got a text from Bella later that night, offering the use of her pick-up truck to help move her things, leading her to the conclusion that Emmett was far more excited than his cool demeanour let on.
"Are you sure?" Bella asked her, a week later as she helped Rosalie pack away her kitchen equipment, "Not that I don't want you to because I do. I mean, Emmett's happier than I've ever seen him and you seem really happy too but it is kind of fast, but then I was practically living in Edward's dorm room a week after we met so I'm hardly one to talk-"
"I'm sure. Around 98 and three quarters per cent sure."
"What's the one and a quarter not sure about?" Bella bit of a piece of tape to seal a cardboard box and Rosalie smiled, crossing her legs as she packed her dishes.
"Just nerves."
"Well, that's to be expected really. I mean, when Edward and I got our place, and we really should look into buying a place soon because we wanted to find somewhere before we got married, but when we moved into this place it took us a while to settle because living with someone is weird and they have all these habits that you just don't notice until you live together but-"
Rosalie had stopped listening. She was too busy watching Emmett's excited face as he packed her books, talking happily to Edward as they dismantled her bookcase. He caught her eye and smiled brightly, handsomely, dimples deeper than she'd seen them before.
Maybe… maybe ninety-nine and three quarters sure.