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Things never turn out the way you plan. Sometimes, it's for the better. It happens for a positive reason.
On the other hand, sometimes it makes everything fall completely downhill.
It started out on a good note.
I was going to propose.
Rosalie was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. We just fit together. So maybe she wore the pants in the relationship, I didn't care. It was that way with Alice and Jasper.
All that I knew, was that I wanted to wake up in the morning and see her golden-colored hair sprawled out across her pillow. I wanted to see her porcelain colored skin, against mine. Her dancing blue eyes, and her dainty smile.
I had spent hours upon hours, days upon days, planning out the perfect proposal.
I wanted the location to be perfect. The timing amazing.
Of course, growing up with Alice I had plenty of ideas.
I could have hidden the ring in a slice of a cake, for one.
No, Rosalie didn't eat cake. Well, she only ate red velvet cake, which was usually only around on Valentine's Day.
I could drop it in a glass of champagne.
But she didn't drink champagne, and she was pregnant.
So, I had settled for doing it the old fashioned way. Which mean that I'd been carrying around a velvet box in my pocket for three weeks.
Part of me wished that I could have taken Jasper or Edward with me to pick out the ring. Or even Bella or Alice.
But the entire gang was slowly drifting apart, and I was forced to go alone.
I thought that I did well with the ring. It was pure gold, laced with tiny diamonds, with quite a large rock in the center. Ostentatious, I'd say, but that's what my Rosie loved.
I'd also gotten her a brand new BMW convertible, but she would get that later.
The plan was to get her a day off from work, and I planned little things for her to do all day.
I unset her alarm clock, and left a bottle of Vanilla bath pearls beside the bathtub. A bottle of champagne, and a box filled with caramel-milk chocolates.
I'd pre-ordered her favorite romantic movies, and ordered her favorite Italian food.
She had the entire day off to pepper and pamper herself, and then I had promised her a "splendid evening" at her favorite restaurant accompanied by me.
At seven o clock on the dot, I met her on her the landing of her steps and gaped at her when she gave me the most gorgeous smile I'd ever seen, and took my hand. She looked ravishing in a tight, scarlet colored halter dress and matching heels that wrapped around her calves with ribbons.
Hand in hand we exited the car and entered the restaurant.
"Oh, Emmett. This is beautiful." She gushed, "We should make this a habit. Like, once a week we go out for dinner."
"I think that can be arranged." I grinned, glad that she was enjoying herself
"Excuse me, Em, I just need to run to the ladies room for a minute."
Perfect. This gave me time to set up for the proposal.
"That's fine." I laughed, "You are carrying a baby, after all. You know, that whole, increase in having to use the bathroom thing? I get it."
She laughed, and grabbed her clutch, before scurrying off to the bathroom.
I sat back and admired the candle lit table, sprinkled with rose petals.
I patted my pocket to make sure that the box containing the diamond ring was there.
I straightened out my tie, and smoothed my jacket.
Rosalie was about to be mine. Forever.
But what if she said no? Surely she could say no. What if she thought the only reason I was proposing because of the baby? What if she said no? She could say no. Rosalie could say no.
No, she wouldn't. She would say yes. She had to. She would.
Yes, Emmett. She would say yes.
I could imagine her returning, a bright, cheery smile on her face. She'd sit down, and I'd get down on my knee and tell her that she mean the world to me, and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
But this never happened.
"Emmett." I heard a whisper
"Rosalie." I breathed, frowning when I saw her face
Tears were streaming down her face. Black lines of mascara trailing down her cheeks. Her hair was slightly messed up, and she was shaking.
"Emmett." She whispered again, hiding herself under my arms
"Oh, Rosalie, baby, what happened?"
"I went to the bathroom, and there, there was blood. There was blood, Emmett."
Blood. Like her period? But if she was pregnant then…
If she was pregnant…
"Em, I think I lost the baby." She finally managed to breathe
I tossed a hundred dollar bill on the table, and wrapped my arms around her, leading her to the car.
I turned on the heater, and let her lay across my lap, crying and mumbling about how she should have never wished that she didn't want the baby. About how it was her fault. That she should have wanted the baby from the start. Her Fault. All her fault.
"But it's not your fault, babe. Rosalie, we knew that the chances of having a baby were slim from the start, and I still love you. I will always love you."
"But we were so close." She whispered, "We were so close. I finally was pregnant. We never even imagined that I could be, and I thought that I could finally have a baby. We could finally have our baby, Em."
"And we will, Rosalie. When the timing is right."
"I wanted it so badly."
"I know baby, I know."
I sat in that car rubbing soothing circles into her back for countless hours. Long enough, that the sky turned black, and the restaurant lights went off, and the parking lot was empty.
And for her, I would sit there for eternity. As long as it would take, I would be there for her. I would wait for her forever.
I just only wish that I could have taken the opportunity to ask before it was too late.
Aw, guys. This chapter was very difficult for me to write since I'm a character writer and I didn't originally plan for this to happen. Like I said before, my characters develop, grow, and make decisions on their own that ruin my plot outlines, but in the end, make for an even better story than originally planned.
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