Oh, The Places You'll Go!
KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
Rosalie was lying in bed. Emmett was asleep next to her.
She lay on her stomach, her head resting on her arms as she watched him sleeping.
He was on his back, one hand under his head, the other lying on his stomach.
She watched his chest rise and fall.
The wind blew the curtains, ruffling them a little and Emmett stirred slightly but didn't wake up.
Rosalie smiled.
Her clothes were in the wardrobe and her shoes were by the door.
Her shampoo was in the shower, alongside Emmett's soap.
Her paintings from Bella hung alongside Emmett's.
How far she had come.
"You OK?" Emmett murmured sleepily and she looked at him, not realising he had woken up. His eyes were drowsy and his smile was soft. She smiled back and he loved her, loved her messy blonde hair and dark blue eyes and sweet smile.
"I made it." She whispered, "This was the place I was trying to get to when I left."
"If you'd agreed to go out with my sooner, you'd have gotten here a lot faster." He teased and she slid across the bed, resting her head against his chest, hearing the soft thud-thud of his heartbeat.
"I got here exactly when I was supposed to." She replied.
And she closed her eyes and she slept.
A/N: Rosalie is a kind of a wizard. She arrives exactly when she intends to. More either tonight or tomorrow. Probably tomorrow as tonight I will be geeking out at the Final Fantasy Distant Worlds 25th Anniversary concert at the Royal Albert Hall because I'm a super cool person.