Hi again! The following chapter takes place shortly after Emmett wakes up as a vampire. (It was fun to think about his initial reactions to the Cullens and how Carlisle and Esme's relationship might have led him to consider the kind of life he wanted to share with Rosalie). Thanks again for your wonderful reviews, and look for two new chapters next Monday. :)

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer (who is awesome) is the author of "Twilight."

1935: Example

Emmett's POV

"Here's your room," Rosalie said, nodding at the nearly empty bedroom. "The bed is…just for show."

Emmett frowned. "What, do we turn into bats during the day? Hang from the ceiling?"

Rosalie laughed, and Emmett grinned—he'd known her for maybe an hour now, but it was becoming increasingly difficult not to try and kiss her. "No, we…most of the stories about us aren't true. We actually never sleep."

"Oh," Emmett said, startled. "I guess…that's less weird than turning into a bat."

"But it's still weird," Rosalie said quickly.

They stood in the doorway in uncertain silence for a moment.

"So," Emmett said, struggling to think of something to stay as opposed to staring at her mutely like an idiot, though he noticed happily that Rosalie was staring at him too. "Carlisle and Esme are sort of like your parents?"

Rosalie made a face and shrugged. "Sort of," she said hesitantly. "I mean, Esme's wonderful, and Carlisle…"

"He saved me," Emmett said, smiling at her. "I mean, after you did."

Rosalie nodded, still staring at him. "Right now, I'm feeling more kindly disposed toward him than usual…I mean, for changing you."

Both of them jumped slightly when they heard Edward clear his throat loudly (and unnecessarily) from the hallway. Emmett was surprised, what with his newfound enhanced senses, that he hadn't heard the other vampire coming, but Rosalie was very distracting…

"Here are some more clothes," Edward announced, handing him a stack of what looked like an assortment of shirts and pants. On top of the pile, there was even a jacket.

"What's this for?" Emmett wondered, unfolding the coat. "I thought we didn't get cold."

"We don't," Edward said. "But eventually, when you're safe enough to be around humans again, you'll have to wear it. We're conspicuous if we go out in a blizzard in shirtsleeves."

"Thanks," Emmett said, grinning at the thought of never actually needing a coat again.

"Yes, thank you, Edward," Rosalie said impatiently. "Esme's back from shopping, I take it?"

"She left the keys on the table in the front hall," Edward said. Emmett felt his smile widen when Rosalie met his eyes again.

"Do you want anything?" she asked.

Emmett raised his eyebrows.

"From the store," she amended quickly, looking more pleased than embarrassed that he'd read something different into her words than what she'd meant. "I…since you won't be able to go out for a while, I thought I'd go buy a few games or…puzzles…" she finished half-heartedly.

"Sure, whatever you think I'd like," Emmett said easily. He'd been about to ask her to get a few things if she'd be stopping to buy food too while she was out, but then he remembered that he couldn't eat human food anymore. The deer he'd had earlier had tasted all right though, so maybe he'd get used to that part of being immortal faster than he'd thought he would when Carlisle first mentioned their diet. Keeping himself occupied while under a sort of house arrest might be difficult though…unless Rosalie liked him as well as he hoped she did.

Rosalie nodded. "Okay. I'll be back in an hour or two then." She stood in the doorway for a moment longer, staring at him, and then she raced down the stairs and disappeared out the front door.

"She's really fast," Emmett said appreciatively, though he'd been more impressed with how her dress moved when she ran than the extent of her speed. He wondered warily if Rosalie was trying to avoid Edward for some reason…

Edward nodded, looking faintly ill. "Yeah, except 'fast' isn't really the word you're looking for."

Emmett grinned, realizing that he'd forgotten all about the mind-reading thing. "Sorry. But she really is beautiful…"

"Could you please try not to think about it though?" Edward said grimly, though he seemed to guess that this was easier said than done. "And yes, she's trying to avoid me, though she usually does that, but she was also in a hurry to go shopping for herself. You didn't hear it from me, but apparently the contents of her wardrobe don't seem good enough for present company."

Emmett grinned again. "Well, that's encouraging." Then a remote, but unpleasant possibility occurred to him.

To his relief, Edward snorted with laughter before he had to ask the question aloud. "No, I have no interest in Rosalie whatsoever, Emmett," he said firmly. "And she can barely stand me, so don't worry."

"Thanks," Emmett said, abruptly eager for Rosalie to come back.

"We can go downstairs and wait for her if you promise not to think about her too graphically," Edward said quickly, and Emmett laughed as he followed him downstairs. No promises, he thought, and Edward sighed.

As they moved into the living room, Emmett turned hopefully as the front door opened, but saw that it was only Carlisle, returning from his shift at the hospital. Esme emerged from the back porch, where she'd been painting, and smiled at Emmett and Edward before turning to her husband. As they kissed each other (briefly—probably for Edward's sake, Emmett guessed), Emmett could see very clearly that he wanted what they had. From what little he'd learned about her so far, Emmett understood that Rosalie had never really relished her immortality. But here were Carlisle and Esme, two people who were enjoying this life, together, and Emmett hoped that with Rosalie, he could follow their example.