Chapter 44

Emmett POV

They had to rush Rosalie into the emergency room as soon as the blood started to pool out of her body, I was entirely numb as they rushed her into surgery, rushing away from me without telling me a damn thing about what was happening.

My father was now in there, operating on Rosalie and the baby.

God, I just can't lose her—I won't want to live if she leaves me.

From the first moment I saw her, I felt something deep within my heart that made me want to reach out to her, to open her heart to the big world and show her that not all is wrong with the world.

One small slice of horror can make someone feel that way, that the entire world is horrid and against them.

I just didn't want her to feel that, not when she is such a beautiful person, inside and out.

Ever since she has gotten pregnant, and the past became a distant memory, she had started opening up more to reveal more of her happy soul to the entire world for everyone to see. For everyone to admire.

And now there was a chance for me to lose everything that hold dear.

My baby could die, the love of my life could die.

All of it could come to an end with just a single blink of an eye.

Why didn't I just listen to her and leave the matter about her parents alone? Why couldn't I just listen and follow through with what she wanted?

Jasper was right, I should've just left it alone.

But I was too selfish to do such a thing.

I didn't deserve happiness, and apparently I wasn't the only one who thoughts so.

It was hours later that I finally got word of what was happening.

My entire family was around me now, all waiting anxiously for news to come from my father when he got out of surgery.

My mom was sitting next to me, holding my hand in a knuckle whited grip. I couldn't feel my hand, but I didn't have the heart to pull my hand away to get the feeling back. Bella and Edward sat next to Jasper and Alice opposite of us.

Alice was showing heavily, looking as though she was about ready to pop. Her arms were cradling her stomach and she was leaning against Jasper in a deep sleep. She was getting close to giving birth too, and while the doctors insisted that she go home to rest, that the stress wasn't good for her, she wouldn't hear of it and stayed with the rest of us to see how Rosalie was going to pull through.

My father appeared not too much later, looking as exhausted as we all felt.

I met my gaze and smiled, though it was a little sad.

"She pulled through, she's recovering now." he said, sighing. My mother went up to him to offer comfort.

"But?" I asked thickly, unable to meet his eyes now.

My whole world was started to crumble and I hadn't even heard the new yet.

"Rose and the babies are going to have to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation, then they'll all be cleared to go home."

The weight hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt not only relief from hearing the news, but I was also floored as I replayed my father's words through my head.

I looked up at him, standing up, unable to sit down anymore.

"Did you just say babies?" I asked, stupefied.

My father dropped his façade, and laughed at my face, and nodded happily.

"You're now the proud father of two, healthy baby boys."

"Twins?" I asked dumbly.

My mother laughed, and ran to hug me. I caught her in my arms and felt tears running down my face, unable to process just how happy I was.

When I thought that everything was falling apart, it had actually been falling together in the right places.

I can't believe how lucky I am.

Two sons, and my soon-to-be wife was still alive.

I was going to remedy our marital status as quickly as I could.

But first, I needed to see them.

All three of them.

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Rosalie POV

I feel like ton of bricks had been dropped over me, but I felt good because I didn't feel any pain.

I just…floated.

I must be high on some medicine.

I laughed giddily to myself, unable to stop myself.

I was alone in the room, with two other little beings nestled in the nurses' arms as they dressed them up quickly to feed them.

I couldn't tell what was happening, but I know that I started to panic the moment I saw Emmett's face. I reached an arm weakly out to him, but it ended up falling limp at my side as I again laughed giddily once more.

I felt tears falling down my face, unable to stop them from flowing.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed.

Emmett grasped my hand and kissed my clammy forehead gently, "You don't have to be sorry for anything, honey—you did great!" he said happily.

I couldn't understand, but looked down at the little being swaddled in blue as the nurses cuddled one into my arms, the other into Emmett's.

The nurse held my arms steady, smiling down at me when I started sobbing once more.

The babies were so small, almost too small from where I see it.

They said that they never saw the second baby in the sonograms, and that they were healthy despite their small size.

I was just happy that they both survive.

By some miracle, had too.

Thankfully, the medicine faded away quickly enough to where I could hold the babies without help from someone else.

They both looked like their father, identical to one another, and I couldn't help but falling in love with them and their father more than I have ever loved anything else in my entire existence.

I had once thought the world a horrid place, which I would've just died eventually like my foster mother before me.

Though her memory still haunts me, I couldn't help that everything of the past became dulled with the elation that I felt from holding my newborn sons.

Silas and Dakota Cullen.

That's what we decided the names to be after thinking about it for a while, and their birth certificates were now filled out.

I was so happy, that I didn't know any other feeling at the moment.

Even when my birth mother walked through the door.

Everything seemed to cease at that moment, a coalesced feeling washed over me in a wave.

We looked so much alike, she was just an older version of myself.

She was in her later thirties at best, because she too held a child that looked only to be a year old. The little girl in her arms looked at me with a bright, lightly toothed smile that melted my heart.

And the hate and fear just melted away from me.

I once again felt tears falling from my eyes as my mother gave who I think is my little sister to her husband, and she ran to embrace me with tear filled eyes.

It was almost too perfect.

Bittersweet.

But I found that I just couldn't say anything harmful to the woman who birthed me, I just couldn't ruin the happiness that was instilled within me.

I just had to learn to let go of things, and today was the perfect day to change as any.

So why not?

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I learned that my mother had had no choice when she gave me up so long ago.

She had me when she was only fourteen, she hadn't been ready when she thought that she was.

My grandparents, who are deceased, made her either have an abortion, or give me up for adoption.

"I just couldn't kill my baby," she said tearfully, "I wanted to love you, and I did so much, but I didn't want them to do something drastic, like I knew they would."

I nodded, swallowing thickly passed a lump in my throat, "I understand why you did it."

She nodded, stroking my little sister's hair, "I never thought that I would get pregnant after you…and I was lucky that I was able to have two more beautiful girls that reminded me just of you when you were born." She said happily.

I had two sisters, but the one who was thirteen, Emelia, just wasn't ready to accept that she had an older sister. But Sophia, the youngest, didn't really care as long as she was with mom.

She was looking at the baby Emmett was holding next to her as I held the other, breast feeding them in rotation to get the heaviness out of my breasts. Silas was hungrily sucking away while Kota was near asleep in his father's arms while Emmett coddled him to get him to take a nap.

The boys were easy so far, and we had been home for almost seven weeks now. My mother had come over from Seattle with Sophia to visit, and she was here often to see me.

Though I was a little disappointed that my other sister, and stepfather didn't come as often as they did.

But my mom was happy enough to hold the babies as much as Emmett and I were.

Everything was finally in place, and I couldn't be happier.

"Are you going to make them come to the wedding next year?" I asked, almost at a whisper.

My mom smiled at me, albeit a little watery as she stroked her daughters hair. "Jason is still kind of upset with me for never telling him that I had had a child before I met him. He told me that he wished that we could've found you after we married, to get you back."

"So he doesn't hate me?" I sighed with relief.

"No honey, Emelia just needs someone to stay with her when I'm gone. Jason is happy that you're alright despite what you've gone through, and he wants to see his grandbabies, but Emelia is still having some issues with accepting that she had an older sister."

"I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "It's not your fault, Rose. But she'll have to get over it, because you have a family again, and we're not going to let you go."

I smiled brightly, sniffing at her words, "Glad to be back."

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That night, my mom left before it got too late so they could get back to Seattle before Jason started to worry. Silas and Kota were in bed, snoozing next to one another in their respective cribs.

The nursery had hints of blue, but we didn't go all out.

I kissed them both goodnight before I padded to our bedroom, closing the door behind me, and putting the baby monitor on the nightstand.

Emmett smiled at me devilishly, making my heart rate pick up to the point where the blood rushed to my face and burned the tips of my ears.

This man made me feel like a young girl with her first boyfriend.

Despite our twin boys sleeping in the other room.

He had flipped my life around for the better, and had dragged me out of the darkness.

I owed him my life and more, he has given me everything that I thought I would never have.

A family, happiness.

Life.

I thought that I would've died long ago, but the moment this man entered my life, nothing had remained the same.

He opened his arms to me, coaxing me into his arms. I moaned when I felt his length press against my already soaked core. We could finally end our time of celibacy.

The discharge had finally stopped.

Not that it had stopped Emmett from ravishing me without doing anything down there anyway.

He kissed me, pulling away my lacy pajamas that were loose, easy to nurse the boys in.

He played with my sensitive nipples, and wasted no time flipping me over to strip off my underwear.

He was all the way hard already, making me bite my lip in trepidation as we skipped the foreplay entirely.

It had been way too long.

I was okay with it, and with some coaxing, he had been okay with it too.

He entered me with a harsh thrust that caused his hips to crash into mine with a fleshy smack. I gasped as he entered me, stretching me to the max with his girth.

He waited until I started to shift my hips, wanting him to move.

The pleasure tingled all over, and made my toes curl as everything zinged at once.

I couldn't keep the noises from coming out of me, even if my boys were sleeping elsewhere in the house, only a few doors down.

Emmett shifted my legs over his elbows, causing them to go up and out, he penetrated me deeper than before, and I tightened muscles when he did show, crying out at the raw, primal feeling that he was causing my to feel.

Like a coiling ball in my stomach, it twisted tighter and tighter with each erratic movement that Emmett did. He shifted his hips, hitting deep and different angles at each turn. I was crying out, feeling raw and open to him when he held me open for him to plunder me.

The only sound that could be heard between us was our bodies slapping together and my cries of ecstasy.

The ball burst in my stomach, wound too tight.

I screamed, Emmett grunted as he emptied himself in the mouth of my womb. The warmth of his seed radiated from inside of me.

He rolled over and pulled me next to him, cradling me against him.

I laughed, breathless.

"We're out of practice." I giggled.

He laughed loudly, rolling over to tickle my side enough to make me squeal like a little girl.

"I know, I only made you come once." He whispered, as if he suddenly became aware of the babies in the other room.

I giggled, shushing him and then kissing him, "You better get your game back on if we're going to make it."

He growled, nuzzling my neck with his lips, nipping my skin as he did so. "Baby, I'm never letting you go. We've been through hell to stay together, and I'm not ever letting you get away either." He said seriously.

I arched an eyebrow, "Marry me?"

Emmett chuckled, "Always."

He leaned down to kiss me, reaching over with his left hand to pin my own to link our hands together.

Our rings clinking together, forever upon our fingers to signify a bond stronger than they could ever represent.

The End

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AN

Whelp, that's all folks! It's been 7 years since I started this…I had no idea. I'm sorry that it took so long! Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed the ending, and I hope you enjoyed the story so far.

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