Scarlett POV

"How could you be so careless!" Evelyn hissed.

"Carless?" I balanced the baby on my other hip. "I was doing what's best for mama!"

"Mama doesn't need this type of stress!" She spat.

Robert turned his newspaper. "I don't know Ev. Maybe it would be good for mum."

"See!" I explain.

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "And explain to me how?"

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders. "She could use some cheering up. She hasn't been the same since…"

"Stop," Evelyn said. "I don't want to hear it."

"I'm just saying that mum been sad lately."

Katie began to cry and I tried to bounce her. "Sssh little one."

Evelyn sighed and took her niece. "I wish you would stop teething."

"She can't help it."

Evelyn hummed a little song that calmed Katie down.

"It's too late," I told her. "She suppose to fly out tomorrow."

Evelyn shook her head. "I wish you would listen to me."

"Mum going to like this! I promise!"

"Let's hope so…"

Rosalie POV

The hotel was no "chocolate on the pillowcases". The receptionist smelled of stale perfume and the tables had ashtrays instead of flowers. It was dingy and dark. It also had been cheap. I guess you can't expect much out of this small town in England. My options were limited.

Scarlett and I had several conversations by now. They seem to get longer now. I also learned a bit about Scarlett as well. She was young with two children. She birth a son named Tommy and a little girl who she called Katie. She just finish university and she has a degree in nursing. Unfortunately, she wasn't planning on working until Katie was old enough to take care of herself. Scarlett said by then she figures she would have at least one or two more children. She pretty much wasted her education.

She added that she has an older sister and brother. Evelyn was Carlisle and Esme's firstborn child. She was a very successful businesswoman and she had three children (Olivia, Colton, and Christopher). I was interested to hear what type of business she was in. Robert had followed in his father's footstep and he went into the medical field. He was awarded as one of the best surgeons in town. He had a lovely wife and five children which I believe Scarlett said their names were Connor, Stella, Sarah, Caleb, and Zoe. His wife is expecting another baby and they're hoping for a boy this time.

I felt a little unsure. Vera handed me a plane ticket and pushed me out the door once I explained the situation. She encouraged me to see Esme and maybe find the piece that I was missing all these years. But I still wasn't quite sure whether if Esme would be happy to see me. And Carlisle. Scarlett didn't say much about her father and that raised some questions. Did he not want me to come? Had he been against it? I remember him telling me once that he kept a jar in his office full of money that he plan on using to see me. Did he still have that jar? Or did he forget about it long ago?

I just didn't know.

Later that evening Scarlett rings. "I'm driving downtown tomorrow. I'll be there by midday hopefully. Would you like to meet me at the churchyard?"

"That sounds like a wonderful plan," I replied.

Scarlett chuckles. "I'll see you tomorrow."

The next day I took a cab downtown and I stood outside the church waiting. I'm a little early and I can't seem to find Scarlett anywhere. I hate to go in without her but it looks like it might rain. I stared at the church while I tried to decide what to do.

We came here the day before I left. I remember it so vividly. Alice and I pestering Esme on where to sit. It was so warm and I thought Esme was coming to New York with me. I wasn't sure what she would do there. Where she would live or if she would leave Carlisle for another man. Maybe we could have lived together and Carlisle might have come as well. Oh, the children though? My "siblings". What would we do with them? But I didn't really have time to think things through because church ended. And then afterward they told me that Esme wasn't coming.

"Rosalie!" Someone shouted.

I turned around and spotted a short woman running towards me.

"Oh, Rose." She was breathless. "I'm so sorry! Katie would refuse to go down for a nap today!"

I laughed. "It's alright. I have five children myself so I understand."

We hold our arms out to each other and embrace. She was shorter than me and she shared the same caramel locks as Esme. Her eyes were hazel and she had freckles all over her cheeks.

"Thank you," I told her. "For everything you've done and are doing. I know she…"

Scarlett released me. "Don't worry about that right now."

I nodded my head and handed her a package. "The blouse you wanted."

"That is so kind!" She shrieks and takes the package. "I'm so honored!"

"Yes. It is a unique blouse." I said. "I didn't even mean to design it with buttons. It just sorts of happen."

"Like families." Scarlett smiled.

"I suppose so."

She offered her arm and I took it as we walked through the churchyard gates. The cemetery is cool and there is dew on the grass. The other mourners are a little way off as we rounded the corner. I always liked being in the cemetery, it's peaceful. The dead laid to rest, gravestones in the promise of not being forgotten, but sometimes those promises are broken. As a child, I like visiting the old crooked, crumbling gravestones that people haven't visited or take care of in a long time. I use to leave a single flower (that I took from Esme garden) upon each headstone.

Scarlett kneeled by a grave and placed some flowers down. "Mum asked me to leave her mother some daisies. They were her favorite."

I gasped. "This is Esme's mother? I had no idea."

"Yes," Scarlett says. "She passed away when mother was a young child. They weren't close but she tries to pay her respects."

"My God."

"Awful. Isn't it?"

Esme never mentioned her mother, not once. It never crossed my mind that Esme even had a mother. She just never talked about her.

My eyes wander to the other graves. "She died so young."

Scarlett nodded her head. "She had breast cancer. Mother doesn't like talking about it too much."

"And her father?"

"Up and left after Uncle George was born."

I shook my head. "Terrible."

We walked on and I started to notice other graves. I had gone to school with Tanya Denali. It seems like a shame that she passed away at the age of thirty-five. That was so young. And oh! Mr. Denali! The man who almost ran me over with his tracker! He's gone too! And Mrs. Uley died just a few years ago! I'll never hear her scream my name again or swat at my arm! My eyes just couldn't believe it! I realized that a lot of people were gone. Neighbors. Friends. And even Buttercup! Esme had put him in the graveyard! How foolish!

I followed Scarlett down toward the bottom of the graveyard. I turned away from the path and spotted a headstone in the distance. I went to it and felt my heart drop.

Charlie Swan.

Scarlett sighed. "Pneumonia."

"He was forty-five," I whispered.

"Renee was absolutely heartbroken."

"Is she-"

"Oh, she alive." Scarlett giggled. "Alive and feisty as ever."

"She hasn't changed then."

I remember following Charlie around the farm. We sneak away when Esme wasn't looking and he put me on a horse. He taught me how to ride my first horse. We laughed and mess around until Esme found us. She usually wasn't pleased, but she never stop Charlie either. She would simply tell us that we were silly and one day the horse was going to throw us off.

I will miss him.

Suddenly I'm young again and my heart is bursting. I remember crossing the sea that kept Esme away from me and tore us apart. I had so many different questions. Just why? Why didn't she write back?

"Would you like to go back to the house?" Scarlett asked. "Evelyn making lunch. That's where you'll see Esme. It's all been arranged beforehand."

I swallowed back a sob. "Yes."

We began to walk up the long road from the graveyard and I noticed another grave that marked a name I couldn't forget.

Carlisle Cullen

I tried to stop Scarlett. Carlisle! Had he passed on? I must know! But Scarlett kept walking and eventually, we were in town again.

"Alice!" She called out.

The pixie woman appeared from the car. "Right here Scar!"

"Alice!" I breathed.

She smiled and waved. "Hello, Rosie. Miss me?"

I ran until I was in her arms. "Miss you! I can't believe you're still here!"

"Where else would I be?" She snickered. "Come. Someone waiting for you."

I hop into the truck and Alice drove us to the house. On the way, she caught me with the latest news. After I left, Carlisle and Esme adopted her, Jasper, Edward, and Emmett. They fed and took care of eight children in their house! I just couldn't believe it! But Alice laughed and said she had the best childhood anyone could ever ask for. She had her own jewelry and handbag company that Evelyn help her finance and run. I was excited to tell her about my collection and we agreed that maybe we could combine both businesses. It would expand us even further in our careers!

She also informed me that she married Jasper right after her twentieth birthday. They had two girls name Hazel and Gracie. Both girls were very bright and studying to be a pharmacist. Gracie was even a professional ballerina and she had traveled all other Russia performing various shows! Jasper owned the farm and taught history classes at the local university. They seem very happy.

Besides that, she told me about the others as well. Edward went to school and became a very successful lawyer. He also plays the piano at some shows in London. Edward married Bella who runs a bakery with Esme. They have three children name Renesmee, Carly, and Jackson. Renesmee is a plastic surgeon, Carly is a pediatrician, and Jackson followed his father and became a lawyer. I guess the medical gene runs deep in the family…

"And what about Emmett?" I wondered.

Alice chuckled. "Oh, Emmett. He teaches."

I raised a brow. "Really?"

"Yup!" She said. "He coaches the sports teams and helps trouble youth. He also helps Esme around the farm and sometimes he makes deliveries for the bakery."

"Wow. I wasn't expecting that."

"He's excited to see you."

"I can't imagine what his wife looks like," I spoke.

Alice shook her head. "He's never been married. I guess he hasn't found the right one yet."

"What a shame."

We arrived at the house and I opened the door but stop.

"Alice what happen to Carl-"

"Come on!" Scarlett said. "She not getting any younger."

Alice rolled her eyes. "Be nice to mother."

The house was welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the walls were photographs of children and grandchildren, so obviously loved. The floor was old fashioned with a blend of deeply homely browns and the walls were the greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a tirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, its grain flowing like water in waves of comforting woodland hues.

It was stunning.

"You grew up here?" I gaped.

Alice nodded. "All of us did."

We walked into the living room and Renee appears.

"Hello, Miss. Scarlett. How do you do Alice? And oh! Here's young Rose!" She exclaims. "Hello, Rosalie."

She's smaller than me and her dark brown hair turned white at the roots. She was dressed in Christmas pajamas and she had a yellow scarf wrapped around her neck and bunny slippers on her feet. I just stared at her with my mouth wide open.

She looked at me and wagged her finger. "Look at you, all flabbergasted! Yes, I'm still here! You can't kill me off that easily!"

I held my breath. "Of course not."

She opens her arms and we embrace. Her head came up to my chin, bringing a sweet smell of lavender and then she takes my free hand in hers.

"You're looking well dear." She laughs.

"You as well."

"I've heard that you have your own clothing line! How wonderful!"

I grinned. "You always had to know everything. You never minded your own business."

"Never." Renee winked.

"She here!" I heard someone say.

I turned around and saw Jasper and Edward at the doorway. It surprises me to see them as men now! Not the young boys who use to tease me! I hugged them as well.

"Not so bad Rosie," Jasper smirked.

Edward snickered. "She grew a little."

"You boys!" Renee swatted their arms. "Be nice to our guest."

Edward rolled his eyes. "She not a guest. She family."

"Where's Bella?" I asked.

"Right behind ya!"

I moved and hugged her. "I just can't believe you're all here!"

"We can't believe you're here," Jasper said.

Edward smirked. "Took you long enough."

"Is that who I think it is?" Someone said.

I heard a creak coming from the staircase and I looked up to see him walking down the stairs. He was an old man now. His blonde hair was replaced with a fringe of grey-white hair around his balding, mottled scalp. He had a wizened face and a back slightly hunched. With each movement, there was a creak of his old bones. He had the look of one who knows that at his age life has stopped giving and only takes away.

But that didn't matter. He was still alive!

"Hello, Rosie Posie." Carlisle beam.

I felt myself trembled. "Daddy!"

This was the man who tuck me in at night and read me bedtime stories. He let me steal his fancy colors in his office so I could draw him an endless amount of pictures. I spent summers on a quilt with him, staring at the clouds that passed by. He bought me my first rabbit and taught me how to groom him. We had such a short amount of time together. But I've always considered this man to be my father.

All these years have passed and he still called me by the nickname he had given to me.

Rosie Posie. I'm still his Rosie.

Scarlett helped him down the stairs. "Now daddy be careful. You really shouldn't be standing for long."

Carlisle waved his hand. "I'm almost ninety-something years old. If I can survive two wars then I think I can walk down some stairs."

"Mhmm and that's why you fell the last time." Evelyn walked into the room. She looked so much like Esme.

Carlisle wrapped his arms around me. "I've waited a very long time to see you."

"Me too," I mumbled.

He pulled back and smiled. "You're so beautiful!"

"That's what he tells all the ladies!" Renee spat.

Carlisle huffed. "She just jealous. It's been a long time since a man-"

"Daddy!" Evelyn groaned.

Carlisle gave her a wicked smile. "What?"

"Dad I think Rosalie has other business she needs to take care of," Edward said.

"You can steal her later." Bella teased.

Carlisle nodded his head. "Yes. She has been impatiently waiting."

"Go on dear," Renee spoke. "Don't keep her waiting. She in the kitchen."

I took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen. There, sitting at the table, was an old lady. I can't get her properly into my sight. Not all of her at least. I can see the collar of her blouse and her short white hair. Her hands spread out on the kitchen table and she taps her fingers. I take a seat next to her because standing is beyond me. After a few minutes, she reaches across the table and takes my hand. Her fingers cling to mine. Her hand is as warm and strong as they used to be.

She sighs. "Here you are, my child. Finally."