Chapter 27

Rosalie POV

Tears leaked down my face, sobs racked in my chest.

I couldn't believe it, just couldn't.

I felt that my entire existence was entirely wrong, though I've felt it before, I fell like my existence is a sin that can never removed from the face of history. I buried my face in my hands and kept sobbing nonstop.

Time became a blur to me, I don't know how long it was I cried, nor did I know how much time passed when I sat there, zoning in and out of reality.

"Rosalie?" The nurse looked at me, concern pooling in her eyes.

I looked at her numbly, my mouth fell open slightly, but I couldn't get a word past my lips.

"Dear, you need to eat, to make you and your baby stronger; do you want me to feed you?" she asked, lifting up a spoon filled with jello up to my mouth.

I turned my head away, though the action took up a lot of energy out of me and caused me to get dizzy. When she grasped my shoulders gently, I wrenched myself free of her hold.

"Don't touch me!" I recoiled and hissed in anger at her.

"You're baby will take to many nutrients from you, you'll get sick, and you can die from this malnourished state!"

I screamed at her, "I don't care anymore! I'm too diseased and disgusting to give birth to anyone's child! I don't care who the father is! I'm not good enough to give life to a pure life like the baby growing inside of me! The baby can live, but I don't want to! I'm tired of bearing this disgusting sin, for being touched by the blood of my family! I'm disgusting!" I threw my pillow and screamed as I knotted my fingers into my hair and sobbed into my palms.

My tears felt hot against my flesh as they pooled in my cupped palms and then slid down my arms like trails of fire licking at my skin.

"Rosalie, you're not disgusting; and it's not your fault that you were raped by your father!" she hugged me to her; the warm scent of vanilla touched my nose. "Honey, you're as pure as an angel in heaven, you did nothing wrong; absolutely nothing! This baby is a blessing, because you're reproductive system is damaged—the doctors thought from the day that you were born that you'd never be able to conceive, we thought that you wouldn't be as lucky as your mother."

I looked up at her and asked, "What?"

"You're mother, before she put you up for adoption, told us that she never thought that she could have children; darlin' didn't you know this?"

That floored me, and I stared up at her in shock.

Adoption?

I'm adopted?

Emmett POV

I fell back on my ass into the cheap couch that my father had in his office. The fake leather squished and made a strange noise as I repositioned myself.

"I can't believe it…"

My father looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. "It happens to the best of bachelors. I'd thought you'd be angry." He said, sounding skeptical.

I laughed haughtily, "How can I be angry?"

"Because the girl is pregnant?"

"So what? I loved her from the moment I saw her! And then I hear news that she's pregnant with my child? How can news get any better than that? Did you to an amniocentesis?" I asked, leaning forward.

My father nodded, "Yes, it's the only way that we could get DNA out of the fetus, don't worry though, the baby is fine."

"I'm keeping her and the baby." I said automatically.

My father sighed, "I was never going to keep you apart from them, since the child is yours after all; though if it wasn't, I was going to ship that girl off, just like the last one."

I sighed, my brows pinching together, "Father, I'm grateful that you did that so long ago…but I was younger then…I know that just a few years don't make a difference in my maturity, but I'm adult enough to have to deal with my own problems now. I want to have a family, and I'm going to make mistakes, and I can't have you correcting them every time I make a blunder. Can't you just let me walk on my own two feet for once?" I asked.

My father sighed, and then nodded reluctantly. "I know I should…I'll keep my distance from now on, and I'll only give my help if you absolutely need it, or if you ask for it. Does that sound okay?" he asked.

I smiled, "That sounds perfect to me, dad."