Chapter 30

Rosalie POV

I kept my eyes pointed at the ground as I was wheeled out to meet with Emmett. An ache settled in my heart as I kept myself from looking at him…I just couldn't face him right now. I wanted to curl in on myself and just disappear from reality itself, making myself go away for the good of everyone else.

I was useless and dirty, I didn't have the right to be alive right now.

I bit my lip to keep from crying, and peeked up to look at Emmett. He looked so handsome as he stood there by his Mercedes, the car he loved. He wore a button down shirt that matched the black of his hair, and clung to every muscle that rippled down his torso. My mouth watered for a taste of him, and I kept my mouth from curling up into a smile. I wanted to smile at him…but something kept me from doing it.

I let my gaze travel down the length of his body, taking in every muscle, and gorgeous thing about him—yet I refused to meet his eyes, I just couldn't do it.

He walked over to me, and kneeled down in front of me so he could look me in the eye on the same level as me. He cupped my face with both of his big, warm hands and looked me in the eye with his gorgeous ones. A shiver wafted through my body, and lust started to settle into my body.

"You okay baby?" he asked me, concern entering into his voice.

I melted a little on the inside, the cold iciness that was inside me heated, leaving me ask Emmett made me into putty when he spoke to me so gently.

I smiled, letting my lips curl up into a small smile that gave me a heart stopping grin from Emmett, "Yes, I'm fine now that you're back here with me." I said honestly.

Emmett gave me a light, chaste kiss on my lips, and then lifted me up gently into his arms. My body was stiff, but I relaxed against him, despite the pain in my body—because he was worth it, and a million times over.

He set me gently in the car, and buckled me in quickly as I rested against the overly padded seat. He gave me another smile as he pulled away and closed the door with a light click. He got my bags, and everything else loaded into the trunk and slid into the driver's seat without so much as a glance at the nurse who was waving by. I smiled slightly, and waved goodbye for the both of us.

Emmett's car started up with a gentle rumble, and we were off finally…we were finally going home.

If I had the right to call his home my home….

Emmett POV

I was stiff with awkwardness as Rose sat in my car, so close to me, yet so far away.

She had seemed cold and distant when I had first arrived to pick her up, now she was silent and had a blank look on her face as she sat in the passenger seat of my car. I wanted to talk to her about the baby…and the possibility of losing it, but I just didn't know how to bring that up in a casual conversation.

I saw her look over at me from the corner of my eye, and I visually stiffened as she spoke, like I was preparing myself for her to end everything with me—but that's not what it is at all.

"I'm apparently adopted…and pregnant…." her voice trailed off