Chapter eight, night terrors.

Emmett's point of view.

Me and Rosalie sat together in the forest until she had calmed down enough to speak.

I knew this was hard for her. She had wanted children for as long as I could remember. But she couldn't have them.

I remembered the first time I found out about her past. The most devastating day of my life. Rosalie had lashed out at me when I pulled her into a hug from behind. I was completely shocked, but just let her do it. I let her get whatever she needed to out of her system.

We were in the woods at the time, so once she had ran off, I held my arm in place and ran back to Carlisle, all the while grimacing from the pain. The only two things that I could compare to that pain was being mauled by a bear, and the venom spreading through my veins when I was turned.

When I got to the house, Edward and Carlisle were already waiting for me, since Edward read my mind. While Carlisle was reattaching my arm, Edward told me something I was never to repeat to anybody else. He told me the story of Rosalie Lillian Hale. I knew immediately that this wouldn't end well because of the expression on Edwards face. He looked like he had just seen somebody he loved die. This was bad.

Carlisle had finished reattaching my arm about half through the story, but I didn't notice. Edward's story killed me. Rosalie was such a beautiful woman. She was quite vain and snappy, but I never thought it would be because of something like this. I had felt bad for days after the incident, and I had apologised to Rose hundreds of times. She forgive me after a while, because she knew I didn't know.

"You alright?" I asked her softly, still holding her close to me. It had been hours since we left, but the time passed like seconds while I was with Rosalie.

She nodded her head, looking up at me with sad eyes.

"Yeah." She sighed, looking down again. "I just...I thought she would be mine." Her words broke my already dead heart.

"She still can be yours. You're just as good of a mother as Esme." I saw the corner of her lips lift up into a small, sad smile. She nodded her head and leaned into me again, hugging me around the waist.

"Thank you, Emmett." She whispered. I kissed the top of her head.

"It's alright. Are you ready to go?"

Esme's point of view.

I felt so bad. I knew Rosalie had always wanted children, and I was prepared to give Bella up to her for Rosalie's happiness, but she chose me. I was still happy that I had been called mommy by a little child. I had never had that experience before.

I sat with Carlisle on the sofa while we waited for them to come back. He rubbed small circles into the back of my hand, knowing I felt bad. Jasper may have been able to take the worst away, but I still thought it was my fault.

"It's not, Esme, stop worrying yourself."

Edward spoke softly from his spot by the window, having read my thoughts. I smiled at him, but still couldn't take my mind off of it. The others were scattered across the room, also waiting for them to come home. Jasper and Alice sat together on the love-seat, Jasper was reading quietly to Alice, her head in his lap.

I could smell the familiar scents of my other children come down the drive. I heard the gravel crunch under their feet as they stepped closer. I felt nervous to talk to Rosalie, but Jasper had quickly removed that emotion before I could dwell on it. The front door opened and two sets of footsteps came into the house.

Emmett walked into the room first, sending a smile my way to reassure me that it was alright. Rosalie came in next, her eyes immediately locking with mine. Before either of us could say anything, a scream of terror shot through the house, causing everybody to flash upstairs, completely forgetting the issue at hand.

Bella's point of view.

I was back in the car with mommy and daddy, my real mommy and daddy. But this time I knew what was happening. I saw the car come towards ours and flinched, knowing what was coming. The bright light flashed and the sound of glass breaking rang in my ears. I screamed as tears ran down my cheeks. I just wanted my mommy to hold me, to keep me safe from the danger, and to still be with me.

My eyes shot open as somebody shook me gently. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dark room, but when they did I saw all of my new family in the room. In a flash I was in Edward's arms, and he was rocking me gently, shushing me to try and stop the tears.

"Bella, what's wrong?" Asked Edward quietly, hugging me to him.

"I...I was in the car with mommy and daddy..the car was there...it was scary...I miss my mommy and daddy!" I cried, burying my face in Edward's chest. He hugged me even tighter, kissing the top of my head.

"Bella, remember, they're happy now." He whispered soothingly. "They'll always be looking over you from heaven, okay?"

"Okay." I mumbled, taking a deep breath in.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and looked up everybody. Jasper stood by the door, keeping his distance like he normally did. That made me sad. Did he not like me? Did he not want me here? My lip started to tremble again, looking over at him. As if he knew what was wrong, he took a couple of steps more into the room, griping Alice's hand tightly.

"What's wrong, honey?" Asked Rosalie, taking me from Edward's arms after sending him a glare. I leant my head on her chest, looking up at her.

"I don't think Jasper likes me, mommy." I whispered, not wanting him to hear. Rosalie looked at me, shocked. I looked down, my tears in my eyes again, she didn't want me to be her daughter.

Then she kissed the top of my head, and when Iooked up she had a massive smile on her face.

"Of course he likes you, he's just letting everybody else see you." She whispered, causing me to glance over at him.

"He's polite, that's all, honey." Rosalie assured. Jasper took a deep breath in and stepped forward, coming over to us. He sat down next to me and Rosalie in the bed and gently lifted me out of her arms, and placing me on his own lap. I looked up at him and giggled, playing around with his hair. I liked Jasper. I always felt calm around him.

A huge yawn escaped my lips and my eyes started to close. The last thing I remembered was somebody lifting me into bed, before falling to sleep.

Chapter eight done! This one was fun to write, since that was my first try at Emmett's point of view. I know he's normally a lot goofier than that, but it was a serious time so he wasn't. I noticed that a lot of people had noticed that I made Bella seem a lot older than she was, so I changed her in this one to be more like a four year old. I just got carried away in the other chapters, so I plan to keep her this way from now on until she grows up. So, did you like this chapter? What did you think of Bella calling Rosalie mommy too? Remember, I do take suggestions, and I will try to add the one from SuBeskreus into the next couple of chapters. Thank you for reading.

-Bambie.