Chapter 15
POV: Rosalie
Laying back on the huge comfortable bed, I tried to relax. It had been two months since Emmett and I had come back from our honeymoon and two months since I found out we were going to have a baby. Yes, Emmett had knocked me up while on our honeymoon. Now, what I didn't know was how a vampire pregnancy differed from a mortal. Alice was actually the one that found out for us.
Apparently, a vampire pregnancy develops quicker than a mortal. Where a mortal woman would carry a child for about nine months, a vampire would only carry their child for four months. I, however, had no idea how long I would be carrying this child. We didn't even know the sex of the baby, only for the fact that when Carlisle tried to use the ultrasound machine, no image would appear.
So here I am. Around three months pregnant. My stomach was getting huge, my feet were swollen, my back was hurting and so were my breasts.
With my head on a pillow, eyes closed, Demon Hunter's Heartstrings Come Undone playing on the stereo and Ali's head laying on my stomach, I rub her head while waiting for Emmett to get back from the store. I had craved chocolate milkshakes and french fries together. Which, by the way, really isn't bad.
With my eyes still closed, my phone starts to ring beside me. I don't even open my eyes to look at the caller ID. "Yeah," I say while shifting just a little on the bed.
"Babe," a somewhat excited voice says from the other end.
My eyes shoot straight open when the voice comes through from the other side. "Matt?"
"Yeah?"
"What the hell? Why are you calling? Is everything okay? Please tell me nothing has happened," I say a little panicked.
"Everything is fine on this end. But apparently, we got a phone call telling us to call you because you had some news to tell us."
The line goes dead for a few seconds, then Brian's voice comes through. "So what is this news that needs to be told? I swear to God, if that son of a bitch Royce put his hands on you, I'll fucking kill him with my bare hands. I've been waiting to sink my claws into that bastard."
I shake my head back and forth as I try to wake up. First off, someone called my boys, but who the hell would call them? Unless it was Emmett. Only one way to find out.
"Bri, who called Y'all?"
"Emmett did. I'm guessing he isn't there with you?"
"No. He went to the store about thirty minutes ago. Shouldn't be long and he should be back." I pause, thinking about if I should tell them now or wait until Emmett gets back home. Well, if he already called them then I'm guessing he's wanting me to go ahead and tell them. "Bri, do you have me on speakerphone?"
"Yeah. Everyone is here, too. I figured you would want them around when you get to the damn point and tell us what is going on." he states with irritation in his voice.
"Umm, okay, don't get mad at me, please. Or Emmett for that matter," I start but am soon cut off with Brian talking.
"Just spit it out already."
"I'm pregnant!" I holler out at him then drop my head into my hand. Dear God in heaven, don't let him kill either Emmett or me.
There's a long pause with no one saying a word. "You're pregnant," Brian's voice comes through as if he's unsure what I just said.
Sheepishly I answer, "yes"
"Do you know what you're having?" That would be Val asking. I guess all the guys are too shocked to ask any questions.
"No. We're wanting it to be a surprise." I had to lie about that.
I couldn't really come out and say, no. Emmett's a vampire and on our honeymoon, we did this thing called a blood-bond. Alice's dad, which is also a vampire, by the way, did an ultrasound and couldn't see a damn thing. NOTHING. So, no. We don't know how many kids, I'm going to be pushing out of me or what it/they will be. Sorry, cuz.
Yeah. I totally couldn't tell them that. Every single one of them would flip the fuck out.
"Dammit," Val sadly says. "That means I can't go baby shopping while the guys are out fucking around. Do you need anything? I mean, do you have everything for the nursery? What theme are you doing it in? I can help pick stuff out. Come on Ro, I need something to do while these guys act like idiots."
Hearing everyone shouting out "hey" at the same time makes me laugh. I could just see all their faces at this moment.
Before the guys start to bitch at Val, I start to talk as Emmett walks into the bedroom. "Val, I'm doing the Nightmare Before Christmas theme."
I stare Emmett down as he sits on the bed beside me, only because I haven't told him what theme I was picking and he better not say a damn thing about it. Alice or the others, too, for that matter.
"Oh." That surprised her. I bet she hasn't seen any nurseries like that before. "I'll have to check out some stuff on Pinterest. Not sure that I've seen any decorations for a baby before in that."
Shoving a couple of fries into the milk shake that Emmett handed over, I put the phone on speaker then take a bite. The sweet and salty combination hits my taste buds and I moan lowly as I closed my eyes. Emmett smirks and lets out a small laugh.
"Was that Emmett," Matt asks while I lean back against the headboard.
"Uh huh."
"Sup, Matt," Emmett asks as he places his head on my right thigh and turns his body sideways. Ali's head lifts up from my left rib cage, looks at Emmett likes he's crazy, then lays her head back down on top of my stomach.
"Emmett," Brian's voice hollers through the speaker. "You got my cousin pregnant? What the hell man."
"Dude, we're married. Remember? I think it's perfectly fine."
"He's right, Syn. If they weren't married it would be a different story." Val says and I know that she's looking right at him with narrowed eyes. "Even if they weren't, I have a feeling that Emmett would do anything in his power to make sure Rosalie and that baby would have any and everything they would need. No matter what the cost. Am I right, Emmett?"
"Absolutely, Val. I'm not going to let anything happen to either of my babies," Emmett states looking right at me and then smiles.
The thing is, I do know that Emmett would do anything in his power to make sure that me and this baby didn't do without. But knowing that he is a vampire, and has been around for a very long time, I know he's got money and is going to get this child the best of everything. Spoiling this shit out of it will be an understatement. This baby, when he or she gets older, is just going to have to look at Emmett the right way and he will give it whatever they want.
Weeks later on Halloween at three am, I wake out of a deep sleep with a wet spot under me. Well, now we knew how long I would carry a child. I just hope that giving birth isn't going to hurt as badly as I've heard everyone say it will.
"Emmett," I shove his shoulder as I move to get up off the bed. All I get is a grunt as an answer.
Shaking my head, I then move over to the closet and grab a pair of black stretchy shorts and a tank top to change into. "Emmett Dale McCarty," I holler while stripping.
Shooting up into a sitting position, Emmett looks at me while rubbing his eyes. "What, babe?"
"We've got to go. Call Carlisle."
"Are you sure?" He then looks at the clock to see what time it is.
"Babe," I start while pulling my tank top over my head. "Trust me. My water broke, so it's time."
Twenty minutes later I'm at Alice's house lying in a hospital bed. Carlisle converted one of the rooms upstairs into a hospital room. I guess Carlisle knew that we were going to need it.
There was a crash cart over in the corner, which I hope we wouldn't need, along with everything else that would be in an ER room. Blood, needles, different medications. You name it, it was here.
Alice had helped me change from my regular clothes into a gown. Everyone was in the room with me at this point as Carlisle checked to see if I was ready to deliver.
Pulling his gloves off, Carlisle looks up at me between my legs. "Okay, Rosalie. You're just about ready to start pushing. Everyone needs to clear out."
"Esme and Alice, I want y'all to stay," I say while looking at them as they start to head out the door. "Alice I want you to take pictures. Esme, you're like a mom." I don't have time to finish what I was saying because she cuts me off.
"I know, baby." She says while walking over to the bed and taking my hand. "I would be honored to be here with you. You've become my daughter over the years and you know I'm here for you." Looking over to Emmett she smiles, "As well as you, Emmett. You're welcome to this family as my son. Those two things will never change."
Seven hours later, after Alice took pictures and it felt like I pushed my insides out, Emmett and I were lying side by side on the hospital bed. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girl lying against his chest while her brown-haired, blue-eyed twin sister lay against mine.
Emmett glances over at me with a smile on his face. "So, pretty momma, what are we naming them," he asks while the smile he sports never leaves his face.
I had a few names rolling around in my head. For the past month or so I was thinking of names for both boys and girls. I knew that I wanted to name the girls after my mom, sister, and grandmother, even if it was just middle names. Looking over at Emmett, I had one question to ask before I picked names for these two little girls in our arms.
"What was your mother's name?" My eyes never leave his when I ask and wait for an answer.
"Valerie. Why do you ask?" One of his eyebrows rises as he questions me.
Valerie. The name rolls around in my head as I bite my bottom lip while thinking. I really like that name. Looking down at the little brown-haired girl in my arms and tilt my head to the right. Valerie Ann. Valerie Rose.
"How does Valerie Marie sound for this little one," I ask motioning with my head to the little one I'm holding against my bare chest.
The room is silent for a few moments. I'm guessing that Emmett is thinking it over as he looks at our little girl. One of his signature smirks comes to his face when he glances back at me.
"I like it. What about this little one though," he says while moving the blonde-haired baby higher up on his chest.
"I was thinking Serenity Nicole. But, if you don't like it, we can change it. Serenity was my sister's name and Nicole was my grandmother's middle name..." I abruptly stop when Emmett cuts me off.
"Babe, believe me when I say it's fine. I like it. So don't go second guessing yourself on stuff, okay?"
"So, you're okay with them then," I question as a tear rolls out the corner of my eye and down my cheek.
Yes. I'm crying. My mother was supposed to be here for this moment, along with me getting married, and she wasn't. Esme was and is there for me when I need her, but it's just not the same. I miss my mom and sister, even if my little sister was a pain in my ass sometimes. I miss her laughing at some of the stupidest jokes that I would tell. I miss how we would stay up sometimes after we were supposed to be in bed because she wanted me to read her a story or sing her to sleep. I miss her small feet running around the house which would always end up with her jumping on my bed.
Mom's voice singing songs while she cleaned the house or cooked is one thing I missed the most. When mom would sing while cooking, Serenity and I would be in the kitchen helping with whatever she was making. That always ended up with us three dancing around the kitchen. Her telling us stories at bedtime is another.
