The ancient vampire and the young halfling found themselves in the Library, tucked into a small corner nook. Aro settled Rosanna down on his lap and withdrew something from his robes. It was a large, black case, the type used to store instruments in. Rosanna held her breath as Aro flipped open the silver latch and gently lifted the lid. She gasped when the inside revealed an ebony colored trumpet, polished to a sparkly shine. It wasn't a traditional one like you saw professionals using on Television but instead it had more buttons on it to play a wider range of notes yet it looked smaller than a normal trumpet. A warm feeling erupted in her chest when she realized he must have created this instrument just for her.

"Oh Aro!" She cried happily. "It's the most beautiful thing ever!" She threw her arms around him and he hugged her back tightly. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome mia cara." He said softly. "Won't you play for me?"

Rosanna hid her face with her hands, suddenly shy. "I don't usually play for others." She said in a muffled voice. Aro lifted her chin to meet her eyes and pouted at her. "Not even for your Amore preferiti?" He laid his head on her little shoulder and sulked childishly, eliciting a giggle out of Rosanna.

"Favorite huh? What would Marcus and Caius say to that?"

"Well they aren't here are they?" Aro grumbled and stuck out his lip at her.

"Alright! Alright." Rosanna wriggled off of Aro's lap and picked up the trumpet, contemplating it seriously. What sort of song should she play that Aro would like? She hummed thoughtfully and then something came to her. One of her first memories of her Dad playing the Piano with Momma at his side. It was a special piece that he had written just for her, a lullaby that had proven useful in getting the twins to fall asleep, but more than that it was tangible proof of his love for Momma, something that mere words could not express otherwise. Rosanna had never written such a thing on her own but sometimes the best things in life happened upon a whim. It was a saying more contrived from her Uncle Emmett and his tendency to jump into things feet first but she expected the same rule applied here as well. Hesitantly she lifted the trumpet to her lips and positioned her fingers. Glancing upwards she saw Aro gazing at her intently. His eyes were a deep red, the color of roses. Thus inspired, Rosanna began to play. Her song seemed to combine classical and jazz in the new deep tone that her special trumpet was capable of. Rosanna felt that it was equal parts soulful and deep with a lighter tone of hope intertwined. It reflected her feelings about the separation between her and her family but the happiness she felt with her Kings. As the song drew on it became less about her mix of grief and joy and more about the love she felt for Aro, Marcus and Caius, they were her heart, her soul, her other half, all rolled into one. As irrational as it may have seemed, there was no going back now that she had her Mates. Not even the prospect of reuniting with her family could ever tear her away from them and this knowledge hurt even as she played her melody of Happiness and Love and opened her eyes to see the wonderment of it wash over Aro and soften his eyes and sweeten his smile. When the last note sounded in the air and Rosanna lowered the trumpet she squeaked in surprise as she felt herself swept up from behind.

"That was beautiful mia Bella." A low baritone sounded against her ear. She giggled and threw her arms around Marcus's neck happily. Rosanna spotted Caius over his shoulder; he was bent towards Aro, whispering in his ear urgently. Aro had a deep frown etched onto his face and they exchanged a swift glance. Marcus pulled Rosanna back and she contemplated his solemn expression.

"Is everything all right?" She asked in a small, serious voice. Marcus said nothing for a long moment, considering the child in his arms, before his lips curved upwards into a radiant smile.

"It will be mia piccolo Rosanna, it will be.

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Authors Note: This is all I have got. Remember in the first chapter (Or was it second) when I said I was doing this on the fly? Well I have kind of run out of juice on this but it was so popular that I want to ask anyone still reading if they have any ideas about how I should continue. Another alternative would be for me to fast forward this to a couple of years later and have the Volturi put Rosanna through a Boarding School. Hmm, ideas might start there. What do you guys think?