Rosalie's POV

England

June 2nd, 1935


How was I going to tell Royce?

I looked at the vomit in the toilet, disgusted with the sight but couldn't believe my eyes so I kept looking at it. I reflected on what happened to me for the past months, making sure my assumption was correct. Constant eating, which I oblivious to think something was wrong, and the bedtime schedule I set up for myself to sleep at nine o'clock or earlier. The vomit was the final evidence to my mysterious problem. I was pregnant but the problem was it was Emmett's.

Royce will eventually find out but how am I going to convince him that it's his instead of Emmett's? I shouldn't find this difficult because he doesn't know about Emmett but it'll be hard to convince myself. I was never able to tolerate Royce so the thought of me conceiving his child would make me commit suicide.

Should I tell Emmett? I don't want to distract him while he's working but will the baby get him home? I had to write to him but I couldn't tell him about the baby. But would he notice the changes in me mentally? Physically wouldn't be able to identify until he saw me but mentally he would be able to tell.

My Emmett,

I'm glad that you're still alive in France. I have always known that friends will always help each other survive through anything. I can't wait until you're home for the weekend before you leave for Poland. I didn't know this but your friend's wife, Bella, is my neighbor. How strange is that? I have been kept isolated for the past month and when I finally go outside, I saw Bella Cullen walking her dog. We talked and she told me her husband has been in army for six months! Six months! I thought I wouldn't find anyone's wife in the army. Now she's in the hospital due to the illness so I'm going to go visit her this afternoon. I'll tell her to write to her husband more because I can imagine Edward suffering as much as I am.

Royce, if you were wondering, hasn't been home a lot lately. I visited my mother yesterday and she told me it's normal for men to be out late when they are younger. I asked if my father did such a thing and my mother replied, "Your father is different from everyone else." That was when I admitted that she was right after all. Royce had started to smoke regularly, which suffocated me whenever we slept in the same bed but I have no authority to stop him (unless I want to go through the incident again). If only you were home to see me.

Please promise me that you'll stay well for my sake. My feelings for you will never change as I keep repeating it over the past letters. I have been working on your sweater and I have to admit there is couple of unwanted knots accidently made in the sweater. I would love to finish it but I can only expect perfect for you.

I love you, my sweet Emmett.

Truly yours,

Rosalie

After I placed the letter in the enveloped and sealed it, I walked outside to place it in my mailbox. My nightgown dragged onto the ground with my pale skin exposing itself to the public. I wasn't living the way I wanted to live. The surroundings were too silent for my taste unlike my former mansion I loved. It was the only place where imagination was possible enough for me to survive. It was also the place where Emmett and I would be able to hold each other.

I walked towards my motorcar I received from my parents after Royce and me got married. I considered it the best gift I got from the wedding because it was a transportation that would help me to get away from Royce.

I hopped inside the vehicle without any hesitation to worry about Royce getting home late. I started the engine, looking back to make sure it was clear for reverse. I placed it into drive and without a moment of hesitation, I quickly drove away to a place better than what I should call home.


I arrived at the hospital with a box of Bella's favorite chocolates because I knew for days now Bella had been having a craving for the dark chocolate truffles. I was walking down the white halls that seemed gloomy. The smell of the chocolates made me nauseous, trying to be patient with my vulnerable system by covering my mouth. You can do you, Rosie. All you need to do is deliver the chocolates and swallow your vomit. You'll be all right.

I knocked at her door, wishing she would respond faster before I destroyed the chocolates. "Come in," she faintly whispered to me.

I immediately opened the door; heavily sighing at I placed the chocolates on the nearest table. I tried to breathe out the vomit but I failed to do so. Not caring about anything else, I escaped out of the room to go to the nearest trashcan. I vomited quickly, seeing the gruesome images that most likely would stain my mind. It was a light yellow, seeing some of my breakfast being mixed into it. I panted, feeling the burning sensation in my mouth. I vomited again, trying to clear my system that had the urge to come out of my throat.

Using my coat sleeve, I wiped the vomit off my face to hide as much evidence as possible. The burning sensation on throat felt worse than feeling the urge to vomit. I walked back to her room, walking stiffly and slowly.

Bella was lying in her bed with a rag lying across her forehead. She gave me an amiable smile despite the weakness I saw from her pale body. "Hello Rosalie."

I smiled, bringing to chocolates closer to her. "How are you feeling, Bella?"

She gave me a slight frown. "I could be better but at least I'm alive. How are you Rosalie? Are you feeling sick? I heard you throw up in the hallway."

I sighed. "I'm fine, it's not that important."

She grinned despite my misery. "I know that look. It's a look when a mother is about to have a baby. I'm very happy for you, Rosalie."

"Wait how did you know—"

"I know these things especially when I once experienced them. I had that look once too."

I tilted my head to one side. "You did?"

She nodded. "When Edward and I were on our honeymoon. We stuck to the honeymoon traditions and two months later I found out I was going to have a baby. But unfortunately, I had a miscarriage two weeks later. I gave up trying to have a child so I promised myself I wouldn't have any more children."

"So you're giving up after one miscarriage? I think that's just cowardly. You got to keep trying if you really want one," I pointed out to her. "I can't believe I'm hearing this especially from you who never gives up on anything."

"Rosalie, I'm too ill to even try. Besides, Edward might be dead before we would ever have the chance," she reminded me that froze me. "Who's the father? Royce?" There wasn't any point in lying to her because she knew how much I despised Royce. She wouldn't be convinced because I told her I never let him even held me passionately.

I shook my head. "Emmett is the father. I don't know how to tell him. What if he doesn't accept the child?"

She looked at me bewildered. "How can he not accept his child? Especially with the situation that's going on."

"I'm afraid that the baby will…distract him in some way," I admitted, biting my lip. "I don't want him to die because he was distracted."

She huffed. "And you thought my explanation for giving up on children was ridiculous."

"When should I tell him?" I asked her, giving her a chocolate truffle.

She took a bite of it and swallowed with satisfaction. "I wouldn't tell him…I would show him." When would I be able to show him? Would my stomach be visible by then? He comes in five months before he heads to Poland but could he tell by then?

I raised my eyebrow. "You think showing him is the best way to tell him?"

"Well he won't be as distracted as he would have been if you told him now."

I blinked. "You really think so? I suppose I could do that."

"All I'm saying is trust your instincts. If you really think the news is going to distract him, then save it for later," she advised, talking a little weaker than she did earlier.

I placed the chocolate box on her nightstand. "Thank you for the advice, Bella. Is there anything I could do for you right now?"

She frowned. "Bring me my husband and then you would have done enough."