Rosalie's POV

England

September 7th, 1935


I was walking to the hospital's mailroom to retrieve mail from Emmett like usual.

Yesterday, I went to the doctor to have him examine me and he told me I was four months along by the looks of the sonogram. The doctor also told me that I was expecting a boy, which made me unconditionally happy. I imagined that the child was going to be a boy so the first time in months, imagination could turn into reality.

I was happy that the nausea toned down so I was able to work in the hospital without interuptions. As the days go by, it had been a major count down until I would be able to see my Emmett again.

I entered into the mailroom, seeing other nurses scattering around the lady at the desk with mail. The crowd finally grew less for me to be able to retrieve my mail. The lady gave me a package and two letters. I carried them to my room I was staying for a month before I was going to go home. I entered into my room a minute later, reminding myself the pale room with a white bed and a quilt Bella knitted for me to give to the baby.

I sat onto my bed in a peaceful tranquil, zoning out the reality to make room for the possibilities that seemed impossible. I torn the top of the envelope of first letter I was going to read, unfolding it to see the entire page.

My dear Rosalie,

The days are coming closer when I'm able to see you again. The temperature in France grew colder, tormenting the soldiers through the chilly evenings. Edward, Jasper, and I have been well through these circumstances. Thank you for the sweater you sent me. It turned out to be beneficial to me. Edward's foot is completely heeled and Jasper and Alice's relationship remains a secret like I told you a month ago.

You have no idea how much I love you for being faithful to me. I don't know if I would have survived if it weren't for your words you send for me everyday. How is your family? Despite what happened with us, I am still concern over them because they were once the only family I ever had. Now the army became my new family (well Edward and Jasper). I heard that you're well, which I am thankful for but I almost heard there's a surprise. Edward told me that I have to wait until I return to England. It makes me want to leave sooner so I would be able to see the surprise.

Well anyway, I told you that I have been having French lessons from a soldier. You told me that you wanted me to write the next letter in French but I decided to write two letters on the same day. You might laugh at me because my French isn't in the best quality. I remembered that you took Italian lessons from an Italian tutor but I bet you can translate the words from Latin roots you were taught to identify. As always, I'm looking forward to your next letter.

Yours truly,

Emmett

I opened the second letter, seeing that it looked foreign to me.

Rosalie Cher,

J'ai été vous manque de plus en plus tous les jours. Il est difficile de savoir que Royce peut vous blesser et je ne peux pas être là pour vous protéger. Comme Jasper me dit presque tous les jours, "L'amour triomphe de tout» et je crois que nous reverrons. Je vous promets que nous ferons. Je préfère mourir que de ne jamais vous revoir. Pour ne pas être en mesure de vous détenir ou de sentir tes lèvres sur les miennes ne serait pas digne de vivre. Je vous ai envoyé un cadeau que j'ai fait à partir des morceaux de métal que j'ai trouvé sur la terre. S'il vous plaît pardonnez-moi si c'est un peu sale, mais il a été sur le terrain pour qui sait combien de temps. Je voudrais pouvoir vous donner des choses et de vous gâter plus souvent. Je suis heureux que nous sommes en mesure d'écrire à tous les autres, mais chacun, comme dans le monde, je veux l'impossible. Je t'aime ma chérie.

Love,

Emmett

I walked out of my room to find Marie, the French nurse that often cured the elderly. I tried to translate the letter but I never learned French. I instead took lessons on Italian from a tutor who was born and raised in Italy. My parents had to pay the tutor the flight in order for him to arrive in England.

I knocked on Marie's door, hoping she wasn't busy. I opened the door to see that she was just sitting on the bed casually. "Hello Marie."

She beamed, showing me the wrinkles on her face. "Hello Rosalie. My, look how big you're getting."

I blushed. "Is it really showing?"

"Well it's not showing that much but I do see a little bump underneath your dress. Just wait until the father gets to see it," she chuckled, remembering when I told her about Emmett. "How can I help you?"

"Emmett decided to write in French and I was wondering if you can translate for me?" I gave her the letter that was filled with French.

She grabbed her glasses from her nightstand. "Alright it says:

Dear Rosalie,

I have been missing you more and more everyday. It's hard to know that Royce can hurt you and I can't be there to protect you. As Jasper tells me almost everyday, "Love conquers all" and I believe we'll see each other again. I promise you we will. I rather die than never to see you again. To not be able to hold you or to feel your lips against mine wouldn't worth living for. I sent you a present I made from scraps of metal I found on the dirt. Please forgive me if it's a little dirty but it has been on the ground for who knows how long. I wish I could give you things and spoil you more often. I'm happy that we're able to write to each other but like everyone in the world, I wish for the impossible." She paused to look at me as tears were falling down my cheeks. She sighed as she continued to read the letter. "I love you. Love, Emmett."

I sniffled, wiping the tears off my eyes. "I have never been this emotional when I read his letters. I guess it's more emotional when someone else reads it for me."

She gave me a sympathy smile. "How are you feeling?"

I placed my hand on my stomach. "I feel so happy because it's like Emmett hasn't really left me."

"Well you are carrying his child after all," Marie pointed out, laughing at me being obvious. "You should get some rest."

I nodded in agreement. "Thank you so much, Marie."

I walked out of her room, shutting the door gently behind me. I walked towards my room as I was following Marie's advice to rest so I wouldn't loose the baby. I was in love with it because the baby was purely Emmett. It never left me in the cold silence, as I knew the baby was here with me in some magical way.

I opened my door, closing it behind me. I turned around and shook in place. The person I never expected to find me did and apprehension built into my system. Nausea kicked in, not wanting to be in the room but felt trap regardless on the actions I wanted to take.

Royce was sitting on my bed.

He grinned at me, holding his cigarette between his fingers. "Rosie, you look all pale."

"You gave me a fright that's all," I assured him, walking towards my window to avoid eye contact.

"Stand still so I can get a look at you," he demanded as he stood up from the bed. I obeyed, looking down at my swelled up feet. I felt him coming closer with his aura giving me an alarm. I coughed at the smell of his cigarette, turning my head to save my lungs. "Well you're pale, your eyes have purple lines underneath, and," he looked down at me. "You look like you gained weight."

I closed my eyes. "Good observations."

He chuckled. "Oh you haven't gain weight. You're pregnant."

I looked up to avoid him. "Good job, Royce. You should work as a police officer."

He chuckled again but this him he took a puff of his cigarette. "Wow I'm going to be a father. Now lets celebrate!"

"How do you suggest we celebrate?"

He moved his hands towards my back, unbuttoning my dress. I was completely frozen in a state of shock that he wanted to do this out of all the days we were married. He slid the dress down to get a view of my bare body. "It's time for some fucking!"

Nausea almost escaped my mouth but I followed it down because I knew it wouldn't be appropriate for right now. He went behind me, holding my waist with his fingers. I heard him unzip his pants, hearing my heart pounded from the sound of panic.

At that moment, he was in me.

I gasped for air, wanting him to get off me but he was stronger than I was. He liked that I was vulnerable to him as he plunged into me further so I would be in tortured. I screamed, trying to get him off me but he stabbed me harder for me to stop moving. Tears were sliding down my cheeks, trying to control my sobs so he wouldn't hear me. If he heard me sob, he would grab his belt and whip me until I stopped. Knowing his parents, his father treated Royce the way Royce was treating me now. If I didn't do what Royce wanted, a punishment was going to be delivered painfully.

He groaned aggressively, hoping that I wouldn't stop him from completely his mission. "Yes..yes keep screaming. Oh fuck me!" I touched my stomach, hoping the baby was alright but I didn't feel any movements.

A minute later, he stopped with a sigh of satisfaction. "Well kid, that was a swell ride. I'll see you tonight."

I heard him walk out of my room, slamming the door behind him. I broke out into sob the moment he was gone, collapsing on the ground to bury myself. I wanted to die because of him for fucking me, especially when I was carrying Emmett. I smelled the cigarette Royce dropped onto the ground, getting up to throw the cigarette out of my room. I dropped the cigarette into the trashcan and immediately walked back to my room to cry. I went onto my bed, crying heavily with constant panting to control my breathing. I placed my hands on the stomach, rubbing it to make sure it was okay from what just happened.

"Please don't leave me," I whispered in a sob. "I won't give up on you."