Rosalie's POV

England

October 10th, 1935


Today was the day Emmett was returning England for the weekend.

Emmett hadn't written to me for a month but it was all explained. Edward told Bella to tell me that Emmett needed to focus on the army but he still sends his love to me. I admitted that it felt strange not to be able to write to him but I accepted it because I loved him. I wanted him to know that.

I was looking at myself in the mirror, looking at my changing belly. Emmett would defiantly figure it out by the time he sees me. I wondered if he actually knew about the baby by Edward or if he kept his promise by not telling Emmett yet.

I traced my round belly with the tips of my fingers, hoping the baby could tell that I loved him.

I was at Royce and my home because Doctor Masen told me to rest for the weekend. I couldn't argue with him because I always felt exhausted so I took his advice to rest for the weekend. The three nights Emmett and I would be able to spend together.

I grabbed a dress out of the closet, the only dress that be able to fit my without suffocating me. It was an egg white color with lace all over it with matching hat and gloves. It was a gift from my mother after she heard about the baby.

I placed it on, noticing how the dress tightened my belly to make it even more noticeable. I grimaced, closing my eyes in frustration. I wasn't satisfied with my body, but I kept reminding myself on how it was worth it. I remembered how I got into this situation and I didn't regret it once I found out.

I would never forget the night where Emmett and I made love for the last time. It was a breezy night…


Flashback: May 8th, 1935

I giggled as Emmett carried me into his room the bridal way. It was at my mansion while my parents and the Kings were out to eat dinner. I told my parents I was too sick to participate in the dinner so they knew the right thing to do is to leave me in bed so I wouldn't get ill. I didn't feel right about lying to them but I knew I had to be with Emmett before he left in two days. The saddest two days of my life.

Emmett giggled with me childishly as he kept tickling me, kissing my neck passionately. He opened the door to his room, showing me his neat room with his duffel bag set aside against one side of his room. Head first; he walked me into his room without banging my head against the entryway. "Well Miss Rosalie, where would you like me to put you?"

I hummed melodically. "How about your bed? Looks pretty comfortable."

He hollered his laughter as he charged me to his bed. I laughed, unable to control my laughter as I landed onto the bed. He collapsed gently on top of me, looking into my eyes. I saw passion in them, seeing the glow he built in his cores. My lips found his, slithering my tongue into mouth to make sure he wouldn't leave me.

We paused, panting from the intensity we built into the kiss and the apprehension of not knowing what was going to happen next. I saw that he was undoing his pants with his eyes never leaving mine to distract me. I placed my hands onto his thin white long-sleeved top, unraveling it so I would be able to see his bare chest. He smiled at me for helping him, chuckling to himself. I slid off his top after I unraveled it, seeing his beautiful chest for the last time. I kissed it, sucking his chest to leave a mark, hearing a groan break free from his lips.

He looked at my dress, seeing the determination in his eyes to remove it off me. "You don't mind if I rip your dress, do you?"

I smiled, shaking my head. "I don't care much about anything but you right now."

He placed his fingers at the top of my cleavage. I ripped my fragile dress in half, not caring how perfect he ripped it. My breasts were exposed in front of my eyes, feeling a slight breeze on them to develop goose bumps. He buried his face between them, laying his head on one side. "I'm going to miss this body."

I chuckled. "I'm glad that's one thing you like about me."

He lifted his head from my chest, turning his eyes on mine. "There's more than that, Rosalie."

His lips found mine, clinging my body to his. He was in me in that moment, as we had to pause to groan in reaction. He thrust me smoothly to make sure he was really in me. He looked like he was aggressive with me as I burst out in laughter. Not stopping, he raised his eyebrow. "May I ask what's so funny?"

I continued to laugh. "The way you're looking at me. It distracts me—" He interrupted me by thrusting me harder, making me laugh even harder. I groaned in pain as he did too, holding my thighs tightly so he wouldn't loose grip of me. "Oh…Emmett."

His lips found mine with a sense of passion in them that made me not want to let go. It was the taste of claim he had for me, never letting anyone have me but him. I had to admit that I was in love with the taste because of that reason.

Minutes later, he collapsed onto his back panting. I was panting too, smiling because I had never felt more alive than I did at that moment. The first time we made love wasn't as thrilling as it was this time. I looked over at Emmett, looking at the man I loved with a sense of adoration.

"That was wonderful," I complimented, whispering to him sensually. "Thank you for tonight."

He went onto his side that was facing me, kissing my neck the way he knew I loved. "I'm just glad I get to be here with you."

I looked over the clock kept at his nightstand. It was 2:10 in the morning with the light from the moon hitting the clock. "I probably should get back to my room—" he interrupted me by groaning. "You knew I had to leave eventually."

"I knew but I don't want you to leave. Especially with the amount time we have left." I frowned at the fact that he was sooner than I wanted.

I kissed his cheek. "What do you suggest we do, solider?"

He smirked at the nickname I gave him. "You do have plenty of room in your bed…"

"Carry me away, soldier."

He got up from the bed, not caring that I was staring at him. He walked to my side and picked my up the same way he did earlier. He walked towards the door, pressing his lips against mine at the same time to distract me. I didn't notice where we were nor did I care as long as he was still holding me.

We stopped the kiss when we reached the grand staircase. We looked into each other's eyes as he walked up the stairs effortlessly. "I could walk if it's easier—"

"Nonsense. This is very easy for me," he continued to walk up the stairs. "Besides, I have to practice for the army."

I snickered at his comment. "You said I was light."

"You are light, but I do have to carry a lot of stuff so this is a tiny warm-up for me."

I laughed, wrapping my arms around him. "At ease, soldier."

We finally made it to the top as he walked through the hallway that led to my room. His found mine again, continuing from where we were before we approached the stairs. I felt his nose bump against mine strangely but didn't mind the feeling.

I opened my eyes, seeing that we made to my room. He placed me on my bed while he placed himself next to me, lying on his back. I sat up to get a better look at him. "Emmett, please hold me."

He obeyed, hugging me closer to his chest. "For as long as you want me to." I placed my head onto his chest, closing my eyes to drift into a deep sleep.

I woke up the next morning to see that he didn't leave my side. I was still lying on his chest, feeling relief that he didn't leave earlier. I looked up to see that he was still asleep, sleeping upright with his head against the pillow upward. Looking him at him while he was asleep was peaceful, seeing the man I loved resting by my side. The reminder of him leaving me tomorrow made me frown while I was lying on his chest. I closed my eyes, hoping that the day for him to leave would go away forever.

Flashback ended


The result of that night laid in me, changing my body day to day. I didn't regret that night because if it weren't for Emmett, I wasn't as miserable as I would have been empty handed.

I heard the horn from a motorcar outside, knowing exactly who it was. It was Bella with her motorcar because she and I were going to the docks together to meet our loved ones. I lightly jogged out of my room, holding onto my stomach with one hand and my hat on the other. I held the handrail but holding onto my belly with the other as I ran down the stairs. I walked the rest of the way to the front door, feeling exhausted from the energy that was sucked away from me.

I walked towards her car outside, adjusting my hat to make sure it looked perfect. I approached her car, opening the door and closing it when I entered inside. She begun to drive away, heading towards the same direction I drove when I headed towards the docks five months ago.

We finally made it to the docks, seeing that a crowd of people were huddling around the area where the boat was going to land. Bella and I were stranding among the crowd, smelling the sweat from people that was from the sun exposure. I turned to her to see how she reacted to the smell but it wasn't anything. "Look over there!" one of the people exclaimed.

I turned to the water to see that there was a ship in the distance. Emmett is almost here!

The crowd cheered, shouting their beloveded's name to have the soldiers hear them. The ship was coming closer to the docks, seeing a little detail in every minute. Five minutes later, several men tied the ropes down, as the soldiers were ready to get off the ship. The woodened ramp that was built several years ago parked at the entryway of the boat and park of the docks.

Soldiers walked down boldly, having serious looks on their face like they were frozen. I searched around to see if I could spot Emmett among the men boarding off the boat. I stretched my fingers out and glued together except my thumb to make a shield for my eyes. "There they are!"

I looked over at the direction Bella was looking at and she was right. I beamed, seeing my Emmett and Edward walking down the ramp. Emmett was wearing a brown jacket with a white shirt underneath, noticing that he wasn't wearing the sweater I sew for him. He was also wearing a light brown cap that I have never seen on his head while Edward was wearing a white shirt with black spenders. I hardly recognized them and yet Bella did, which amazed me. Emmett changed maturely like he wasn't the child-like adult I grew up and fell in love with. A pang of disappointment flew by me to know that the days Emmett spent together were only memories. He had to be rational now that he was in the army to save our country.

"Edward!" Bella shouted, waving her hand high in the air so they would be able to see us. They both immediately looked our way but I was surprised how Emmett looked. He walked the opposite direction while Edward ran towards us with a pleased smile. Edward rammed his lips against hers; lifting her up like she weighed nothing at all. My jaw broke open, wondering about Emmett and why he didn't come with Edward. They both paused, looking at each other with glow in their eyes. "Oh Edward, where is Emmett?"

"He's getting your car," Edward explained, wrapping his arm around Bella's waist. "He said he would be here soon."

We started to walk away from the crowd to stand on a curb near the parking lot. I looked over at Bella who was kissing Edward's neck passionately while he was looking straight ahead. I smiled, shaking my head uncomfortable to be in sight of them being passionate.

"It's nice to see you again, Mrs. King," Edward remarked. "Thank you for tending me at the hospital."

I nodded, trying to pull off a smile through my confusion. "It's always a pleasure."

Emmett finally drove his car towards the curb, parking the car perfectly aligned. Bella and I went to the back while Edward went to the passenger seat next to Emmett. He drove away from the curbs, driving swiftly away from the docks.

"I can't believe Jasper didn't want to come down," Emmett said, controlling the steering wheel as we traveled towards the street minutes away from my house.

"Well he claims that Alice is his home so I can't really blame him there," Edward shrugged, leaning his elbow against the door.

"So Edward wrote about you almost getting killed by a dog," Bella leaned forward to engage herself in the conversation. Emmett almost died and he didn't tell me? What did I do to him?

"Do you want to tell the story?" Edward asked Emmett with smirk on his face.

"I'll just simplify it for everyone. Jasper and I were on the battlefield to look for his engagement ring he was going to use to propose to Alice. Then a dog attacks Jasper and as I remembered about my revolver, I shot the dog in the head. We walked to the river near the battlefield and threw the dog in the river. Not really a life threatening story," Emmett chuckled, giving a glance at Edward.

I remained silent, feeling isolated in the car without any interaction. I looked at my belly, remembering I was never completely alone by the bump. Emmett didn't kiss me like I imagined he would, which was odd because we hadn't seen each other for five months. I looked out the window, feeling tears developing in my eyes. He probably doesn't think I love him if he decided to ignore me.

We approached Bella and Edward's mansion, which was next to Royce and mine mansion. The mansion seemed identical with the exception of color but the format was too similar. Emmett parked his car on the curb across the house to avoid getting in the way from the driveway. When he parked, we all swung the car doors out to get out of the car. Emmett walked away towards the door while Edward and Bella tagged behind him holding hands. I trailed behind him, unable to control my tears. I had to wipe the tears off my cheeks every twenty seconds to make room for the other tears.

We all entered inside the mansion, seeing the bright walls filled with portraits. I closed the door behind me, gazing at the portraits that were incredible. I walked away from them to meet up with everyone else in the kitchen.

When I entered, Edward swayed his head back and forth to look at Emmett and me. "Bella, I think we should leave them alone. Let's get ready for dinner." They walked away from the kitchen holding hands.

I heard them walk up the stairs, which gave me a cue to start talking to him. I knew that embracing him wasn't a clever idea at the moment so I gave him a smile. "Hello Emmett."

He gave me a short look and then looked down at his feet. "Hello Mrs. King. How are you today?"

Mrs. King? I was completely speechless by his remark, frozen with my eyes widened. I shook out of it, remembering that he wasn't the same man he once was. The man I knew before didn't hesitate to write me for a month. "I'm fine, thank you. Lovely mansion Edward owns."

He searched around to avoid my gaze. "Yes, it's lovely."

I looked down, looking at my swelled feet. "I missed you, Emmett."

"I'm sure you did," he muttered through his teeth, walking away from me. I looked up, seeing that he was walking straight towards the kitchen. I followed him to the kitchen because I knew I had to find out why he was behaving this way.

"Is there something bothering you?" I asked him, placing my hands against the counter.

"No," I knew he was lying by the tone of voice he picked. I frowned, seeing a stranger in front of my eyes.

I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Emmett, we used to be able to tell each other everything through our letters. Why do we have to stop being honest with each other now?"

He sighed, looking like he was surrendering. He approached me, standing at least an inch way from me. He lowered his eyes, looking like he was staring at my belly. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Knowing what he meant, I bit my lip. "I didn't want to distract you—"

He raised his eyebrow. "Distract me? Did you really want to hurt me?"

I shook my head rapidly. "No, not at all! I thought that the news would distract you in some sort of a way."

He snorted, rolling his eyes. "No, that's not the reason. You were afraid that I wouldn't accept the child right?"

"That's part of it—"

"How can I accept it? Why do you need me to accept it? It's not mine so how am I responsible? Rosalie you obviously don't love me—"

"Wait a minute! You think this baby is Royce's? " I shrieked his name, staring at Emmett like he was insane. "Is that why you were ignoring me? You thought I wanted to have kids with Royce behind your back?"

"I didn't know! Royce's father announced he was having a grandson and you didn't tell me about it so I thought it was true. You said you wanted to be honest with each other, but that's far from honest what you just did!"

I smiled, shaking his head. "No, no, no. Emmett, I had to tell Royce that this is his baby so he didn't know about us. Emmett, this is your baby, not his."

He stood frozen, slowly producing a smile. "What? I'm going to be a father?"

I continued to smile, nodding my head. "Yes Emmett. You should have told me that was the reason you didn't want to write to me and I would have told you the truth a lot sooner— "

He rammed his lips onto mine filled with urgency, raking my hair with his fingers. He pressed his entire body against mine but carefully because he remembered my condition. He paused the kiss to look at me in the eyes. "Oh Rosalie I love you!"

I laughed as he kissed me again but this time it was filled with passion. We stopped to look at each other with admiration. "I'm happy that you're not mad at me anymore."

He kissed my forehead. "Are we really having a boy?"

I chuckled. "Yes that part was true."

He hugged me, having my head lean against his chest with his arms around me to protect me. "How far along are you?"

"Five months," I answered him. "I want you to be there to see your son."

He gave me a slight frown. "I don't know if I would be alive then."

"Don't say such things. Will you promise me that you'll be there?" I closed my eyes to enjoy my moment with Emmett that I haven't had for months.

"I promise," he whispered to me. "Do you think I can stay in your house for the weekend? I was planning to stay here but I just want to be with you."

I looked up at him with a smile. "Royce is out of town for the weekend."

"Are you serious? Well this makes everything easier."

Emmett and I arrived back to mansion exhausted from the welcome home party Edward hosted (Bella hates parties but she somehow tolerated it). It was almost midnight as Emmett and I were trying to sleep on Royce and my bed. I couldn't sleep on my back as usual but it was worst because Emmett was distracting me with his eyes.

For the first time ever, he placed his head onto my chest like we switched roles for the day. I was unable to sleep on my side due to my condition but I told Emmett that he was allowed. I saw that he was looking at my round belly, looking like he was curious about something. "Rose?" I hummed my response so he would continue. "Have you ever thought of names for him?"

"No because I wanted to wait for you to return so we could decide together," I whispered to him because I didn't have the energy to raise my voice.

"Are you going to name him Royce King III?"

I snickered quietly. "No of course not."

"But wouldn't Royce want you to name the baby after him?"

"He may want that but I get a saying in the name and I'm not going to name my baby Royce. Besides, I want you to name him."

He yawned. "How about Henry?"

"Henry McCarthy? I like it."

"You know his name would be Henry King, right?"

I closed my eyes, trying to go to sleep to avoid talking about Royce. As much as I didn't want anything to do with Royce, I had to admit that Emmett was right. For that, the baby wasn't entirely Emmett's anymore. Because Royce would be protective for his son, Emmett may never see what's truly his.


October 13th, 1935

The day I dreaded the most arrived quicker than I imagined.

Emmett and I were walking together on the dock with the same crowd as three days ago. He was wearing his uniform and carrying his duffel bag on on arm while the other was wrapped around me. The ship was waiting for him patiently with other soldiers preparing themselves to board. We stopped the look at each other for the possible last time.

He rammed his lips to mine, holding me with his hands on the sides of my waist. He stopped to look at me with his eyes glued to mine like they were months ago on the night we confessed our love to each other. That day seemed years ago.

"Take care of yourself for me," I whispered to him. I kept telling him that during the entire weekend to remind him about the danger Poland waited for him to discover.

He gave my a hug, feeling his lips pressed against my neck. "I will, I promise."

We broke out of the hug to look at each other for the last until next year. I knew he say the tears that were welled up in my eyes and for that, he took it as a cue to kiss me on the cheek. He walked away from me towards the ship to avoid the vulnerability we both felt.

"I love you, Emmett McCarthy!" I shouted, not caring about if anyone heard me. I was at the point where no matter what happened to me, I would always feel strong. The day Emmett told he was going to be in the army is the day everything change permanently. The marriage with Royce taught me that life isn't as grand as everyone imagined it would be. True love does exist but it's a rare capture that might take decades to discover. But for me, it took me seventeen years.

He looked back at me, giving me a contagious smile. He waved like I did months ago, mouthing that he loved me too. He turned around to board back onto the ship. It was again possible that I would see Emmett alive or I would find out that he died in action.

No matter where life was about to take us, we had each other.

~The End~