I smiled over my baby until dawn when Carlisle had to come back and practically drag Emmett and me from the room. The few hours we spent away from Rosslyn already seemed much too long. When we received the phone call from Carlisle that we were allowed to come back, Emmett and I sped there as fast as we could. Emmett and I quickly found our way through the hospital and stood in front of Rosslyn's door. I took a deep breath as I heard the most angelic, sweet, musical, childish giggle on the other side of the door. Emmett turned the door handle and I took his hand in mine as we crossed the threshold and caught Rosslyn's ocean blue wide round eyes. He smiled his broad grin and laughed sweetly. I loved that sound. He still looked extremely sick, but there was a light in his face that showed that he was fighting for his life. He was propped up on a pillow. His body looking even frailer than last night in the moonlight. I smiled back at him and walked closer Emmett following close behind.
"This is Rosalie and Emmett?" Rosslyn asked. I gasped in awe at the sound of his musical baby's voice. I loved the way he had pronounced our names. He had an unusual amount of mature pronunciation for a child this young but his voice was still so youthful and sweet. Rosslyn looked up to Carlisle and then smiled back to me. My arms twitched fighting the urge to just wrap him in my arms and hold him forever. Carlisle nodded. I walked closer to Rosslyn and he held out his hand to me and beckoned for me to come sit beside him. He scooted himself over. His arms looked like they would break under the small amount of pressure and energy he had used. He looked so fragile. I wanted to protect him.
"You're really pretty Rosalie. I like you already." Rosslyn giggled smiling widely and winking, his eyes sparkling. Oh, that was my Emmett made over… I heard Emmett chuckle behind me and Rosslyn looked up to him. "Carlisle told me about you already. I can tell we're going to get along just fine." He laughed and lifted his hand to Emmett. I looked to Emmett my eyes begging him to be careful with Rosslyn. Emmett did have a little trouble suppressing his strength. He broke something of Esme's at least once every two weeks. Emmett took Rosslyn's hand extra extra gently and chuckled as Rosslyn shook his hand. Rosslyn's hand looked so much more fragile and small compared to Emmett's although Rosslyn's skin was almost as pale as Emmett's. Rosslyn took his hand back and placed it in his lap.
"As soon as I get this IV off, you and me arm wrestling." Rosslyn smiled. "You don't even have to let me win just because I'm little okay?" Rosslyn acted so much different than the typical four year old. He was so much more mature. It was hilarious. The words he spoke didn't match his delicate baby's voice. Carlisle told us he had to get to work but he would check on us later. Rosslyn talked with us for hours before a nurse walked in to check his progress.
"Now sweetheart try not and get too excited okay? You don't want to get too tired. Take it easy." She said refilling the medicine in his IV and checking his pulse and looking at some of the machines he was attached to. She seemed pleased with all the results and left us once more with a warm motherly smile.
"That woman annoys the heck out of me." Rosslyn admitted when she had closed the door. Emmett burst out laughing. I widened my eyes and smiled. That was another moment of Emmett coming through Rosslyn again. "She's always acting like I'm three years old and I'm not. I'm four." He said holding up four tiny, thin fingers. "I don't want to play with easy peasy puzzles and stuffed animals anymore" He rolled his eyes and I laughed.
"Now Rosslyn she's just trying to be nice." I giggled. I loved the sound of how motherly my voice sounded.
"Sure… But even you'd get annoyed at playing with Todd the Teddy Bear. I promise I have nightmares about that thing." Rosslyn laughed his musical laugh. Emmett laughed with him. Those were the two most wonderful sounds I'd ever heard in all of my existence. I joined them. I truly felt happiness leaping through every cell in my body.
"Rosslyn, tell us more about you sweetheart." I smiled brushing a curl from his face. He grinned and took a deep breath starting.
"Well… I really like the sun but they never let me out they just open the curtains. That's what I miss most. I don't really remember my parents though so I don't miss them that much. I want to be a doctor when I grow up. That would be fun. One time I was allowed to get out of bed and look around here and visit the other kids for my friend Brady, he was in the room next door but he got to leave last week, his birthday party last month. It was so cool! I was allowed to eat ice cream. Oh I love ice cream. Chocolate is the best." He was smiling with the memory.
"Let's go get ice cream then." Emmett said smiling. I glanced at him worried that they wouldn't let Rosslyn leave. We called the nurse and she pursed her lips into a line when we asked if we could take Rosslyn downstairs for ice cream.
"You'll have to be so careful. I mean it. And bring him up as soon as possible. We don't want him to get too exhausted." She said as she brought in a wheel chair for Rosslyn. Her muscles tensed as Emmett lifted Rosslyn ever so carefully, like he was a soap bubble, into the chair. Rosslyn cheered. He was so happy we were getting him out of his room. He thanked us millions of times. He never stopped smiling. When we made it downstairs to the cafeteria, Rosslyn ate the ice cream ever so slowly, like he was savoring every bite. He clutched his stomach and wrinkled his nose when he had finished licking the bowl. I was afraid he'd felt sick so I stopped breathing.
"Awww you guys wanted some?" He said blushing that he had eaten it all by himself. Emmett and I exchanged a glance and chuckled.
"No don't worry about us Rosslyn. We don't eat ice cream." Emmett laughed.
"You don't eat ice cream?! What are you vegetablerians?" Rosslyn asked his ocean blue eyes wide in shock.
"Yes I guess you could say that we are vegetarians." Emmett chuckled and winked at me. "Now we probably have to get you back to your room now unless you want to make a run for it." Rosslyn chuckled and jolted his eyes toward the door.
"Serious?" He asked and put his hands on the wheels of his wheel chair like he was about to take off.
"Soon enough." Emmett said and grabbed onto the handles of Rosslyn's chair. Rosslyn reached his arms up towards me though a gesture I had seen numerous children do in movies, some in real life to their mothers or fathers. It meant he wanted me to hold him. I took a deep breath. I had always dreamed of holding my own baby. I gently lifted my baby into my arms being ultra careful. He wrapped his tiny arms around my neck and laid his head on my shoulder. He was exhausted already. It felt so right to have him in my arms. He fit there perfectly. I sighed slightly. His scent was human. It was delicious, but it held no real appeal to me. I loved Rosslyn too dearly to ever think about hurting him. Soon Rosslyn was asleep his breath soft and even on my neck. I continued holding him, stroking his sweet dark curls and kissing his cheek softly even when we had made it back to his room. Emmett smiled his arm around me.
"He's ours Rose…" He whispered caressing Rosslyn's cheek with his fingertips. I loved the way those words sounded rolling off of Emmett's tongue. Emmett and I sang softly a lullaby to our baby until Rosslyn's eyes fluttered open again.