SO here it is one of two updates i'm going to do for my stories! I hope you like this and don't worry The all hot and all human Emmett will come in the next chapter! And if you don't like the way Rosalie thinks of her baby don't worry she will change her mind about it!
37 hours of labor for this thing in my arms. This creature i was suppose to mother, to love and to care for. I had to raise his child after what he did to me, i had to look at this little thing that already looked like him. How could they try and make me do that, i had never told them what happened but still i didn't want it why did we have to keep him? My mother said it would look bad for me to give him away, but I didn't care, I hated Royce and I hated him.
This wasn't my child this was a burden for me! I hated my parents for making me keep it. No matter how much I argued I had to keep it, in my mind I told myself that if it was gone I wouldn't have to think about Royce, that my life would just go back to normal is if none of this had happened. However i knew that wasn't really goign to happen. Nothing would ever be the same, with or without this child. When they took it to clean it I was so happy, the thing was gone! The reminder wasn't here, I could pretend that for a while I was in here for something else.
I lied back in the bed smiling, there was no noise that reminded me of the thing, not yells no stupid nurses saying aw or how cute nothing. For five small minutes I was my own person no one was ruining this, not even my parents. I was free from the horrible little creature forced upon me by the world but it wasn't to last long.
Suddenly and evil screeching scream filled my room and i flinched and screamed with it, they had brought it back! I didn't want it back I wanted it gone! They tried to hand him to me but I wouldn't take him I just sat there looking at them. I might have been forced to watch it but I wasn't going to hold it or love it. I received an angry stare from my mother as she took the boy. She looked at him smiling, I didn't understand how she could look at something so horrible and worthless with such love. It pained me to have my own mother look at something I loathed so deeply with that much love.
"Hold him Rosalie." It wasn't an offer it was a request. I held my arms out and took it.
I grimaced, I could already see the thin black hair on his head. He stopped crying as soon I look him, his eyes weren't open but I knew in my heart they would be brown just as Royces were. It moved in my arms and I shuddered. I would throw the ball of flesh just as hold it. I scoffed, the nurse said he was adorable but it wasn't. This was nothing but skin over fat there would never be anything cute or adorable about this, but they said there was. I stared at it hard for a while, looking for something i liked but I never saw anything. It was ugly all over.
The doctors took it from me so it could sleep and I was thankful once again. My mother told me that i would have to raise him but I wouldn't have to care for him in public. I was ok or as ok as I was going to be with that. A few hours later I was able to leave, on the way out of the hospital my mother held him but when she drove I had to hold the little terror. It moved in my arms as we made our way to our home, I felt so... indescribable. The realization of never getting Royce fully out of my life was more than present.
I would never be able to escape Royce beause of him, the thing that I had named Tristan James Hale. I had been actually forced to name it, I had always been told that once you named something you couldn't give it away. So thats when it first stuck to me. This was mine and I had to raise it and it would need me for a long time, I cried on the way home. I had lost my life because of Royce and because of this thing.
When I got him home he did nothing for the first month but cry, sleep eat and poop. I hated it, during the night he would cry and wake me up. I did it for the first few times by force of my mother and father, but after a while it was easier for them to do it. I would throw a bigger fit than Tristan would, and they didn't like that all to much. I tried to feed him a few times but when he threw up on me i simply couldn't handle it. I had never had something like that happen to me and to hate the thing that did it made it so much worse. Never did I have to change a diaper I simply refused to do it and I had no problem getting out of that.
One day I was home alone and he started crying, I tried to call my mom to have her come home and make Tristan stop crying but she didn't answer. I lied down and put the pillow over to drowned out the sound but it didn't work. I groaned and stood up and ran into his room and picked him up and started rocking him as I had seen my mother doing before. He hadn't stopped crying so I started to cry as well, my blue eyes watered and i shook with tears. I wanted so much for him to stop crying I hated the sound it gave me such a headache and I swear my stomach was sick when he did.
I pulled back and looked at him, as i did this he stopped crying and I gasped. His eyes. They wernt brown as i had been dreded they were blue, just like mine.
Well there it is I hope you like it and I'm sorry if anyone got offended byt hat thought she had but how would you feel!