RPOV:

The next day, we arrived at Dr. Cullen's house. When walked up to the door, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen answered the door. She had a heart-shaped face with shoulder length curly hair.

The weird part about it was that she looked like she had very little make-up on. She just looked very natural.

Natural was NOT at all encouraged in my house. I lost count on how much work was done on my mother. She was probably nothing but plastic at this point. She always took like two hours to put on her make-up.

She smiled at us warmly. I could tell that she had to be a good mother with that motherly energy coming from her.

"Hello! I'm Esme!" she guided us in and shut the door.

Their house beautiful! It had to be like three stories. It was nicely decorated and it still had a homey feeling to it.

"I'm so sorry but my husband had a complication at work so he is going to be a little late. Please, set your coats anywhere!"

We sat and talked for awhile, and waited for Carlisle.

Then, a small child started to walk down the stairs, rubbing his eyes. He had little curls of bronze hair and it was amazing how much he resembled his parents. Esme mostly. The only thing strange about him was that he had completetly different bone structure than his parents.

Esme turned towards him and smiled.

"Well hey there sleepy head! How was your nap?"

He looked like he was about to say something, but he then shied away when he spotted us.

Esme walked over to him and picked him up and walked over to where we were sitting.

"Hey buddy! I'm Emmett! What's your name?" Emmett asked as he held his hand out to him, like to shake his hand. I tried my best not to giggle.

Edward turned to his mom and she nodded at him in encouragement.

He turned back to Emmett and put his small hand into Emmett's giant one.

"I'm Edward Mason Cullen and I'm gonna be a doctor just like my daddy!" he announced proudly.

We all shared a good laugh.

We talked for a little while, then Carlisle greeted us when he got home.

Dinner went very well.

I could tell they were very devoted parents. Esme was always wiping Edward's mouth and Carlisle couldn't stop talking about him.

We already made babysitting arrangements.

Esme agreed that she would watch the baby so we could finish school.

They were definitly like parents to us. Whenever we had any free time it was spent at their house, playing with Edward.

8 MONTHS LATER:

Well.. I feel horrible.

My stomach is itching and my back hurts and Emmett is getting onmy last nerves!

"Rosalie! What are you doin?"

I standing in the kitchen making lunch for Edward.

Esme and Carlisle had to go an unexpected trip at the last second, so Emmett and I had Edward for the week.

I handed Edward his sandwiche and he ran to the table.

"What? I can't make a child his lunch?" I asked him.

"Not when your this pregnant! You should let me do it! Now..go sit down on the couch!" he ordered.

"Excuse me? Who gave you the right to tell me what to do!"

"Since your carrying MY kid and you may not give a shit about her! But I do!"

Edward just turned three. He was a very smart kid for his age. Which he knew when things are gonna get ugly and he got out the room fast.

I couldn't believe he would say that to me! I couldn't help it.

I slapped him as hard as I could. From the look on his face, he looked really hurt.

I couldn't stand it! I ran out the room and locked myself into our bedroom.

Just then, I felt bad pains in my stomach.I fell on the ground.

I locked and opened the door.

"EMMETT!SHE'S COMING!"

I saw Edward running up the stairs.

"He left," Edward said simply.

"E-Edward! Baby! You need to get on the phone and call 9-1-1 ok?"

"I-I'm supposed to use the phone though.."

"Edward! Your parents aren't gonna get mad! Please? C-call 9-1-.."

Then all I saw was blackness.

EPOV:

What do I do?

I ran towards the phone and dialed the numbers Rosie told me.