Chapter 2: Trouble

Rosalie sighed as she was driving to the daycare to drop Maggie off before going to work. Maggie was in her carrier all dressed to protect her from the cold Seattle weather. Rosalie glanced in her rearview mirror at the backseat to see her baby girl fast asleep in her carrier.

After the young woman dropped her baby off at the daycare, she started driving to her job when all of a sudden her car made a sputtering noise. "Oh no…" she said quietly. She put the hazards on and went off onto the side of the road. "No, no," she muttered hitting the steering wheel. She let out a frustrated sigh, pushing her fingers through her hair. She reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone, calling a tow truck.

When they finally arrived at the auto repair shop, Rosalie was on her cell phone calling work to let them know she was late. "Jamie, I know how hard you worked to get me this job, I didn't ask for the stupid car to break down. I'll be in as soon as it's done," she said into the phone. She hung up and let out a frustrated sigh. "How long is this going to take?" she asked.

"Keep your skirt on lady I'll get it done when I get it done," the mechanic under her car replied.

"Well I'm going to be late for a very important meeting," she insisted.

She crouched down on the other side. "Sir," she called. Startling him, he sat up, hitting his head.

"Ah damn!" he muttered.

He rolled out from underneath her car. "Look lady, I can't get your car done when you're here bugging me," he told her. Rosalie backed up and her mouth almost dropped.

He was tall, maybe about six foot one with dark slightly curly hair with piercing blue eyes. He was wearing the black work boots, and dark blue work suit with his nametag on the front. The front of his work shirt was undone, revealing the white t-shirt he had on underneath. "Look here…Emmett…I need to get to work. This is my first day and I need to be there," she insisted.

"Well your carburetor in your car is shot to hell under the hood, also your brake lines suck, try stopping on a hill in Seattle with those brakes baby," he replied.

"I am your customer, don't you dare call me 'baby'," she told him.

"Well then, miss, you should know that your car also needs a well needed oil change, when was the last time you did that? Because right now you'll be pushing this car like Wilma Flintstone," he answered.

Rosalie scowled. "You insufferable man!" she exclaimed.

"Excuse me, princess, your chariot will be ready when it is ready. Until then, I think maybe taking the bus or calling a friend is probably the smartest thing to do right now to get to your job," he answered before going to the front of the car.

She scowled some more before walking off. "Damn little goody too shoes princess," he muttered.

"Stupid, arrogant man," she muttered to herself.

After Rosalie's long day was over, she walked inside with her daughter in her arms. The baby was screaming and crying and the young woman just couldn't get her to stop. "Come on Maggie it's okay mama's here," she cooed to her daughter rubbing her back gently. She was thinking of anything and everything to get her daughter to stop crying. She was walking up and down the house, tears pressing against her own eyes because her baby wouldn't stop screaming. She grabbed her phone, dialing a number.

"Hello," the voice answered.

"Dad, it's me," she murmured.

"Rosalie, what's up?" he asked.

Tears were falling down her face. "Dad I need help," she told him tearfully.

"I'll be there in a little bit," Charlie answered before hanging up.

Rosalie was still holding a screaming baby when Charlie arrived. "What's the matter Rosie?" he asked.

"She just won't stop crying, I don't know what to do," she replied.

He lifted his granddaughter up into his arms and sat down on the couch, resting the crying baby on his knees. "Let's see…" he murmured. He rubbed Maggie's stomach gently. The baby stopped crying, looking up at her grandfather with curious violet eyes. "She has the colic," he told her.

"How…" she started.

"You used to get colic," he answered.

Rosalie crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a sigh as the baby calmed down with Charlie still massaging her stomach. "Yeah that feels better doesn't it?" he murmured. He glanced at his daughter before looking back at Maggie. "Just because your mom said I didn't take care of you girls doesn't make it true. I was up just as much as she was when you girls would cry," he explained.

Maggie let out a gurgle, holding up her hands to grasp Charlie's pinky. "I'd come home from the station and the first thing I'd do was go into the nursery to spend time with you. Didn't matter if you were the baby at the time or Alice and Bella, I always came home to spend some time with you," he added.

"Then why didn't you fight harder for us?" Rosalie asked.

Charlie sighed as he bounced Maggie on his knees lightly. "I was able to get you on Holidays and the summer didn't I?" he answered.

"Well sometimes dad the Holidays and Summer weren't enough," she pointed out.

Looking at her, she could see the sadness in his eyes. "Rosalie, at the time that was all I could get because of my work. The judge looked at my job as an officer and said that my work schedule was erratic that it wouldn't be responsible to leave three young children home alone if I got called out on duty," he explained. Rosalie sighed, playing with the bracelet on her wrist. "Rosalie I love you and your sisters more than anything and I would give my life to make you safe," he added. He looked back down at his granddaughter, stroking her cheek as the baby fell asleep on his lap. "I wish you'd come back to Forks, Rosie," he told her.

"Dad just don't okay? I don't want to go back to Forks," she answered.

"Rosie, you're just lucky I was in Tacoma when you called. Forks is a three hour drive, I can't run back and forth between Seattle and Forks whenever you need help," Charlie told her.

"I don't want to back to Forks, I don't like it there. The town is too small with the population of 3,120 people you can't have any kind of privacy," Rosalie answered.

Charlie sighed as he placed Maggie into her bassinet by the couch. "What about Port Angeles? It's only an hour from Forks and the town is bigger so you won't feel trapped there," he pointed out.

"Dad…" she started.

"Just think about it," he answered.

He grabbed his jacket off the couch. "Drive careful," she told him.

"Always," he answered before leaving.

Rosalie walked over and lifted Maggie up into her arms, kissing her forehead gently as she sat down to mull over what her father had told her.