Chapter 5: What about Friends

The days went by, soon right before Rosalie's eyes her daughter was now six months old. She could not believe how fast her baby was growing.

One morning, Rosalie walked over to the crib that her baby was trying to stand up. "Hey there baby girl," she cooed, lifting her daughter up into her arms.

"Ma, ma, ma," Maggie gurgled.

Rosalie smiled as she bounced her daughter in her arms. "Stop growing you're getting too big for mama," she commented. The baby gurgled, trying to reach for Rosalie's hair. "Hey no yanking on your mama's hair," she cooed laughing a little.

"Ma, ma, ma," she gurgled, bouncing in Rosalie's arms.

Rosalie smiled as she kissed her daughter's forehead. "Maybe we should move back to Forks for awhile," she murmured. Maggie started pulling on Rosalie's necklace while making noises. Resting her forehead against the side of her baby's head as her mind began to drift a little. Her heart was feeling a little heavier wit each passing day. She could not help but wonder if she was making the right decisions for her baby girl.

Sitting down on the couch, she held Maggie's hands, helping her baby stand up on her knees. She bit her lower lip with a sad sigh. "I love you Maggie, I love you so much," she said quietly. She hugged her daughter close, kissing her forehead gently. She looked up when there was a knock on her door.

Getting up she answered the door, a surprised expression on her face. "Emmett…" she trailed off shocked to see him there. Emmett stood there with a smile.

"Good morning," he greeted.

"Good morning…" she trailed off.

He stood there, feeling a little awkward. "Is this a bad time?" he asked.

"No, no, come in," she assured him letting him in.

Emmett walked in, putting a white bag on the counter. "What's in that?" she asked curiously.

"I brought breakfast," he replied.

Rosalie stood there in disbelief. "You didn't have to do that," she said quietly. Emmett put out the food with a smile.

"I wanted to," he answered.

Smiling, she put Maggie into her high chair. "Thank you," she murmured. Emmett pulled up a stool.

"I've missed you," he commented.

She looked at him with a shocked expression on her face. "I mean I miss my best worker," he added.

"Oh…yeah…I mean I could come by once in awhile to help out. I mean, working on cars is a lot of fun," she answered.

"That'd be helpful," he agreed.

They were sitting in silence for a while. "I would like to take you out to dinner," he informed. Rosalie looked up from her plate.

"I don't know," she answered.

"It doesn't have to be anything fancy; we can just get burgers or something. Whatever you want," he told her.

"Emmett, I'm just not sure if I want to start dating again. I just got out of a really, really bad relationship," she answered.

Emmett cleared his throat. "That's alright," he assured her. Rosalie let out a shaky sigh as she poked at her eggs on her plate. "I'm not some idiot, Rosalie. I know some guy must've been treating you like shit, because of the fact the night you slept over at my house, you woke up screaming at the top of your lungs I thought someone had snuck into my house and was trying to kill you," he explained. She put her fork down on her plate, fidgeting with her fingers. "The fact that you were screaming at me, calling me 'Royce' as I was trying to snap you out of it," he added.

"I didn't mean to wake you, I still feel guilty about that," she answered.

"Well don't, don't feel guilty about it. You act like if you say anything that's not to my satisfaction that I'll snap and hit you. I would never, ever hit a woman. I will never hurt a woman in such a way to make her believe that all the guys in this world are evil," he explained.

She let out a sad sigh. "Yeah well, Emmett, you seem to know everything about me don't you?" she asked pushing her hair from her eyes.

"I would like to know the girl that you have kept locked away," he answered.

She laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, the real Rosalie Swan," she commented laughing. She looked over at Maggie to see her face covered in applesauce. "The old Rosalie Swan was a seventeen-year-old foolish girl," she answered.

"Not foolish," Emmett told her.

She shook her head. "No, foolish, selfish. You name it I was it," she answered. She put her napkin on the counter. "I was evil, conceded. I told my father he was an evil son of a bitch who couldn't even keep mom in the house. I called him a weak bastard for not keeping mom closer or fought harder instead of burying himself in his work. I was an evil girl Emmett, evil," she insisted sniffling.

Emmett got up from his chair and walked over to her. "No don't act like you care about me Emmett. Don't act like you care," she insisted pushing him back.

"Rosalie if I didn't care I wouldn't be here," he answered.

She shook her head slowly getting up. "Please stop running away when someone is actually showing you that they care about you," he insisted.

"I don't run when people care," she answered.

"Bullshit you don't!" he snapped.

"Emmett shut up I have a baby in here!" she exclaimed.

Emmett let out a sigh. "Go ahead say it, Emmett, say it," she told him.

"What do you want me to say to you? All I wanted was a date Rose, a date, I wasn't asking for your soul," he answered.

"You deserve a woman who's not so weak and foolish! A girl who lets some…some monster rape her and beat her again and again every day for four years," she answered.

"You didn't let him," he told her.

"Yes I did, I did let him."

Rosalie sniffled wiping the stray tears from her face. "Rosalie did you tell him no?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter I let him do it, it's my fault," she answered.

Emmett walked over and held onto her arms. "Rosalie, answer my question. Did you tell him no?" he asked.

"It…" she started.

He forced her to look at him. "Did you tell him 'no'?" he repeated. Tears fell down her face; she started nodding her head furiously.

"I told him no," she sobbed.

She lowered her head again. "I begged him 'no' I screamed 'no'," she sobbed. Emmett pulled her into a gentle hug as she cried. "I said it everyday," she sobbed.

"Then you didn't let him rape you," he whispered.

He rubbed her back gently. "Rosalie if you let him, it wasn't rape then, but you told him no," he pointed out. She buried her face into his chest crying. "Rosie, I won't be like him. You say no, I'll back off. You can tell me right here and now you never want to see me again and I'll leave and you'll never have to put up with me again," he explained. She held onto him as if he were her last lifeline.

"You can't leave me alone," she answered.

Pulling away, Emmett wiped the tears from her face. "I won't leave, I'm here as long as you need me," he assured her. She smiled, resting her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "I'll take care of your Rosalie," he assured her.

"Don't ever leave me, I wouldn't be able to stand it," she answered.

He hushed her gently, stroking her hair. "Never," he whispered.

After they put Maggie down for her nap, Rosalie and Emmett were sitting on the couch in silence for a while. "I was pregnant…three times before Maggie," she whispered. He was silent, moving his hand up and down her arm, just letting her talk. "All girls…all around six months," she said quietly.

"Rose…" he started.

She buried her face into his shoulder crying again. "He'd beat me when he found out they were girls not boys. The only reason Maggie is alive is because I got the doctor to lie and say she was a boy," she sobbed. Emmett sighed, stroking Rosalie's hair.

"You never should've gone through something like that," he answered quietly.

Letting out a sigh, he stroked her face gently. "I promise Rosie…I will never hurt you that way, never," he murmured. Rosalie smiled a little.

"Emmett…I'm just not sure if I'm ready for another relationship," she told him quietly.

Emmett nodded his head slowly. "Alright, but how about friends?" he suggested. Rosalie laughed a little, wiping the tears from her face.

"I'd like that," she answered smiling a little.

Emmett smiled before glancing at the clock. "I need to get going, I have a shop to look after," he informed. She nodded her head slowly as Emmett leaned forward kissing the top of her head, his hand on the back of her head. "Call me if you need anything Rose," he told her.

"I will," she answered.

She watched him leave, letting out a deep breath. Getting up she walked back into the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes and to get Maggie down for her nap.