Chapter 15: Recovery

A few weeks later, Rosalie walked into Emmett's hospital room with a smile. "Hey handsome," she greeted. Emmett pushed his food tray aside.

"Hey beautiful," he answered smiling.

She placed her hand on his cheek, kissing him gently. Emmett kissed her back, her hand in the middle of her back as he pulled her closer. Laughing she pulled away. "Hey, easy cowboy," she quipped.

"Ooh cowboy I can get used to that nickname," he answered.

"Don't be a perve," she told him letting him go.

"Ah you love it," he answered with a wink.

Rolling her eyes she pulled up a chair. "So I called the coordinator, told him that we're postponing the wedding," she informed as Emmett went to eat his lunch again.

"What do you mean you postponed the wedding?" he asked.

"Well I just thought while you were recovering we'd just hold off on the wedding for awhile," she answered.

Emmett raised an eyebrow. "Babe, we've been unofficially planning this wedding for two years, officially planning in for two months. There's no reason to put it off," he told her.

"Emmett, you're hurt," she answered.

"I'm recovering," he pointed out.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, you would look so handsome standing at the altar with your gauzed up head and arms," she quipped. Emmett went to laugh when his ribs began throbbing. "No laughing," she told him.

"Then don't give me a reason TO laugh," he answered.

Rosalie kissed the back of his hand with a smile. "Emmett…" she murmured.

"Yeah beautiful," he answered.

She kissed his wrist with a small smile. "There's another reason why we need to postpone it," she whispered gently.

"Why is that Rosie?" he asked.

Rosalie stood up and moved closer to the bed. Taking Emmett's hand in hers, she rested it over her stomach. Emmett dropped his fork, looking at her disbelief. "No way!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, I found out in Paris," she replied with tears in her eyes.

"Baby…" Emmett said quietly.

He took his fiancé into his arms, hugging her as tight as he could without hurting his injured torso. Rosalie held onto him with tears in her eyes. "This is wonderful news baby, wonderful news," Emmett told her softly, kissing her several times.

"I love you too," she replied smiling.

She placed her hand on the side of his face with a smile. This was the happiest moment of her life.

Later that day, Emmett was resting in his hospital bed when he heard the door open. Thinking it was Rosalie, he looked over to see his grandmother standing there. "Oh wonderful, what now?" he asked.

"I came to see how you were?" Sophie replied.

She went to kiss his forehead when he pulled away. "Don't go all motherly on me," he muttered. Sighing, she shook her head slowly. "What do you really want?" he asked.

"I did a background check on your precious Rosalie," Sophie informed.

"Why the hell did you do something like that?" he demanded.

"I wanted to be sure my grandson was marrying a good girl," Sophie answered.

Emmett let out a frustrated sigh as she opened the file. "Emmett, she was pregnant with three children not including the one she has! One was labeled as an abortion," she told him. The young man's eyes were turned towards the window, refusing to look at the file. "She can't be trusted with a child Emmett," she told him.

"Sophie, you're insane. How the fuck you got Rosalie's medical files is beyond me but I am not going to touch this!" he snapped shoving the files at her.

"Emmett!" she gasped.

"Get out!" Emmett ordered.

Sophie stared at him. "GET OUT!" he shouted. Huffing she got up and left the file there for him to look at. Instead of looking at the file, Emmett grabbed a hold of it and threw it across the room before his eyes looked out the window.

Rosalie arrived a little while later, noticing all the papers scattered on the floor. "Emmett, what's going on?" she asked.

"Sophie was here," he replied.

"What happened?" she asked.

Emmett sighed. "She was trying to tell me that you had an abortion and that all your pregnancies were miscarriages," he replied. Rosalie found the note he was talking about and read it over.

"No! Emmett no!" she gasped.

She hurried over to him. "Emmett, you don't believe this do you?" she asked.

"Of course I don't, but is it true?" he asked.

Rosalie shook her head slowly. "No, no, none of them were abortions. Baby," she whispered, her hand on the side of his face. "I miscarried all of them. This report said originally I miscarried all three of my babies. She twisted it to make it look like that's what happened. With baby number 2 it was a miscarriage because Royce threw me down the stairs…" she babbled.

"Rosie, Rosie," he whispered.

He held her hand gently. "I believe you," he answered. Rosalie sniffled softly before resting her forehead against his.

"I wanted all of my babies," she sobbed.

"I know you did," he answered.

He hugged her gently, kissing her shoulder a few times. "I know and you're going to get another chance too beautiful. This baby is going to make all three of us happy, you, me, and Maggie," he explained. Rosalie smiled as she closed her eyes, holding onto him sniffling. "I love you so much Rosalie," he told her.

"I love you too," she replied crying softly.

He hushed her gently while hugging her gently. Throughout the rest of the day they just stayed in his hospital bed hugging and whispering sweet nothings to each other while caressing her stomach, loving every moment they had together. That night, Esme dropped Maggie off and the little girl was snuggled between them, falling asleep. Emmett stroked Maggie's soft curls. "She's perfect," he said quietly.

"So will our new baby," she answered.

"Absolutely," he agreed.

He kissed her gently. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she answered.

Emmett held his family close and closed his eyes. Right now everything was calm and perfect.