Well this is it for this little story! Thanks to all who have commented and urged me to finish. I don't think I would've without you wanting it! Enjoy!

Rosalie POV

"Will you marry me, Rosie?" I looked down at the mountain of man kneeling before. His eyes were twinkling and his mouth was growing into a smile which was growing wider by the moment.

I stood there and watched as his eyes told me that he already knew the answer.

I think I'll make him wait a little bit. Sweat it out, so to say.

Looking into those twinkling eyes made me think of the past year we have spent together. A year ago, those eyes weren't twinkling at all. They were downcast and heavy with the tears his new body would not allow him to shed. The mouth that was now laughing because he knows I'm making him wait did not smile for a long time.

We went back with Carlisle to Emmett's funeral. I hadn't wanted to put him through the pain, but he wanted to go and say goodbye to his life.

Watching him sit outside the little white church in Wolf Valley that he had grown up in, watching his family grieving in the pews inside was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. He shook so much that the branch holding us broke off. No one inside the little church noticed except Carlisle and Esme. Everyone else was so heartbroken and mourning so heavily that they didn't even hear.

Little Georgie was the worst. After the tree limb broke and we scurried back up out of sight, the little brother that so resemble Emmett came out of the church and flung himself beneath the very tree we were sitting in.

We became statues and I furiously hoped that he would not think to look up into the tree.

Little Georgie instead folded his hands and bowed his little head.

"Dear God, I don't know why you took my brother from me. Momma says you must have a good reason, but I can give you eighty seven good reasons that you shoulda let Emmett stay here with me. Number one, he tucks me into bed every night. Number two, no one gets the covers as tight as he does. Number three…."

The dear soul went on and on. He did have eighty seven. I stopped listening at twenty-two.

Emmett heard every one. Listened to every one. Felt every one.

Finally, I heard the congregation begin to move inside, signaling the end of the service. As they began to come out of the church doors, Georgie concluded his prayer with a request to God to keep Emmett safe in heaven so he can see him again someday.

Georgie ran over to his mother and began walking to the yard behind the church where a simple potluck was set up in honor of Emmett's memory.

Carlisle and Esme said their goodbyes as Emmett and I took off in the woods.

We ran about twenty miles before his fell to the forest floor. I held him through his shaking.

I held him as he shook again two weeks later after draining his first human.

And again when he took out four young women on their way to the Post Office in the next town over from us in Kentucky.

When Emmett's body count rose to eight humans within a month, Carlisle decided it was time for us to move on. We moved north to a small town in Western Maryland.

It was here, outside of a small coal mining town called Koontz, that Emmett experienced the draw of irresistible blood.

The man's name was Virgil McGruder. The poor old fellow was not exactly the person I had pictured Emmett would run into one day and be unable to resist the urge to feed.

But, meet him he did. He shook like a cat shitting razor blades that day as well. My Emmett is quite the shaker when he's upset.

Emmett was so overtaken by power of the old man's blood that he wasn't as careful as he should've been. Luckily Edward was there and heard the horror in the mind of Virgil's wife, who had been tending her tomato plants in the backyard.

Edward and Emmett buried Virgil outside of town and we moved on again the next day.

This time Carlisle decided it would be better for us to move west, where there were less people. Probably less people to tempt Emmett, but he didn't add that part.

We ended up in Hoaquiam, Washington in late December. Esme decided that 1936 was going to be a good year for the Cullen family.

Hoaquiam has been a great choice, there are no people except for the natives who are completely skittish and strange around us.

"Rosie?" repeated Emmett, pulling me out of my memories of the past year. "Almost a year ago, an angel saved me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. In some ways, I have. You and Carlisle and Esme and even Eddie are the best second family I could ever hope for. In other ways, we've been through hell this year. Between losing my first family and murdering innocent people like a mad man, I've put you through a lot. But you've stood by me, helped me, and guided me through these first few months. I love you more than all the wildflowers we saw in that field in Texas last summer. I know you don't think you're worthy of my, or anyone's, love. But after all I've done, I don't either. So I guess we're even."

I opened my mouth to disagree. My Emmett doesn't have a bad bone in his body and he shouldn't talk about himself that way. But his hand was on my mouth stopping me before I could utter a sound.

"Now I'm going to ask you one more time and by damn, you better give me an answer." His eyes shined as his grin was just as large as his first one, completely deflating the vigor of his bossiness.

"Rosalie, will you marry me?" He asked, his voice cracking on the word 'marry'.

I looked into the face of the man who saved me from myself. He thought I was the angel who was sent to save him from certain death. Little did he know, he was sent to save me from the certain death of my soul from constant self loathing.

I slid my arms around his strong shoulders and pressed myself to him as I whispered, "Yes Emmett. A thousand times yes."