Aww! You guys! *blushes* Such awesome reviews! Thank you so much! That was one of my favorite chapters, and I'm glad y'all liked it too! So here's the next chapter... kind of a bit more humorous to break up the seriousness of the whole Olivia fiasco. A little love to Rosalie and Emmett here, they don't get enough time to shine in the books. Don't own Twilight. R&R to show love for Rose & Em!

Chapter 16: If I Could

Emmett sat, bored out of his mind, in the newly decorated living room with his brothers. Edward and Jasper were both reading. They could be so boring sometimes. Edward looked up at him from over his book with one eyebrow raised. That's right, you heard me, Emmett thought. You two are boring me to death!

Edward muttered something under his breath that sounded like, "Technically that's impossible, Emmett."

Emmett rolled his eyes and slouched back into the chair he was sitting in. No game was on TV, Alice and Esme had taken Renesmee shopping for wedding junk, and Bella somewhere, he hadn't really been paying attention. Carlisle was at the hospital, having not spent much time there in the past couple weeks, he was working extra long shifts. He would go work on his surprise for Renesmee's wedding, but that was taken care of already. What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to...

Edward groaned, slamming his book shut. "Emmett, I don't care what you do just go do something! I can't concentrate with your constant rambling!"

Emmett grinned. He had just found something to do. So Eddie, whatcha reading? Something about something that no one cares about that happened to someone no ones knows about a really really really long time ago?

An amused smile worked it's way across Jasper's face. Edward's irritation was reaching it's breaking point. His usually cool and collected brother was about to explode. Emmett, on the other hand, was feeling quite happy with himself. Whatever he was doing to annoy Edward, it was working.

So are you reading a really boring book because Bella's gotten tired of you already? Emmett thought, continuing to torture his brother. Has the bedroom gotten cold? The fire of passion extinguished? I could give you some tips if you want. Rose and I are still goin' strong after 70 plus years. I don't mean to brag, but I do know my way around...

"Shut up!" Edward cried. "Shut up, Emmett! I don't want to hear about you and Rose, and Bella and I are fine thank you, and the book is about World War One, if you must know! Ok? So just, for God's sake Em, shut up!"

Emmett laughed until he thought his lungs would burst. Nothing was funnier than watching his perfect brother get mad. Jasper laughed with him, until he suddenly fell quiet. A look of sadness washed over his face. He looked up at Edward, who's face was also pained. Emmett looked from one brother to another. "What is it?" he asked, all the humor gone from his husky voice.

"Rose," Edward sighed, shaking his head. That was all that needed to be said. Rosalie would sometimes fall into a bout of severe depression. It usually happened once every other month when she thought too much about not being able to have children, and everything she had lost when she became a vampire.

"Can I go talk to her, or should I wait?" Emmett asked anxiously. He could usually pull her out of her depression, but the timing had to be right. Once he had tried too early, and it had just resulted in Rosalie getting mad at him. He didn't want to make that mistake again, so he had taken to asking his brothers if she was ready for him to come to her rescue. They could sense her feelings and read her thoughts to see if it was safe for him to approach his emotional wife.

Edward nodded and Jasper said, "She ready to be comforted."

"That I can do," Emmett said, jumping up and heading for the stairs.

Rosalie stood in front of the full length mirror behind her closet door, holding up her shirt and examining her stomach. Her ever flat stomach. Never would it expand to hold Emmett's child. Never would she feel a sweet little baby kick from inside her. She hated this. She hated being a vampire. Never changing, the same for all eternity. She and Emmett would never have children or grandchildren. They could not grow old and die together. They were frozen in time, never moving forward. That's what she really missed, moving forward.

She heard her husband's footsteps as he approached and entered the room. She stood still and waited for him to come to her. Emmett stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, running his hands under her shirt and over that flat stomach. He buried his head in her hair and nibbled the skin at the base of her neck working his way up to her ear. "Rosie," he whispered hoarsely, "you are so beautiful." Rosalie was quiet. "What's wrong, Babe?" he asked, pulling her closer to him. "Tell your Monkey Man what's going on."

"Do you miss it?" she asked, her voice not above a whisper as she stared at their reflection in the mirror.

Emmett drew his eyebrows together in slight confusion. What was she talking about? Usually his wife just dove right in to talking about her inability to have children. This was new. "Miss what, Rose?"

"Being human," she sighed, working her way out of his embrace and going to sit on their bed.

"Are you kidding? Hell no," he scoffed. Then felt bad about laughing when he saw the look on her face. He moved to kneel at her feet. "Rose, I'm not like everyone else in this house," he tried to explain himself. "I don't miss my old life at all. It wasn't really all that great. I mean, yeah, sometimes I miss my parents, my brother and my sisters, but they would've all died eventually anyway. Even if I would've stayed human, I wouldn't have been able to keep them forever. A lot of you all came from well off families. I didn't. My brother Dave and I worked with our father from sun up to sun down, seven days a week, doing whatever job we could get our hands on to put some food on the table for our family. Even then, we still never had enough. Every day was a struggle, and there was no light at the end of the tunnel. Until you found me," he smiled, taking up her hand in his and kissing it. "When that bear attacked me, I was ready to die. Then, while the transformation was taking place, I thought I was being punished for abandoning my family by dying and leaving them alone. But waking up and seeing your face, I knew I was in Heaven. See, changing into a vampire was the best thing that could've happened to me. I have a family who cares for me whom I would die for, a wonderful house, enough money that I'll never have to worry about anything, and," he grinned, "a wonderful, sexy wife, whom I love more than life itself."

Rosalie smiled in spite of herself. She couldn't ask for a better husband. If only she could carry on his name with a son. A sweet little baby with his dark hair and her hazel eyes, the color they had been before her transformation. But that was something that all the wishing in the world wouldn't make come true. Emmett sensed her pain, and could only guess what had caused it. "But Rose," he said, more gently than he had ever spoken before, "if there was any way that I could give you a child, I would do it in a heart beat. If I had a beating heart, that is."

A corner of Rosalie's mouth tipped up in a smile. She felt her eyes burn with nonexistent tears at his loving words, as he came to sit beside her. Emmett pulled her into his lap and kissed her head, running his fingers through her golden hair and holding her close to him. She laid her head against his chest and felt it rumble as he spoke, "You would be a great mother, Rosie. I can just see you tucking a little girl with your blonde hair into bed at night."

Rosalie shook her head. "It'd be a boy," she insisted, "and he'd have your dark hair with my old hazel eyes."

Emmett laughed. "Who says we wouldn't have both? What if we had twins? A boy and a girl."

"Twins," she whispered longingly. That really was a dream. Two babies of her very own would be too good to be true.

"While that would be really great, Rosy," he said, "nothing could possibly make me happier than spending the rest of all eternity with you."

She swallowed the lump forming in her throat and looked up at him. "Oh Em," she choked, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Babe," he smiled, bringing his lips down upon hers. She sighed and repositioned herself to straddle his waist, deepening the kiss and slipping her tongue into his mouth. Emmett groaned and fell back onto the bed with his wife on top of him. Rosalie kissed his strong jaw line, her lips caressing his neck. She sat up suddenly and peeled off her shirt, exposing her black lacy undergarments. Emmett grinned. This day had turned out to be not quite so boring after all.

From somewhere downstairs, they heard Edward grumble, "I'm never going to finish this book."

A few days later, Renesmee stared out the window as the sun rose over Forks. A few beams broke through the clouds, their beautiful rays touching down upon the sleepy town. She smiled. "I'm getting married in one week," she giggled to no one but herself. "Mrs. Jacob Black."

She bounded down the stairs, and no sooner than she touched the last step, she heard her beloved's voice coming from the living room. She ran towards it, and when she reached the living room, Jacob was there with his arms already open, waiting for her. She laughed as he picked her up and swung her around the room. Bella laughed, gently scolding her friend. "If you break the furniture, Esme'll kill you. It's not even a month old yet!"

Jacob laughed and set her down, pressing his lips soundly against his fiance's. "Let's go," he said, taking her hand and leading her towards the door.

Renesmee laughed and looked over her shoulder. "Ok, well, bye Mom! We'll be back later, ok?"

"Ok! Have fun, and Jacob, be careful with my baby!" she heard Bella call as the door shut behind them.

"Always Bells," Jacob shouted, still grinning and clutching Renesmee's hand in his. He kissed her again when they reached his motorcycle parked down the road so Edward and Bella wouldn't see it.

Straddling the bike, Renesmee said, "So where are we going?"

"I don't really know," he smirked, revving the engine and taking off down the road, the only sound ringing in his ears the roar of his bike and Renesmee's beautiful laughter.