Disclaimer - I, sadly, don't own Twilight. It is beyond my writing skills. (sighs)
Emmett to Rosalie
"Emmett!" I sucked in my breath trying to think -frantically - what I had done wrong this time. Across the room Edward snickered and Bella looked up at him curiously, with doe-eyes. Yuck! You think Edward of all people would realise that there are just some things you do not want to see. (him having walked in during a few intimate moments with Rose). Having your brother and his girlfriend eye-locked with enough love and lust permeating the air, that anyone feel it despite not having Jasper here. ('hunting')
"Emmett! Where are you? On that stupid game-thing again?!" Crap! Was I banned from the games consoles again? I don't remember……
Once again, Edward-the-great snickered. Rose realised what or who he was laughing at just as she came up behind Edward. A perfect position to slap him. On the back of the head. Hard.
"Shut up Edward. You're a loser." As her went to retaliate Bella stopped him and pulled him upstairs - presumably to his room. You gotta' love Bella. Funny - when she falls - and great at distracting Edward so Rose doesn't yell at me. A plus in my book. She pulled me up off the floor and marched me outside, with a determined yet sexy, look on her face.
"Rose, I swear I didn't break your new perfume bottle when I was playing football with the guys. And if I did ; it was an accident. Don't kill me!" I am ashamed to say, the last part of that sentence cam out as a terrified squeak. I am so glad Bella is distracting Edward, otherwise I wouldn't live that one down.
"WHAT!?" She stopped and got that cunning, thoughtful look on her face. Also sexy. God I love Rose.
"I tell you what: I won't be mad if…." Okay, it's probably gonna cost me but, I'll bite. I'll do anything for my Rose.
"If…..?" She smiled. Of all the faces she makes, her smile is by far the best. I was defiantly doing whatever she wanted now.
"If you write me a love letter." I came out of my Rosalie-induced trance in order to exclaim "What?!"
She pouted and said "Everyone else has got love letters. Edward wrote one to Bella and Jasper wrote one for Alice." Then came the biggest blow. The thing that kills me every time.
"Please? Emmett, please write me a love letter? Please?" She said it in a tiny, helpless little voice, so she sounds like just a scared little girl that has lost her mother.
"Sure, Rose. I'd do anything for you. You now that already." She beamed at me then. I would write ten love-letters just to see that smile again. So that's how I came to be sat in Carlisle's study whilst he was at work. Writing a love-letter.
Rose,
Wow, you realise I don't have a lot to say. You know I love you. I don't understand how anyone can know you and not love you. I guess I'm honoured that you picked me. Over everyone and anyone else. For all eternity.
Though I guess a lot of people don't you that well. Only really me, Carlisle and of course, Esme. And how can they not, you're their daughter. The others understand you, partially, but not completely. I think I'll be the only one to ever know you completely. To fully understand you and your mind - which leaves even Edward confused, sure he can read it, but he doesn't know why you think some things. I know though. I know how, to the world, you seem tough, vain and 'the bitch'. But you're not. You've built a tough exterior because you were hurt by someone you cared about and someone you thought cared about you. You have layers, like onions, to quote Shrek. You're complex and deep not shallow. You've built icy walls, that look utterly impenetrable, but they aren't. You just need heat, love. And I'm glad you accept mine. I know you can be stubborn sometimes, and lets face it, you have number of faults. But I love each and every one of those faults as much as I love your good qualities, maybe more, because with out each of those, you wouldn't be you and I wouldn't change you for anything. You're too special.
People don't see the side of you that I see. The side that tried to sob when she thought she had lost her brother, the side that was broken when she thought she'd lost not just a brother, but a sister because of her actions. That she only called aforementioned brother to try and unite a broken family once more. You don't like new people and it takes years for you to trust them, which stops them being an outsider. How can people think you're cold because you don't trust easily?
You bruise easily too. You would never let anyone know, but each comment that Edward gave you after he returned from Volterra, hurt you and left a bruise. I could have killed him. How dare he attack you? I know you can take care of yourself, physically, but I still feel the need to protect you. Protect you like that part of you that remains young and naive, who weeps (almost) when she remembers pieces of her past, the night she was raped, left for dead and turned. I will always protect you Rose, whether you want me to or not. It's like hunting, I just have an important urge to do it. And I always will.
This letter-writing stuff isn't as hard as it seems. I did what Carlisle said; "Son, just write down how you feel about her. Why you love her" Why I love you…. Well, you're a lovable person Rose, once you've peeled back all those layers anyway. Except the layers have prickles on them. Kind of like an onion with cactus prickles on. But prettier. You are really pretty Rose, you know that. So I'm not going to tell you how much I love your body or your smile, or the way your hips do this swishy thing as you walk, but something better. Everyone always tells you how pretty you are on the outside, they never tell you how beautiful you are on the inside too. They should, because you are.
You find it hard to accept people. That's only to protect the people you love though. I remember how awful you treated Alice and Jasper when they first arrived. Then you got to know them and you love them. It took you a while, but you did it. And I was so proud of you. I always am. For not killing anyone. (in bloodlust ) I'm proud of you for apologizing to Edward AND Bella. I know how hard it was for you to do that. And I'm so proud you did it. I love how proud you are too. You enter the room, with an almost regal air about you. You demand to be noticed, you could never be a wall-flower.
Your name suits you perfectly. Rose. Hard to get near, because of the thorns, beautiful and soft, inside and out, tall and proud. But well worth getting a few cuts for. You are an intelligent person. Smarter than me. You know just what goes with what. You know lots of things, that others don't know. You know strange things too, random facts ; like if you leave a goldfish in the dark for ages, it will turn white. How do you know those things? You crave acceptance from those you care about, you ask them - subtly - to recognise you, for them to show you they love you, that they care. Usually after you've said something mean. Believe it or not Rose, I love that about you too. Your temper, maybe a little to quick, but you'll say what you mean directly, not beating around the bush. And you're adventurous too. You like to do new things.
And I know you would have liked to be a mother and I am truly sorry I will ever be able to give you that. If there were any way I could give you a child, I would. I think you would have been a great mother, maybe even better than Esme! And you would have the most adorable kids. Instead I can only offer you myself and my love. Eternally.
Your five time husband,
Emmett
Xx
"Finished!" I smiled. It was good, even if it was just me who thought so.
"Rose will love it Emmett, I don't know what it says, but I know that she'll love it!"
"Thanks Alice!" I yelled as she danced off, probably to go cause more mischief or go shopping.
"By the way - Hide it in the car. With a single Rose" I smiled again, thinking of my earlier comments about how much her name suits her. Perfect! I knew she would love it. I know her. I decided to ask Alice if she could distract Rosalie whilst I hid her letter and her Rose in the garage.
"I'm on it Emmett, you have five minutes!" came a shout up the stairs. Bella passed the door with a curious expression on that made me laugh. She just shook he head and tripped along the stairs into Edward's open arms. Of course making me laugh again.
I went down the stairs and snuck into the garage and finally stopped when I found the car she was working on. Carefully I lifted the bonnet and placed the letter, with the Rose balanced delicately atop it. I left the bonnet up and backed away as I heard Alice pulling Rosalie into the garage. Rather forcefully actually. I hid in the backseat as Rose came in and Alice sped out of the garage, probably to go gossip with Jasper.
"Alice!
You said you wanted to see my new car, now you run off!" She looked
moodily towards the door.
"This family needs therapy. All
insane!"
I had to try really hard to stifle my laugh. Rose is pretty funny
too. Crap! Did I forget that - in the letter? Oh
well. I thought.
I watched as her face broke out into a smile. Did I mention how much I love it when she smiles like that? I saw as she said, almost silently, it was so soft "Emmett". And her smile grew wider as she lifted the Rose to her nose and inhaled, then broke the seal on the envelope……
A/N Sorry for the mistakes and so on, but my beta is taking a well deserved beak this chapter (I got a note from her mother and everything), so I attempted editing it myself. Just try and look past that though - if you can. Thanks Marie for letting me attack you with idea's and bombard you with whiny emails and, as always, thank you for reading and - hopefully - reviewing! Melissa
