Rosalie
8. Secrets part three
Emmett and I had the next few days alone together with no interruptions from Edward. These days were the best of my life. But I still think they could have been better if I didn't have the constant war that was being fought in my head. Both Emmett and Edward had given me a lot to think about. Our parents would be back soon though and I had made my decision. It was extremely risky but Emmett had convinced me and I knew he was right.
"Emmett?" I said, "I think I'll tell Esme tonight." He tilted his head to the side before asking "Tell Esme what?" I rolled my eyes and when he finally clicked, I watched a wide grin appear across his face. The grin that was so utterly amazing, it completely dazzled me. I had fallen in love with the gorgeous dimples that appeared every time he smiled, the dimples that reminded me so much of Little Henry. "But I'm not going to tell Carlisle just yet." He didn't need to ask why, he knew what my father was like when I was human and he knew that sadly because of it; I was considerably closer to Esme than I was to Carlisle. Emmett nodded still grinning, kissed me passionately making my head spin and then left my room just as Carlisle and Esme knocked on the front door.
I listened tensely as Edward opened the door and greeted them. I heard Emmett's footsteps as he descended the winding staircase to join them. "And how was your weekend Emmett?" Carlisle asked. I gripped my hand tightly around one the bars of my head board and listened even closer. Emmett hesitated, "It was... fun." He said. I knew he would be smirking but I doubted that they would notice. The rest of their conversation was meaningless, so I soon lost interest and stopped listening.
The darkness made me even more nervous about what was coming. The darkness always made me nervous. Edward was upstairs in Carlisle's study as Emmett had told him about my decision so he was doing his very best to distract Carlisle. Emmett was in the kitchen with Esme, getting her ready for my conversation I supposed, I hoped he didn't give anything away, this still felt completely wrong. I smoothed my hair and my dress down before I left my room. "Esme," I asked as I arrived in the doorway of the kitchen. "Can I have a private word with you?"
"Sure Honey." She said. She had her back turned to me as she had been attempting to cook human food before she left for her vacation and was now running the dishes that she left under the warm water. A little vertical crease appeared between my eyebrows and I put my hand on my snow white nose. The smell was horrifying! "Emmett, do you mind?" She asked pleasantly. He nodded, took me in his arms and lightly kissed my cheek just as Esme turned around. When he left, I felt a ball of anger appear in my stomach and I prayed that Esme hadn't noticed. Luckily, even if she did notice, she didn't say a word.
"What is it Rose?" she asked. I wasn't exactly sure about how I was going to go about this. Suddenly, the conversation that I had made in my head half an hour before seemed completely useless.
"I need to...um..." I closed my eyes and fixed my hands on the edge of the small oak table. I was shocked to see a sweet, reassuring smile spread across her face. That smile was so comforting to me that I soon found myself admitting everything to her in a rush of words. "I love him," I said, finally slowing down my words so that she was able to properly understand them. "And I always have ever since..." That was when the embarrassment returned and I knew that if I was still human me cheeks would have gone as red as a tomato. "I'll save you anymore embarrassment sweetie. I already know all of this." I froze, horror written all over my face.
"What?" I barley managed. Esme came to stand next to me a put her hands around my shoulders. "I have known for a long time. I was just waiting for you to tell me." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I was struck dumb. "How?" Again I could only just get the words out. Esme chuckled "Oh Rosalie it was so obvious, how you couldn't leave his side when he became one of us, the way you looked at him, and in return the way he looked at you. Rose, we all knew." Come to think of it, that all made sense. It was so obvious. Then something else hit me. If everyone already knew, then was there really any point in going through all the torture of keeping it a secret? Oh God.