Rosalie's POV

I noticed that a photograph had fallen out of the envelope, yet I turned my attention quickly to read the letter...

"Rosalie.

I now realise why you disagreed with me wanting to be a vampire. I have lived so much the past 10 years, and I have a son. He is called Masen Swan. He has pale skin, deep brown wide eyes, and messy bronze hair.

I enclose a picture of Masen and I.

I now remember a comment you made in passing whilst I was encouraging Edward to change me... "You will never be alive; you will never be a mother."

I am now aware of how much you, Alice and Esme are missing. Please don't take this the wrong way, I am not rubbing salt into wounds.

I am thanking you for being honest, and fighting not for my hopes and dreams, but for my reality, for my actual life.

That is what made me realise that you are, in a way, a true sister to me. Even though it's not through relations, or through your brother, a sister to me is a friend who will be honest caring and there for you. I understand that fighting against James wasn't your best interest, yet you did defend me.

It was 3 years ago when I saw you. You were in your red BMW convertible, with Emmett in the passenger. My heart nearly exploded, I never thought I would see any Cullen ever again.

I was more surprised when you generously donated to the charity I set up to help families and children...and I am elated with happiness that you have done the same for the past 3 years. 3 large donations. Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart. I will admit, I never thought you would have done such a selfless act.

If you are reading this then my plan worked, whilst you were signing release papers for the donation with my assistant, I snuck down to the street and slipped these letters into your glove compartment, in hope that you may find them one day. I had only written these a few days ago, I presumed you would donate 2 days before the charity fashion show, like you have done the 2 times before. Lucky enough the roof was down, I didn't mean to be deceiving or sneaky. I knew it was the only way to get these letters to you all.

Rosalie, I'm ill. I have about a month left to live. I can happily say I have enjoyed my time here on earth; even if it has been a tough time. It is time for me to go.

Please also read Edward's letter, I treasured your ambition to make a family, and I had planned on naming my daughter after you.

Please read Edward's other letter, it will hurt too much to repeat what happened...

I don't want to leave Masen. I love him so much; he is my reason to breathe. I have always loved Emmett, he is a big brother to me, protective fun and he even showed his caring side once or twice. And I know you would be a great mother. It was last year when Jake left and before I was diagnosed with breast cancer, that I knew I may not always be around for him. I had registered you both, Rosalie McCarty and Emmett McCarty as Masen's legal guardians. I'm only guessing your surnames at this point in time; I don't know which surname you love birds are using at the moment.

Please, don't freak out, I trust you both with his life, just as I did with mine. He knows all about you, well all but the vampire issue. Yet he has met one before. This was incidental, not planned. He loves you both as Uncle Emmett and Aunty Rosalie, as I still regard you as siblings. I have explained to him that you will never age; he thinks it is cool, and isn't freaked out about it. He protested that no one will ever replace mummy and daddy, but he said you two are great and would love you no matter what you decided to do.

I completely understand if you do not want this responsibility. And who am I to just turn up and say look after my child? I have no one else. Charlie's dead, Lucas; Masen's biological father is dead and Jake has imprinted and moved to California, too close to Lucas' parents, who hate Masen for no apparent reason. Renée is travelling the world, so that is unsuitable. Yet you are not my last resort, in fact you came to mind as soon as I thought of my sons future without me. It was acting on a whim, on my instincts. When I pass on; Masen will be residing at 11 Oaks Children's Home, on the outskirts of Seattle. He used to play there while I held meetings with the mothers; he has taken to the surroundings well. He understands that I will be gone soon. If you choose to even just see him, then you will be able to. I showed him pictures of the family. He says you are very beautiful, and that Emmett looks like a muscled superhero, "super mett" he joked.

It pains me to think it will all be just a memory soon.

I am going to miss him so much.

Thank you for everything...

.

Love

Isabella Marie Swan

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I stood fixed to the spot after reading Bella's letter. Emmett, who had been reading the letter over my shoulder, ran out of the house through the large window shattering glass everywhere.

My mind was racing...

I picked up the photograph, my eyes still fixed to the letter in my hand. I folded and pocketed the letter in my jeans. I then turned to look at the photograph. Nonexistent tears filled my eyes, which angered me, due to the fact they will never fall. The photo was taken at a beach. Sat on the beach was Bella, in her arms was a young boy with a bucket and spade in hand, smiling widely at the camera. Bella had a smile on her face yet she looked pained, she looked paler than I ever remembered of her. It then clicked; it was evident that she was ill when this was taken. Her wide brown eyes had bags underneath, her hair falling effortlessly around her shoulders. She looked so worn out, yet she was glowing. She was glowing because of motherhood. Masen was more adorable than she had explained. I suppose words cannot do him justice. He had his mothers eyes, and a round face, I suppose he was still too young to grow into his features. His hair, looked so much like Edward's; Bronze and messy, also full of sand. I let out a small dry sob; my handsome nephew was beaming right through the picture at me. I then realised that my slow reaction to Emmett's departure would cause suspicion downstairs with the family. I pocketed the photo, but not before I smiled. "Bella I am sorry. You truly are gorgeous. You suit being a mom" I faintly whispered, knowing well that I would not be heard.

I raced downstairs to find the rest of the family there, minus Edward and Emmett. Edward had gone out to hunt to be alone, and I guessed that would be where Emmett had gone also. Alice couldn't see a definitive future for Emmett as he hadn't made his mind up on what to do,

And neither could I. my mind was full of questions. I knew I had to see Bella, but I didn't plan to. I didn't want my pixie sister to catch hold of my plans. I would make a split decision and fool her. I decided that I should wait until they were back before initiating the talk about the revelations of Bella's letters. Jasper looked over to me, and looked very confused. "Rosalie, you are feeling proud; and not in yourself?" It was more questioning than a statement. Jasper knew full well not to doubt the emotions he was feeling. I realised this was a first for Jasper to feel from me. I smiled. It was true. I was proud of someone else. I was proud of Isabella Swan.

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