Rosalie POV
As we were speeding down the high way, I started wondering what it was going to be like as a mum. I wondered how Emmett was going to deal with changing nappies. I giggled at the thought.
" What's funny babe?" Emmett asked.
" I was just thinking about you changing a nappy," I laughed.
" Hey, of course, I can change a nappy!" he laughed with me.
" You know, I've been thinking what are we going to say when we get to the orphanage?" I asked.
" I haven't actually thought about that yet!" replied Emmett, looking out o the rained splahed windscreen.
He tooted the horn at the car in front for being to slow.
" Hey no doing that when the baby is in the car, Ok?" I exclaimed, I muffled a laugh after though.
I looked over at the car seat in the back seat.
It only took another 15 minutes to get to the orphanage. It was a horrible, bleak, building that was dingy. The only attractive feature was the flowers that were in the front garden. Even they were half wilted.
" Oh god, they keep children here, it's horrible!" I wailed.
Emmett put his arm around me and pulled the car up.
" It'll be alright Rose, it's probably better inside."
And with that we went inside the horribly depressing building.
Emmett POV
When we got inside the bleak building, I walked up to the receptionist with Rose on my arm, and said:
" We're here to see the children."
"Do you have an appoitment?"
" Yes."
" What are your names?"
" Emmett and Rosalie Cullen."
" Okay, I'll show you the children."
Then with that we went upstairs to what I presumed was the nursery.
And indeed it was. It was painted yellow and pink and blue. There was blue cots or the boys and pink cots for the girls. There were several nursery maids in blue striped dresses walking round, comforting crying babies and eeding hungry babies.
" Are you interested in a boy or a girl?" the stern receptionist asked.
Me and Rose discussed the matter in a low, fast tone.
In the end we decided on the girl.
" A girl," we announced.
" Ok, I'll take you to see the girls."
She lead us over to a set of pink cots. Rosalie and I examined the delicate little faces of each baby carefully. They were all so sweet it was hard to choose. There was one particular baby that Rosalie stiopped and stared at when I was at the other end of the row.
" Emmett, come here," she commanded.
I came over as fast as I could without being conspicuous.
" What is it?"
Then I saw what she was talking about. She had blond curly hair like Rosalie, and big brown eyes like me.
" It's like she was made for us!" Rose whispered.
" She looks just like you," I complimented.
" But she has your eyes," Rosalie answered.
" Excuse me," I said, getting the receptionists attention.
" Yes, ."
" What is this little ones name?"
" Jasmine, Mr. Cullen."
Me and Rosalie shared a look of love.
" It's a flower name, like Rosalie."