Rosalie Pov

" I think we'd like to adopt Jasmine," I declared.
" Of course, I'll get the forms, Catherine, get the baby," she said.
The larger blonde nursery maid with a smiley face picked up the little baby and rocked it in her arms. Then the four of us went down stairs to a small, dark office.
"I'm afraid there is alot of paperwork to sign," said the receptionist lady.
" Oh, that's alright, all for a good cause," I replied.
I looked over at the delicate little girl in the large nurses arms, being crooned at and murmured too.
" If you say so," she muttered.
Then she handed us a huge pile of paperwork and forms to fill out. She directed us through, sounding extremely bored.
" Sign here, and here and here," she droned, stifling yawns as she went.
When we were finally done, I took the baby from the nurse Catherine's arms and felt the warmth of her tiny body, securely wrapped tight in my strong grip. It felt so natural, so perfect and brilliant. I was a mother. My thirst was at the back of my mind, I could only slightly fill the burning of the venom in my throat. Everything was perfect.

Emmett Pov

We walked out of the orphanage , looking like a real family. I had my arm around Rose, little Jasmine was in her arms, staring at the new world outside the orphanage. We got into the shiny black Mercedes, and Rosalie suggested I tried to get the hang of strapping Jasmine into her car seat. I can do this, I thought, staring at all the grey straps and clips, trust Rosalie to want to get the most complex model. We had gone to 'Babies 'R' Us' yesterday afternoon to buy all loads of baby stuff, Bella and Esme had come with us, for a bit of guidance I guess. Any way, back to this damn car seat. I pulled out the stupid manual, and followed the instructions:
1. Take the strap that is on the left, furthest to the back and secure it into the top right of the carseat.
2. Take the strap that is on the right, furthedt to the back and secure it into the top left of the carseat so it forms a cross across your childs chest.
Oh screw this, I thought, and just did it how I thought. I checked it , and looked pretty secure. It should be alright, I thought to myself again.
"Does this look OK?" I asked Rose as she leaned across the door way of the backseat.
" Yep, that looks pretty good. Shall we set off?" she agreed.
Then we climbed into the front and within the hour we were back home.