Rosalie POV

I sprinted home as fast as I could, I needed to see Jasmine, to make sure the mongrel hadn't killed her. Okay, perhaps that's a little to dramatic but I still had to make sure she was okay. As we approached the house I was filled with worry. What would I do if I she was gone. My self control would go bust and Emmett would have to order anger management classes for the rest of eternity. I clutched Emmetts arm for support and we walked inside. I was filled with relief when I heard my little girls infectious laughter. Okay, she was fine, but where were Jake and Nessie? I looked in the kitchen, not there, then I heard squeals of high pitched giggles coming from Alice's down stairs walk in closet.I went to look inside and saw Jacob and Nessie trying on Alice's clothes, playing at being catwalk models. Oh boy, was Alice going to be were clothes all over the floor, her perfectly lined up shoes were all knocked over and all of her scarfs were crumpled. Even worse Nessie was wearing one of Alice's custom designed dresses from the line she was designing, Alice's favourite Louboutins and her first engagement ring from Jasper! Talk about perfect timing, at that moment Alice shoved past me and a look of horror filled her face.
"JACOB BLACK WHAT THE FREAKIN' HELL ARE YOU DOING WEARING MY NEW BURBERRY SCARF?" Alice yelled.
" Me and Ness were playing models!"
"Thats it! You can order this all in designer terms, and it better be perfect!" Alice ordered.
She began giving him complex instructions on where everything had to be, it was hiliarious. After a short while of watching that I dragged Emmett away from the amusing event and took him to the lounge where we discovered Jasmine and Taylor having what seemed like a princess tea party. They began to tidy up but they looked like they needed help.

Emmett POV

"Here lemme take that," I said taking every thing out of Taylors arms and stowing it into the trunk it came in.
Then I burst out into laughter when I saw the ridiculous out fit that Taylor was wearing. He was dressed as Prince Charming. He had the tights, the pouffy shorts, every thing, it was hilarious.
"Lovely isn't it?" He chuckled.
"Nice! Later dude!" I complimented sarcastically.
"Daddy, do you like my dress?" Jasmine asked.
"It's very pretty! What princess are you?" I asked.
" Cinderella!" she squealed.
Rosalie scooped her up in her arms and cooed at her.
"Of course you are, isn't Daddy silly!" She laughed.
"Can you tell me a princess story?" Jasmine asked.
Rosalie was about to begin when I cut in.
"I got it!" I said.
"She raised her eyebrows but didn't stop me. I sat down on the couch with Rose, Jasmine on her lap.
"Once upon a time, there lived a very beautiful princess caled Jasmine, she ruled a kingdom called Fairyland, and everyone loved her very much. She was always brought gifts and she had a dress for every thing! A pink dress for gardening, a red dress for bedtime, a yellow dress for school..." I trailed on and on about endless dresses in intricate detail.
" One day she went to a ball with Prince Taylor, her true love. He asked her if she wanted to be his wife and have a nice wedding so she could wear a pretty white dress! She said yes and they all lived happily ever after. The end!" I ended.
Jasmine's eyes were drooping and me and Rose took her upstairs and placed her in her bed, and sighed it had been a long day.