Note: This was written out of frustration by not finding a good Twilight rp with an Emmett spot open haha. Be nice as this is my first try with Twilight fanfic…and Rosalie. Enjoy.

Rosalie made arrangements. Because of her new found friendship with Bella, she was able to suggest that her sister take her family on a little mini-vacation. Thankfully, Bella took the bait. Bella, Nessie, and Edward were all on a plane headed for some unspecified European country. Good. The last thing she needed was for her brother read her mind. She knew that he wouldn't approve. Not at first. But it would grow on him. It had to. She would make sure of it. And after all, when it was in motion, none of them would be able to argue would they?

But there was Emmett.

"Hey, babe," Emmett chirped walking into their bedroom. Her husband just finished a shower. His body was covered in tiny water droplets. Now if only they had the time, she would make sure that every one of those droplets were taken care of… Focus. She reminded herself.

Rose smirked in return, stepping away from her vanity. "All wet I see. Are you too good to dry yourself off for your wife?"

"Isn't that your favorite game?" He teased back slipped off his towel and pulling on a pair of jeans, although he had one eye on Rosalie in case she decided to initiate her favorite game.

Focus. Rose sat down on their bed and held out a simple gold locket. It was a present from Emmett. The first gift he got her many years ago. It was only months after he was changed. Already in love with her. When Rose was alive she would have laughed at the necklace. Cheap gold. An "R" and an "E" on either side. But she was different now. It meant more to her than any other material object in the world. "Help please," She stated more than asked.

Of course Emmett would try to help. However, his huge fingers were no help with those tiny clasps. Even after helping his wife get dressed for how many years…he still wasn't so good at it. "Maybe I should get those…big magnet clips," He offered as he struggled. Making small grunting noises along the way. "You know. They have them on QVC. For like women in their 80s with arthritis." It was odd that Emmett was so addicted to TV. All of the other Cullens almost looked through the machine. Emmett loved it. Even QVC.

Rose scoffed, "And what are you saying about me?"

"Not you, babe. Just how bad my hands are…there! Oh shit, never mind." Emmett fished for her necklace down the back of her blouse and tried again.

Rosalie bit her lip. Maybe now was better than ever. "Hun. You know, I've been thinking. Nessie's been growing up."

"Don't remind me. You know, I like Jake and all. As much as I can like a shifter, but…when he takes her out on her first date I'm gonna follow them with my jeep," Emmett grumbled. As the girl grew up, her uncles became more and more protective of her. After the whole Volturi thing, who could really blame them?

Rose had to smile at that. She didn't smile often. But when Emmett got protective of Nessie, her stomach did little flips. He would be a wonderful father. "He'll have to be careful. He's a good kid, though. That wasn't what I was thinking about though. With Nessie."

"What were you thinking then?" Emmett asked. After living with Rose for so long, he learned that sometimes it wasn't really worth guessing. His brain power wasn't as strong as Rose's. Nor could he come up with the ideas that she concocted.

Rose paused. She practiced it a thousand times in the mirror, but now that he was here, fumbling with her necklace as if it was a normal day…it was hard to say. "With Edward. None of us ever thought he could have children. For obvious reasons."

"Happy accident," Emmett muttered. Only Rose and Edward knew that Emmett wanted children just as badly as his wife. But unlike her, he wasn't willing to wallow in something he couldn't change.

"Right," Rosalie said slowly. "But it proves something."

Emmett stopped trying to put on her necklace. "And that would be…that Edward's sperm is still hopping?"

Rose rolled her eyes. Her husband. Love him. He wasn't the quickest of them. "No, darling. It proves that male vampires can still father children. As did that native that Jasper and Alice brought that day."

"Yeah…" Emmett started wondering where this would lead. "So?"

Just then, Emmett managed to clasp the necklace. Rosalie pressed her fingertips onto the locket and turned her head to look her husband in the eye. "So. You can still have children. It's just me who can't."

Emmett frowned automatically. "It doesn't matter. If you can't, Rose, then we won't. It's not really possible for us. You know that."

"Not for me," Rose added quickly. "Humans do it all of the time. They find a surrogate…"

Emmett stepped away from the bed, his hands held out in front of his body in surrender. "No. No way, Rose. I want kids, but not with anyone but you. Even if we could…it…it would kill her. Not really fitting for the job is it? Have a baby for us and then die." His face was pained. As if every word was a struggle for him.

Rose had thought of everything that he could say in response. And she was ready to fight for this. For their child. "We could find someone who wants to be immortal. Maybe someone with a terminal disease. Not enough to hurt the baby of course. But someone who would want this life. We could give it to her in exchange…" She stood up slowly and reached out to him.

Emmett took another step back. "No. There is no one who would want this. Not completely. Bella…that was different. We can't do that. You know what Carlisle would say…"

"Forget Carlisle," Rose shouted her frustration seeping through. Why couldn't he see that this was the answer to all of their problems? "Emmett." She took his hand into hers, but his golden eyes avoided seeing hers. "We could do this. I wouldn't care if I wasn't the mother. Not if it was your child. And we would raise him or her together. Nessie would have a companion. She says that she feels alone sometimes. It would solve everything."

Emmett stared down at her finally. "And what of the woman's soul?"

"I never thought you cared about spiritual things," Rosalie murmured never hearing her husband speak of religion or anything relating to it.

He sighed, almost looking as old as he really was for a moment, "I don't. But what if she does? No one walks into this knowing what it will be like. Not even Bella did. And you can't get closer than that. And how would we know who this person would be reliable? Or would survive? The only reason Bella survived is because she was here 24/7."

"Then so would our birth mother," She jumped in convinced that this would work.

"What…" Emmett stopped his eyes away from her again. "We don't even know if I…gave a sample…if it would work. If there is a doctor out there who would do this…Carlisle included."

Rose shrugged her shoulders, not really seeming fond of what she was about to say, "There always is the old fashioned way."

Emmett dropped Rosalie's hands and threw open the closet door. The hinges screamed as they held on for dear life. He immerged a minute later with a hoodie on.

"Emmett," Rosalie started. He was quiet. That was never a good sign. "Emmett, think about it. I know it's a lot to take in…but we could finally have a family like we always wanted."

Her husband stepped into his sneakers and shook his head slowly. "Not like this Rose. Not at the cost of another person's life. I don't consider myself a saint. I've done wrong things in my life. But they were always because I couldn't control myself. And I can control myself here…" Emmett looked into Rose's pleading eyes. "No."

A new pair of gold eyes peered into their room. "Is everything okay here?" Jasper asked quietly his eyes a little wider than usual. The emotions clearly hadn't evaded him.

"Peachy," Emmett practically growled before leaving the room, pushing past Jasper as he went.

Rosalie felt a long, smooth breath of air rush through her. She knew that Jasper meant well, but she didn't want to be calm right now. "Leave me alone Jasper," She whispered turning around and trying not to cry. Why was it that human ability stayed with them?

Jasper slipped out of the room and joined Alice in their own room.

Alice was staring out into space. "I think the two of them are about to make a huge mistake," She whispered so quietly Jasper could barely hear her.

Post note: Yeah, I'm not sure if this is cliché at this point in fanfics. I've only peeked at a few Alice and Jasper ones. But this is my interpretation if it is!