When Jasper closed the door behind him, Rosalie ran to the window seat and allowed her body to rest against the pains. It didn't seem fair. The rest of the world should have understood her sadness. Her despair. If there was any justice in the world, it would be raining. But it was just a normal day in Forks. Just another day for everyone. Another day Rosalie was without what she wanted. And seeing a flash of her husband run towards the woods made her wonder if she lost so much more.
"He couldn't…he wouldn't…" She muttered to herself. Things would just go back to normal. They would flirt. Fight over silly things. They could leave this all behind them. Yet, the damage was done. Rosalie had an idea. An ingenious idea that would work if Emmett was willing to make a sacrifice. Rosalie visited Carlisle at the hospital. She saw the patients holding onto life. Surely there was one person there who would take them up on their offer. And surely, Carlisle would see the light. "You idiot, if this is how Emmett reacted imagine how Carlisle would." She remembered the day she brought Emmett home. Already in love with him, even if she didn't know it yet. Carlisle hesitated. Esme and Edward all out refused her, albeit Esme refused much nicer than her brother. How could she ever believe this could work? Yet, the pain inside of her, the emptiness for not having a child was too strong. While she had hoped that Renesme's presence would curb these feelings, it only made it worse. To see a child that was half Bella and half Edward. So beautiful and so wonderful. She loved her niece, but it wasn't enough.
It wasn't their child.
"Rosalie," A quiet voice murmured. There was a knock on the door. "Rose. Will you let me in"?"
Alice. She heard them. Either that or her pesky ability alerted her to a new decision made by Rose. Although it seemed that all decisions would be put on hold indefinitely.
"Go away, Alice," Rosalie cried out. Sure, her sister meant well but she would never understand. "I don't want to talk to you. Nothing can make it better. Nothing unless Emmett would give in." She felt another tear fall down her fall, all too aware that she was being rather dramatic. And she didn't care in the least. Even if she did sound a lot like Edward at the moment.
But there were no pixie-like footsteps walking away. "Rosalie. I know I can't make it better. And I know you're hurting but…can I at least sit with you?"
"Why?" Rosalie snorted while rolling her eyes. "So you can convince me against this? You know of course." It was really a test, to see if she did.
"I do," was Alice's simple answer. "I know. Unless you and Emmett are about to run off to the nearest clinic right now…I think we can worry about that all later. I just worry about you."
Rosalie never understood Alice. The blond had never been particularly nice to her when she first showed up. Really, if anything she ignored her. As if her new sister wasn't worth the time. Emmett and Jasper grew close quickly. While Alice and Edward seemed to become the siblings that they were supposed to be. Rosalie kept her distance, perhaps she didn't trust the newcomers. Although she was eternally glad that they didn't switch out their room when Emmett and Rose weren't looking. If so, Rosalie would have tried to kill Alice. She needed that bay window, for times like this. And she would have growled at her many times more. If she got too close to her. Emmett. Or if she tried to hunt with her. It wasn't that she didn't like Alice. She didn't know her. But on the flip side, Alice always treated Rosalie like they were the best of friends. Which only aggravated Rosalie more at first. Years later though, it seemed kind of silly to fight it now. They were family. That was that.
"Fine, just don't…try to lecture me," Rosalie sighed standing up to open the door for Alice. "There, happy?" She returned to her bay window just in time to see Jasper's figure run off into the woods. So the couple were tag teaming them. Rosalie might have known.
Alice shook her head slowly. "No, I'm not. Happy, that is. I can't be when you're so upset. Emmett too. I thought Jasper was going to pass out when you two started to fight."
Rosalie stared out into the distance. "Well, that's not my fault. He should learn how to turn that thing off. We can't always be thinking of him."
"I understand that," Alice replied slowly walking into the bedroom. Then she sat down gently on Rosalie's bed, careful not to wrinkle the bedspread. "He doesn't expect you to check your feelings out with him. But, that doesn't make your fight less distressing."
It always seemed that when people talked to Rosalie, particularly when she was in a bad mood, her eyes would roll more often than usual. "Emmett and I fight. We're not perfect. Even Esme and Carlisle fight. You must fight with Jasper on some level," She grumbled knowing full well that Alice and Jasper seemed to have a "perfect" relationship. Of course, she knew there was no such thing.
"Rosalie, I think you know this wasn't a normal fight," Alice pointed out sitting on her hands almost nervously. "You two fight about who the best player in baseball history is. You two fight about what to do when an engine starts to smoke. You two fight about who was the better presidential candidate in 1915. Not this."
The blonde shrugged. "Emmett isn't always up on his presidential candidates. It was just because he was alive then."
"Rose…" Alice started.
"Look, Alice. I appreciate the attempts to help. It's sweet. You're sweet. Lovely even, but talking about this isn't going to help. I don't have what I want. And I might have just lost what I have, so no, no talking about any of this. None. Just wait and pray to God, if you believe in Her, that Emmett will agree with me when he comes back."
Alice simply frowned and stood up. "You have your wish."
Rose frowned not understanding what she was saying. A second later, Emmett was at the door, his chest rising and falling quickly as if he just ran 3 marathons back to back. His eyes were piercing, and seemed to completely ignore Alice. His golden eyes were glued on his wife. "Alice…" He almost whispered, "Can you give us some time?"
But Alice was already on her way out. Biting her lip and trying not to get emotional. Her face showed that she was disappointed and terrified.
When he heard the door close behind him, Emmett leaned against it. All the while never looking away from Rose. She took a deep breath, recognizing the look in his eye. But too worried to call him on it.
"Yes." Emmett said simply. "We'll do it."
Rosalie threw herself at Emmett, hugging him tightly first then kissing his face. It was really going to happen. She would still have Emmett. She would have him forever. And now they would have a child. Their child. If Rose's heart was still beating, she was sure it would burst with happiness. "You won't change your mind. We'll be so happy-" But Emmett pulled away from her and held out his pointer finger.
"A couple of conditions, though. First, we find someone who would want to do this. Who would want to live our lives. As veggie vamps too. Plus someone we like. We might get a baby out of this, but we also might get a new sibling. So we gotta like her, and she also has to know that you and me are the parents."
"Agreed," Rosalie chirped quickly, ready to celebrate. Yet, Emmett's finger was still up.
"Second, we have to convince Carlisle." The first condition Rosalie could live with. She would have to like the woman that carried their baby after all. But this? This might be bordering on impossible.
"Emmett…" She whined.
Her husband raised his hands up as if he was giving in. He wasn't. "Look, I like the old fashioned way, you know that, but not with another woman. We have to convince him so I can give him a sample and he can work his doctor magic. Okay?" As if they were only business partners, Emmett held out his hand for hers to shake.
Rosalie crossed her arms and eyed him carefully. He really wanted this. The child and the conditions. She didn't know what Jasper said to him, but whatever he did…it worked. And despite the conditions, Rosalie could deal. As long as he knew… "That's not going to be simple."
"No," Emmett returned. "But I think we might be able to convince Esme first."
Esme was over the hill when Renesme was born. Why wouldn't she be the same when another child was born? And if there was anyone who understood her desire for children it was their vampire mother. "Might be easier that way."
"Bingo," Emmett smirked.
Rosalie shook his hand in agreement, and then closed the distance between them again. Her arms wrapped around his large, but toned waist. "Fine, any other conditions?"
"Not that I can think of…oh…well there is this one." Emmett smirked, obviously up to something.
However, Rose was a few steps ahead of him. Now their bodies were completely meshed together. "And what would that be, husband mine?"
"I would like to try the old fashioned way just one more time," Emmett requested, his hands moving down the curves of his wife's hips, "Who knows, maybe the 19 millionth time is the charm. And we should check regularly. Even when we have the baby. Yeah? Just in case." His lips moved down to caress Rosalie's neck.
Rosalie laughed. It didn't happen often. But when it did, it was always because of Emmett. And not only was he the beautiful husband, now he was going to be a beautiful father. The one she always dreamed he would be. "We wouldn't want to skip steps would we? We need to be throughout," Her fingers tugged at the bottom of Emmett's shirt as he took steps back towards their bed.
Emmett fell backwards taking Rosalie with him. The bed broke their fall. "Absolutely!" He called out before their lips crashed together.
Angela Weber looked down. They told her not to look down. "Oh my…" She didn't get to finish speaking as a squeal was all that came out.
"C'mon, Angela. We practiced. Keep going," Professor Whitaker called down to her. The man in his 60s started back up the side of the mountain without a problem. Slowly reaching for a grip and moving himself up. "This is what you've prepared for."
Sure, she prepared for climbing up walls that were made out of plastic and had colorful hand grips. But there were none of them out there. Not to mention if she fell, there wouldn't be a big blue mat to break her fall. All she had was a series of ropes and knots. That might be eaten by termites…if her luck continued on its horrible path.
"Wonderful," She muttered to herself. Taking a deep breath and then taking another step up.
Angela wanted a change, some kind of an adventure to start herself anew. Ben broke off their five year relationship out of the blue. In all honestly, Angela was waiting for a ring while Ben must have been looking for a way out. Then there was her change of major. Her whole life she was told she would make a good math teacher. So that's what she did. Until she took a sole painting class and fell in love with art all over again. A passion that she was steered away from in middle school from her practical parents. When she told them that she was changing majors, they didn't talk for weeks. Getting away, yeah, she needed it. Although the Watchung Mountains on the La Push reserve might not have been the best place for that personal journey.
Another hand, another grip. Another need to look down.
Angela groaned and loosened the straps of her helmet, it felt like it was choking her. She held onto her helmet in her arms while she tried to gather her courage. The heat of La Push wasn't helping either.
"Take a deep breath," A classmate told her. "Everything is going to be just fine."
Angela closed her eyes, not even seeing who it was that was giving her the advice. When she opened them, no one was there. Before she got to really think it through, there were yells coming from above. "Watch out!"
Baseball sized rocks fell from the top of the cliff, hitting Angela's Professor in the back. One hit Angela's left hand. She let go. Her foot slipped as did the helmet from her grasp. The tip of a boulder nicked her shoulder, pushing her around to meet the rock wall as she fell. A few seconds later, her rope caught her. But she hang there in midair. Blood pouring from her hairline.
As she fell into unconsciousness, she noticed large dark clouds coming towards the mountain.