A.N: Chapter two :) Review! Next Update I'm thinking Friday maybe Thursday if I get bored :P xoxo

Songs for Chap: Jealous Minds Think Alike, "You Me At Six" Jumper, "Third Eye Blind" and Sun, "Daphne Loves Derby"

Spotted: R looking drab whilst doing some discreet shopping in Walmart with a mystery brunette, what's that packet you're holding R? LittleA pining over J as usual, J chasing M. M bedding T in a janitors closet on the job.. ouch J, that's gotta hurt. BigE and the Adonis doing a little running near central park.. can you say yum, because I sure can...

Previously On TWTA

"OH your floor is 29!" Smirking I stepped into the elevator surprised by the sight within...

BPOV

"You're born, you live, you die. There's nothing else to it"

Sat in a huddle on the floor was a woman, her head tucked in her knees, her arms clutched tightly around her legs, white at the knuckles due to the strength of her grasp. I stepped into the elevator the doors remaining open behind me. She seemed oblivious to my quiet entrance, I cleared my throat attempting to gain her attention.

Her head immediately snapped up and her face contorted in a harsh glare. Overlooking her angry expression I noticed her flawless beauty, she was actually perfect. One of those girls who literally make you want to huddle up and cry about your own measly appearance. I didn't get to marvel over that for too long before she broke the silence.

"Who are you?" She demanded, still holding her legs together, a stance which both worried and confused me at the same time. Her hair was in light waves circling her shoulders, she looked so tortured yet at the same time undeniably beautiful. It was such a contrasting image.

"Well, you first."

I saw her swallow and a little tear escape her eye, "Rosalie Hale"

Hale.. why does that sound so familiar? Oh right.. Laura-ent mentioned her, she's the bitch..

"Well I'm Bella Swan." She rolled her eyes obviously not amused by our slight chit chat. "Well that's great. I don't intentionally mean to sound like a bitch but i think it's painfully honest that right now is really not the time for you to get all friendly with me. I'm obviously not in the mood. Now hurry along back to Brooklyn or wherever you're from."

Whoa bitch. "First of all, I'm not from Brooklyn I live here, in this apartment building. Secondly I really don't need this shit right now. I don't care who the fuck you think you are, I was being nice and not telling you to move so I could get up to my floor. I haven't done anything to you, don't treat me as if I just shot your dog or something."

To say she looked taken aback may just be the understatement of the century. I'm pretty sure nobody has ever said anything remotely incriminating to her unless it had something to do with her hair. Her expression changed swiftly in a fraction of a second to somewhat more remorseful.

Before I knew what was happening she started crying. Not one tear, I'm talking full blown, gushing tears. Sobs wracking through her body she clutched her legs tightly again, shaking violently. I stood completely shocked for a moment before collecting my mind and shuffling over to her so that I sat beside her.

"I'm so-rry" She sniffled, nodding in understanding I put my arm around her in comfort and she leaned in to my body. "I just feel.. so.. eurgh so stupid! How could did it? Of all the.. How can I?" She was waffling on slightly saying nothing of consequence and I couldn't really do much but physically be there.

But then again, that's all I ever want from anyone. Don't lie to me and tell me it's gonna be OK. You're born, you live, you die. There's nothing else to it. Wow.. somebody woke up all emo and suicidal today! Rolling my eyes at my inner chatter I turned my attention back to the matter at hand and had a proper look at Rosalie.

She is totally flawless, could easily be a model, even after bawling her eyes out she still looked great.

I noticed that the elevator doors were still open and we were still sitting together in think. To me it felt like it had been hours, I got up and pushed the button for the 29th floor. "Common were going to my newly purchased apartment and are going to eat our body weight in Ben and Jerry's, you're going to tell me all about your shitty conundrum, and I'll even spill the deets about my glorious life."

Just as I finished my mini speech the doors dinged, opening to reveal a hallway with two doors standing opposite each other on reflective sides, each identically similar. I turned back to Rosalie who was still in a crumple on the floor, looking worn out, in need of some serious ice cream therapy.

I reached my hand out and grabbed hers lifting her up into a standing position. She was still crying, only weaker now, slightly more pitiful as a result. Sighing I began walking with her in my tow, taking the key from my head I glanced at the number engraved on the metal plaque. Apartment 29-1P, Walking to the correct door I hauled Rosalie behind me guiding her into the dark room.

Trying to find a switch i began patting the wall. "You just say lights." I glanced up at Rosalie who had perched herself on the floor, "What?" I muttered utterly confused by her statement, "You just say lights." Defining her voice at the word 'lights' the reaction was immediate. The room was illuminated, the surfaces glowing.

Momentarily I was shocked by it's sheer size but then remembered that my mother bought the apartment, so of course it would be lavish as she always flaunts her cash, buying things she neither needs nor desires.

All the walls were glass, revealing the fantastic view of the whole city, the lights glistening. It was like I was in the middle of a silent night club, completely hidden away able to see every movement. It was tranquil and beautiful, I had to give Renee props for knowing what I like. This apartment is perfect.

Momentarily stunned by the breathtaking setting I had forgotten about Rosalie. Taking command I wandered through the apartment in a daze until I met the kitchen. The fridge was standing in the corner, tall and wide. It was massive. I ran over, scolding myself for focusing on such idle details.

Swinging the freezer door open I mentally thanked Stella for always stocking my freezer with Ben and Jerry's, the woman's a saint! Retrieving a tub of Phish Food and Cookie Dough I checked through a couple of drawers until I found spoons.

Happy with my therapy food I walked back into the living room/piano room? I didn't even play. My mother's so weird, always buying things to make me look good when really, I'm about as talented at piano playing as a monkey.

Ignoring the piano in the corner I stepped slowly in the direction of Rosalie. It appeared as though she wasn't even in the room, her mind was completely elsewhere. Her gaze, focused past the confinements of the room, into something that was obviously troubling her beyond believe.

I sat down next to her, passing her the tub of Cookie Dough and a spoon. She smiled gratefully, and wiped her eyes before ripping the seal open. Mirroring her image I ripped the seal open to my own tub and attacked the flat surface with my spoon. Not wasting any time, I stuck the cold sweet heaven in my mouth and relished at the perfect taste. Ahhh it's been far too long!

Looking over at Rosalie she too appeared as though she was experiencing a brilliant heaven. I smirked and closed my eyes as the cream trickled down my throat, soothing the raspy feel it had experienced for the last few days. I hope I'm not getting sick.

Opening my eyes again I turned to Rosalie who was looking sheepishly at me, "I'm really sorry for how rude I was back there. I didn't mean to be, I have just been having such a crappy day and then got the.. I don't even know if I can call it bad news, just completely unexpected."

Nodding in false understanding I gave her a one arm hug, completely shocked again once she resumed her previous tear gushing marathon. I am so not good at this.. I never cry and I mean never. Not even as a baby, Stella always was amazed by the fact that in the seventeen odd years she has known me I have never shed a tear.

I wasn't good with tears, they scared and intimidated me. What exactly was I meant to be doing? Was staying silent the right thing.. or was I meant to do something, or saying something. These were the times I really needed Stella..

"Eurgh I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't cry, I'm Rosalie fucking Hale. I don't do tears." She sniffled some more causing me to laugh. Damn me.. and my stupid reaction to laugh at anything remotely funny or in any awkward situation.

She looked at me with a questioning glare, as if she was daring me to laugh again. That of course only caused me to laugh harder before I managed to splutter and explanation. "I'm so-ry. It's just I'm the same way, I also hate talking about my problems.. but I'm deathly curious..." I left of, hopefully giving her the prompt to explain why she was in my new apartment in the first place.

"I'm pregnant." Ah. Right. That might be a good reason to cry. I'm sure my face scripted nothing but shock and she poked me, snapping me out of my shocked state. "I don't know how it happened.. I mean I obviously know how it happened, but I don't get it. It's meant to be impossible. It shouldn't happen."

What.. she may be the most confusing person ever, she observed my expression and closed her eyes taking a deep breath before beginning. "I'm supposed to be infertile, my mother had the most dangerous pregnancy ever when giving birth to myself and Jasper my twin. And she had to pay and arm and leg for the treatment. It's supposed to be physically impossible for me to get pregnant. On top of that I always made Emmett use a condom regardless. I mean what the hell are the chances that the condom broke and it was that specific time I was impregnated. I mean Jesus! Does he have magic sperm or something."

Giggling I shrugged, "I dunno I'll have to meet him, my mother always said that you can judge a guys sperm count by the size of his arms. But then again my mother did have some rather colorful views on life."

She almost choked on her ice cream, "Well that bloody explains it then!" I gave her a confused look that had 'what the hell are you talking about' written all over it. She laughed herself licking her spoon. "Emmett is fucking huge."

What? I was so not talking about that! "Eww Rosalie I really do not need to know how well endowed your boyfriend is!" I made a gagging noise to emphasize my disgust.

Laughing herself she whacked my arm, "No! I was talking about his arms! But yes little Emmett, well actually that isn't really a suitable name, more like smaller Emmett.. or the second Emmett..."

Eurgh.. if I ever meet this Emmett I will not ever be able to look at him normally. "I mean I swear, he's like this big!" She showed using two fingers on each hand how large, 'little' Emmett really was and I looked at her in disbelief. "Really? That..."

"Yes. That big." Raising my eyebrows in amazement I scratched my head refocusing on her problem. I'm not sure if the word 'problem' is a suitable term to use though.. it's not really a problem more of a deathly miracle.

"So are you happy about..." Pointing to her stomach I smiled at the thought of a little baby growing in there.

"Absolutely, I'm thrilled that I won't have to go through what my mom did, but I'm absolutely terrified. I don't give a shit about reputation which is the first things my parents will think about.. it's Emmett. He's meant to be going to college for football. And he's so good, I don't want him to feel like he has give anything up for me. That's just the kind of guy he is, his heart is made out of gold. He would give up everything for me, and I just can't tell him because I know he will. I love him so much, I want him to be happy and he's not going to be happy not doing the thing he loves."

"Well Rosalie by the sounds of it, Emmett loves you. Football will most probably always come second in his eyes."

I don't know what Laura-ent was talking about, Rosalie seemed great, a bit rough around the edges but she clearly cared about her boyfriend. She wasn't even concerned about herself, how this pregnancy could potentially kill her.

I had learnt about cases like these in my advanced doctorate programme, patients who suffered from what was classed as 'infertility' could potentially become pregnant, but may suffer serious problems throughout the pregnancy. The main being hemorrhaging and high premature rate, as well as over 50% of cases suffering still born's. She was not in for an easy ride and all she thought about was Emmett and how this was going to affect him.

A highly admirable quality to have is selflessness, and Rosalie clearly had a bank full of it. "Have you been to a doctor to confirm your pregnancy yet?" She shook her head and frown on her face. "I had to use one of my mothers old tests, I didn't want anyone seeing me whilst in the store. I think it's pretty definite though, a month and a half of no periods is a pretty tell sign that something is going right. Oh and then there's the positive pregnancy test."

Smirking I nodded, "They are the usual signs yes. But you really should go to a doctor, especially if this is something that should be impossible, you need to be check up on at least once a week due to the risks involved."

Looking me over she mirrored my smirk, "What are you a doctor?" Laughing I shook my head, "Nahh I'm hoping though, I've taken a few classes and do a lot of advanced courses on top of school, they think that I can finish med school in two years rather than four."

She looked pretty impressed, which was the general response, "Wow, you sound like Edward, he's going to be a doctor too, he does some course at Meyer University and wants to finish in two years as well, he's super smart... it's strange, he's actually saved a guys life, Emmett never fails to mention that whenever he goes on blind dates. That boy is so unlucky with love, well that's not true. Plenty of girls want him, he's just too picky, there's always something wrong with them! It's ridiculous. One's too clingy, another isn't smart enough. He actually broke up with a girl because she didn't know who Jane Austen was. His exact words were, "If I, a straight male knows who one of the greatest romantic novelists of all time was, then a female with a brain the size of a pinprick should too. He's just strangely awesome like that."

I smirked, I had to agree, any girl who doesn't know who Jane Austen needs a serious swift kicking to the library. I'm more partial to Emily Bronte but eh, we all have our preferences.

"Ha I bet I can become a doctor before this Edward guy, I'm very competitive."

She giggled shrugging her shoulder, "No offense but he is probably the smartest and most stubborn person I know, so no disrespect but I doubt it." Smirking I shrugged my shoulders in flippancy. "I do love a challenge Rosalie, what exactly are we betting?"

Her grin matched my own and she rubbed the palm of her hands together in a mock of evilness, "If you become a doctor before Edward then I will grant you one major favor that I simply cannot refuse, literally anything. But if I win and Edward becomes Dr Cullen first then you have to do the same for me." Shrugging my shoulder I reached out and took her outstretched hand shaking it gently, very aware of her current pregnant state.

"Bella you're so gonna wish you never made that bet!" Laughing I shrugged my shoulders, "Oh well, it's two years down the line, besides, how bad could it be?" She rolled her eyes at my statement, "Bad Bella. It will be bad! You forget that Emmett is my boyfriend, he is the master at pranks!"

It was weird, I had known Rosalie for about 20 minutes but I felt so comfortable with her, sure we got off to a tad of a rocky start but it seriously felt as though I had known her all my life.

"Speaking of Emmett I really want you to meet him, maybe that way you can help me broach the subject of how to tell him that I'm fucking pregnant." Nodding my head I put another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, speaking at the same time, causing a muffling of the words I was trying to get out, "Mhmm Shounds great, Whjats he like?"

She giggled, "He's great, I've known him for nearly my whole life, he's huge, from all the football it's expected though, he actually makes Alice his sister look about the size of a munchkin, it's adorable. He looks a bit intimidating at first, but that feeling is gone pretty much the moment he opens up his huge mouth, he's just a big teddy bear really."

I smiled, giggling at her glazed expression as she thought about Emmett. "Well he sounds great Rosalie." Glancing at the window I was reminded of the time but then a great idea hit me, "Hey it's getting late, you wanna spend the first night in my new apartment with me, we can have a girly night. I have shit loads of ice cream and no parents."

She looked shocked, "Holy shit! Are you Isabella Swan?" I gave her a confused look, "I did introduce myself earlier."

Laughed she leaned into me, trying to regain her breath, "No, it's just your mother, she's a real bitch!"

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A/N: Again apologies for typos! I'm terrible I know :) It's a bit weird writing Rosalie as a nice person, but she just gets so much stick that in my story Rosalie is nice. I know OOC w/e people :P

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"You're pregnant?" She spluttered.

"Holy shit Rosalie! How the fuck did that happen?" Rose raised her eyebrows in response causing Alice the shriek with laughter.

"NO! I know how.. but I mean how?"

Rose lips upturned in a breathtaking smile, "I don't know. It's a miracle right Alice?"

Alice's smile mirrored Rosalie's, "Of course Rose, a beautiful impossible miracle."

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