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Summery – Rosalie struggles with something (Takes place the night of second son) – 1936

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Confusion
By:
AngelBabs81 and potterfan2006

It was later in the day, nearing evening time, when Esme retired to the den to catch up on some reading, and Emmett had joined her. Carlisle was in his office catching up on some medical articles, on the latest vaccines and medications.

Rosalie had been up in her room ever since Carlisle and Esme had come back with Emmett from hunting and telling her that he had agreed to join the family. Sure she was happy that he agreed, but she still doubted herself and the choice that she had made. After rereading the same paragraph for the tenth time, she tossed the book aside with a sigh. Misjudging the strength of her toss the book skidded off the nightstand taking a glass vase with it. "Just great," she muttered as she got up to clean the mess.

Carlisle heard the glass breaking and decided he needed a break himself. Walking to Rosalie's room, he knocked on the door.

"Come in," she called, sounding a bit frustrated while picking up the glass and tossing it into the trash bin.

Carlisle entered the room, leaving the door slightly ajar as he entered. He saw her cleaning up the mess and gave a small chuckle. "It would be easier if you didn't break fragile items," he told her.

Rosalie glared up at him from the floor, "I didn't do this on purpose," she protested.

"Of course you didn't," Carlisle smiled at her. "What has you frustrated, Kitty?' he asked her.

"I have read the same paragraph ten times," she muttered angrily as the tossed the rest of the glass away and stood up after retrieving her book off the floor. This time when she tossed it on the nightstand it didn't move.

"Why did you read the same paragraph ten times?" Carlisle asked, looking from the book to her. "Romeo and Juliet. Star-crossed lovers. Is that for class?"

"Yah, I just can't seem to concentrate right now."

"What's on your mind?" Carlisle asked, finally looking at her.

"Emmett," she said simply, "and whether or not I made the right choice by asking you to change him. I know he's been withdrawn, and I find myself wondering if I did the right thing, if I made the right choice," she said softly, even for her.

"He is not withdrawn at all," Carlisle assured her. "He is unsure of himself. He was a burly man in his human life so he is still trying to maintain his control of the vampiric strength he has."

"Did I make the right choice in asking you to change him?" she questioned, then admitted something that she never thought she would, "Carlisle, I really like Emmett. Like him, like him."

"And, here I was hoping for you to be Edward's girlfriend," Carlisle let out a half-hearted laugh, even though years ago when he turned Rosalie and she first met Edward, he knew that all they were ever going to be were "siblings" and friends. "Do you have to ask that? You gave me the option to change him by presenting him to me. I could have said that I wouldn't. I could have taken him to the hospital and maybe he would have survived. I knew you liked him, from the moment you pleaded with me to save him. So, do you feel you still need to ask me if you made the correct choice?"

"I guess not. I guess I am still adjusting to all this myself. I mean I really didn't have much of a choice in the matter either. I chose for him, just like you chose for me."

Her words still hurt Carlisle, but he smiled at her. "Try not to break anything else. Maybe take a walk to clear your mind before you try reading Romeo and Juliet again."

Rosalie nodded her head. She knew that her words had hurt him, but she really didn't know what else to say. It was just how she felt. "Thank you Carlisle, I think I'll do that."

Carlisle left her room and returned to his study to read again.

The End