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Chapter Three

Rosalie's POV

I love my brother; I really do.

"So you're doing this again?"

But when he starts to bitch about what I choose to do, my love for him dwindles.

Our mother has accepted it, so why can't he?

Yes, he's married, has two beautiful children, has a wonderful job. But that does not give him the right to shit on my life.

"Jasper, shut up."

I sip on my smoothie, trying to loose myself in the deliciousness of the raspberry, mango mixture. But he makes it so damn hard.

"Rose, I don't mean to pick on you. I really don't. I know you love doing this, but when will it ever be your turn."

Ah, yes. Concerned big brother, I've heard this side of him before. It was sweet the first time, now I just want to punch him. Because really, who is he kidding. We both
know how shitty of an older brother he was. I mean, sure, he had his moments, but come on.. he could of done a lot better. I guess this is how he's making up for it. Lovely.

"You're twenty four years old, do you really think you can keep this up? Popping out babies. It's not healthy, Rose." Blah, blah, blah.

"Jazz, will you shut it, please."

He nods, casting his eyes down. But I can tell he wants to go on, he's not finished. How he can repeatedly talk about the same things, how does he not get sick of listening
to himself.

"But seriously, how many more do you plan to pop out?" He mumbles, and I nearly loose my composure. Smacking my hands down on the table, I blow up.

"Jasper, are you serious, I asked you nicely, just shut up!" He's trying to be the concerned older brother, I get it, I really do. But there's a limit, and he's pushing it.

"Alright, fine. I have to go meet Maria, I'll call you later." He kisses my head, as I mumble as goodbye.

Enjoying the quietness of my own thoughts, I slouch back in my chair closing my eyes. No one bitching, no one going on and on. Just me, my smoothie, and quietness.

That is, until my phone beeps. Text message. Emmett.

"Hey angel, free for lunch? My treat!" ~ Emmett

I think it over for a few seconds, do I really want to seem eager? Before Emmett, I've never had interaction with the babies parents. But my curiosity got the best of me.

"I'm at the cafe in town, you can join me, but only if you fill me in on this mysterious, Mrs. McCarty." ~ Rose

(WFME)

As soon as he sits down, Emmett gets straight to business. I like it. No bullshit.

"So you want to know about my wife?" He asks, taking a sip of the fresh water. I nod, flipping through the menu.

"Alice, well.. she's a different kind of person. You really need to understand her, to really love her."

I keep my comments to myself, and nod, letting him know to continue.

"She's serious about her work, she focuses on work, because she can't have children. Which you obviously know, or we wouldn't be talking." He smiles, following my lead
and picking up his own menu.

"So you're really married to her?" I look straight at him, and the look he gives me, it's filled with confusion, and I can see the smile dancing on his lips.

"It doesn't seem like it, does it?" He chuckles. "But, yes I am. At times, I wonder if I'm married to her too."

"So, I'm not giving this baby to a pathological liar, who thinks he's married to Alice Brandon?" This time, he laughs so loud, I wonder if he's going to break his laughing box.
Laughing box? Not sure if that's the right terms, but you understand.

"As much as I think it would be easier, to be a pathological liar, and live in a dream world, where I'm married to Alice and everything is peachy keen.. that is not the truth.
I'm married to her yes, and at times it's not the best. But we manage. We got married six years ago, I was twenty two.. and she was twenty. Just starting out in her career.
We wanted a family right away, a big one too. But shortly after, we found out Alice couldn't have children.. and that's when she threw herself into her work." Emmett's easy
going personality seemed to diminish.

His whole marriage, it seemed to be tainted, just because Alice couldn't conceive. And now more so than ever, I hated this woman even more. Maybe it was wrong of it, but
to neglect your husband, close yourself off completely. It seemed so unfair.

"I'm so sorry. For you.. and Alice." I nearly had to choke it out. Because honestly, Alice was the least of my concerns.

"I know what you're thinking, Alice must be this ice cold bitch. She's not though, well; she wasn't until I brought up other ways. I want children, but Alice, she's still warming
up to the idea." He continued, "I'd love a child, no matter if it's my own or not. It's hard on her, she won't be apart of this baby, the way I will." He says the last part quietly,
and I know what he means.

He's apart of this baby, it will be his blood. But Alice, she has no real claims to the baby. Only because she's Emmett's wife.

So maybe the ice princess, isn't that cold after all. Maybe, I can see where she's coming from.

As he cleared his throat, Emmett smiled up at me. "Alright, so let's talk about you, Angel." His smile is so genuine.

"Angel?" I ask, laughing a little. I'm sure, Ice Princess, would love to hear him calling me angel.

"Yes, Angel, because you are. It's like you were sent down, from the baby heaven, to give me this amazing gift." And if I didn't hear it myself, I would of never believed, a
man would ever say something like that.

I grinned, rolling my eyes playfully. "Well, Mr. McCarty, aren't you the sweet talker." He grinned sticking out his tongue, smiling even bigger than before. And now I can see
his dimples, as big as life.

"Alright, so me? Well, I'm twenty four.. single, and well.. I'm not very interesting." I smile, and shrug my shoulders. "The best thing about me is.. well, I can make people
happy. And I know that this won't last forever, so.. maybe.. I'll do something else to make people happy." Again, I shrug my shoulders. I'm quiet boring, if you ask me.

He just seems to take it all in, my boring life and everything. "Well, my life isn't that better. I'm a teacher.. history.. and a football coach. I like chicken wings and chips. And I
want to be a dad, have a son, who I can toss the football around with.. and a daughter. My little baby girl, who will eventually grow up and become a woman, and give me
gray hair." Everything about him seemed so real and true, but I kept coming back to his wife.

In my picture of his life, it was him, this family man; with a wife, who was loving and warm. A considerate human being, who didn't turn to ice, when he brought up other
ways to have a family. A family, she had said she wanted.

"You speak so fondly of being a father, it's refreshing." I smile, nodding over at him. And as I do, his smile becomes even more bigger.

"It's all I ever wanted, to be a father. Which is why I'm so greatful to you. Without you, none of this would even be possible."

I reached over, and touched his arm. "I'm glad I could help you."

"So am I, Angel." He squeezed my hand gently, his eyes locking with me.

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