DISCLAIMER: STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS EVERYTHING!

Chapter Four

Rosalie's POV

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You know it's bad, when your "fat" pants, no longer fit you. It's only the forth month, and I'm already switching to yoga pants. Normally, I have until the fifth month, but this is Emmett's child.

Emmett's little spawn, will be the death of my hooha. Standing sideways in the mirror, the baby bulge is in full view. Nothing about this pregnancy will be small.

Grabbing my beloved iPhone, I snap a picture, sending it to Emmett.

"Hey daddy, I foresee a little boy in your future. This is crazy, there's already a bulge!"

I send the message, and reach for yoga pants.

I'm thankful though, because so far, everything is going smoothly. This big little peanut is healthy, and is growing right on time. Dr. Cashich believes this will be an easy going pregnancy. Which is amazing for me, since the last one was a little bumpy. Morning sickness for basically the whole pregnancy.

Hopefully next month, we'll be able to see what the sex is. We includes, Emmett and Alice. At least, I hope so.

Staring at my enhanced figure, my phone chimes, signaling a text.

"FUCKING SWEET, that bulge better get bigger! He's gonna be a monster! ;) Can't have anything less." ~ Emmett

I laugh, shaking my head. Choosing to ignore the content of that text. To anyone else, it may seem like normal daddy talk. Except, this is not anyone. This is Emmett McCarty, and I've learned, his humor is anything but normal. His humor is crude, and filled with profanities. But still, some of his jokes are funny. And he also promised to stop swearing once the baby could repeat him.

He's going to be one interesting parent, but I know he'll be a great one.

(WFME)

5 Months Pregnant

"Meet up for lunch?" ~ Emmett

I typed a quick response, before rejoining the conversation. Listening in as Jasper, and our cousin Edward; discussed pregnancies.

It would be cute and all, if it wasn't going against me. Somehow, Jasper had managed to convince Edward, that what I was doing, wasn't right.

Except, he didn't like how I "worded" it. In his defensive, so he said; he was, "just trying to help me see my mistakes". Yeah, alright; mistakes my ass.

I used to love my cousin, until he went to the dark side. Now he pisses me off, probably even more than Jasper does.

"Would you two fudgetards, shut your pie holes!" I barked out loudly, standing up not as gracefully as I would have liked, but hey, I'm pregnant, bite me.

"Hormones." Jasper muttered dryly. Edward, being the smart ass he is, chose to keep his mouth shut.

"Until you can learn to deal with this, I don't want to hear from either of you." Without waiting for a response, I headed to my car.

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"Sorry about the booth, Rosie; they didn't have anything else." Emmett apologized for the umpteenth time. His sperm was mingling with my eggs, like we had to worry about sitting in a tight knit space.

"Em, it's alright. I'm comfortable." Patting his arm, I glanced over the menu, before bringing up my next topic.

Ahem. Just clearing my throat, because this won't be weird. "So, is Alice coming?" Doubtful.

"She was supposed to join us for lunch, but something came up. She promised, she'd be here to find out the sex." Emmett's face lit up.

"You're really excited, aren't you?" I grinned, biting on my straw like a child. I was excited too.

"Rosie, you have no idea." Rosie; his new nickname for me. I couldn't deal with Angel. "I don't even mind if it's a girl, I'm just so excited." Pulling out his phone, I watched as he quickly scanned through something. "Like this, if it's a boy.. this one.. and for my little princes, this one!" He handed over his phone, and I glanced at the two sets of cribs.

I giggled softly, admiring how much effort he was putting into all of it. "I have to say, I like the little boys better. Blue was always my favorite color." I grinned, handing his phone back to him.

"Really, I was actually liking the pink more." He rolled his eyes, shoving his phone back in his pocket. Only to take it out a second later, when his phone buzzed.

"Fucking bitch." He muttered under his breath, probably not meant for me to hear, but since all of my senses are heightened now, I have ears like a hawk.

I wondered if that was towards Alice?

"Turns out, Alice won't be here." I knew it. Not the time to gloat.

"She can't leave, or something. She said she's sorry, and she sends her love." I pat Emmett's hand, as much as I want to feel bad, I can't. I don't really feel bad, because it doesn't look like he's too sad about.

"Oh well, it'll be a surprise for her!" He grins, and starts chattering on about other stuff. As I try and listen intently, a flash catches my eye, and I turn my head to see a camera man.

"Um, Em.. why is that man snapping pictures of us?" I nudge him, trying not to catch the mans attention more. Looking down, Emmett just shrugs it off.

"Heh, I don't even notice anymore. It comes with the territory. Alice isn't like a world non celebrity, but she's still known." He chuckled, and I was lost. "The first time we had our picture taken; well Alice did, she thought she was being punked. She couldn't believe it, I still can't."

Paparazzi? That's insane, she's just a magazine editor.

"Maybe to us, but not to them." He answers mindlessly.

Huh? I said that out loud?

"Yup, and that too." He chuckles.

Fuck my life. I look over to him, thankfully, I said that to myself.

"Ready to it, mommy?" Em asked, nudging me lightly.

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I'm not fond of these, "beds", they're uncomfortable. You're making a pregnant woman, lie uncomfortably on this.. board? Not right at all.

It has no support, and it does a number on your back. Right now, not so much, but once you hit seven to nine months, let me tell you.. it's a killer.

Emmett doesn't seemed phased by my bitching, he's nodding along, and trying to give me more comfort. But to no avail, I'm still moaning and groaning.

"Hello, Rosalie, Mr. McCarty." Dr. Cashich walks in, always in high spirits.

"Hi." I smile sweetly, not taking my anger out on her.

"Hiya Doc, let's see my son!" Emmett grins, coming to stand right by me.

"He's eager." She grins, setting up the machine. Followed by lifted up my shirt, and placing the cold slimy goo on my belly. I look up to Em, and his eyes are glued to the screen.

"Let's see, there's the head.. spine.. arms.." She trails off, pressing a few buttons, and moving her little wand thing along my belly.

"Ahhh." She murmurs, and I'm pretty sure, Emmett is going to bounce out of his shoes.

"What's going on, doc?" Dr. Cashich laughs softly, pressing a few more buttons.

"Everything looks perfect, baby and mo- Rosalie is healthy." I smiled at her stutter, and you would think after three pregnancies, she would get it right.

"Alright, are we ready to find out the sex?" Emmett nods so quickly, I swear he's going to make himself.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I giggle softly, and nod with him; not as fast though.

"From what I can tell, Mr. McCarty, you'll be the proud papa of a little girl." At the mention of a little girl, my eyes began to blur. Tears. This has never happened before, but I never had a girl before.

"A girl?" He asked softly, for once, and as I looked up at him, I could see the water filling his eyes. "A little girl." He repeated softly.

"I'll give you two a minute alone, and go print out some pictures." She handed me a cloth, and stepped out of the room.

Emmett walked around to the other side, and just stared at the frozen image. "A little girl." I smiled, pulling my shirt down.

"You excited, papa Em?" I grinned, and he turned around nodding.

"More excited than anything in the world." He grinned.

He wiggled in between my legs, and hugged me so tightly. He must of realized, because I didn't even have to say anything, when I felt his grip loosen, but still he had his arms around my waste. His face in the crook of my neck.

"Thank you so much, Rosie, I don't know what I'd done without you." He whispered softly, his voice cracking.

I held him just as tight, and rubbed his back gently.

And in the back of my mind, I was glad Alice wasn't here. And I felt a flutter, not in my belly, but in my heart.

A flutter, that couldn't of meant anything good.

Fuck my Life.

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