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This isn't the last chapter, but the end is near!

Chapter Six

Rosalie's POV

Today marks six months. Not only is this pregnancy the easiest, I've ever had.. it's flying by so quickly. It seems like just yesterday, I was meeting Emmett and Alice for the first time. Since then though, Emmett and I have gotten really close. Neither of us are really making it a known point. We're keeping it casual, and friendly. This baby is our only concern. I just want to give Emmett, a healthy baby girl, a child to love. A life he's always wanted.

My own feelings aren't relevant. They can't be, not in a situation like this. Emmett's a married man, maybe not happily at all times, but still. Whatever I'm feeling is just the baby, and my hormones, playing with my mind.

I don't love Emmett, nor am I in love with him.

I'm just, in love with the idea, of being in love. That's what I've been telling myself. Hoping that maybe, one of these days, I'll believe it.

I have to believe it, there's no other option.

Besides, can you really love someone in that short amount of time? Six months? Is it even possible?

I had to put all my feelings, real or not, aside and focus on reality.

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Sitting down at the island, I glance over at the sonogram. Emmett's little girl. This time, I know the flutter is from my belly. I've been feeling them more often. Like she's finally understanding she can move, is that even possible? Of coarse, it has to be.

I laugh at myself. Why do I suddenly feel like this all is so new to me?

Because, maybe this time it's different. This time is new to me, because this time, this baby is apart of me.

And as much as I hate it, I already feel apart of her. Like when she's gone, I'm really going to miss her.

"Rosie, it's Em."

I wipe the tears from my face, and check my reflection as I'm passing by. I can't let him see me upset.

"Hey, Em!" I smile cheerfully, hoping to convey that I wasn't just crying.

"You ready to go, little mama?" I chuckle, nodding and grab my bag as we head out.

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Sitting up on the table, I smile as Emmett stands right beside me, his hand on my belly. "I think I felt her move earlier." I keep my eyes down on his hands, rubbing slow circles.

"Really?" He grins, kneeling in front of me. "'Kay princess, daddy's here, so how about you move?" I laugh softly.

He looks focused, staring intently at my belly. "I see, you don't feel like moving." He pouts, but I can still see a hint of smile.

And when he touches my belly again, I can feel soft movement. "You didn't feel that?" I ask, as he looks up, shaking his head.

"I think she moved." The grin becomes plastered on his face again.

"You like daddy's voice, don't you, sweet girl?" He cooed, and I could feel that flutter again. Not the baby though, in my heart.

And as much as I hate it, I do all I can to welcome it. Because, I want it, so damn badly.

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"Are you sure, Alice doesn't mind you're here?" Yawning midway, he puts his hand over my mouth, and grins.

"Nope, she doesn't. She's not even home. Since the US Weekly thing.. things have been a bit cold at home." And that's where I feel bad, but Emmett won't hear it.

"Don't you dare apologize, Rosie, it wasn't your fault." He gets his thoughts out, before I can even form a sentence.

I just nod, and continue to watch as he draws circles on my bare stomach. There's so many emotions. It's sweet, yet so intimate.

He's never touched my bare skin before, but it shouldn't be that weird. It's just like before, except there's no material covering my belly.

But the energy has changed, and my breathing has changed. It's more choppy, and my heart is racing.

Emmett doesn't looked phased at all, but he's not the one being touched.

I'm the weirdo, feeling things I shouldn't be. He's just connecting with his daughter, and I'm having thoughts about, things I'm not even going to mention.

Sitting this close, I wonder if he can hear my heart beating in my chest. There's so much stirring inside me, I'm ready to explode.

"Is it weird, I find your belly so attractive?" His voice is low, and raspy. I can't bring myself to look at him.

"No." My voice breaks, and I try to clear my throat.

And I wonder, why in hell, this has to happen to me?

Emmett moves me closer, my legs resting in his lap, I'm almost tucked into his side. And as much as I want to move away; as much as I should move away, I can't. I want to get closer to him, breathe him in. Hold him close to me, and never ever let go. Because, right now, I feel better than I have in my whole life. Better with Emmett, than when I thought I was fine by myself.

Because with Emmett, everything is so much easier.

"Emmett, what are we doing?" The words are faint, but by the way he shrugs his shoulders, I know he heard me.

He went from drawing circles on my belly, to slowly caressing my side.

"Emmett.." I whisper again softly, and before I can even comprehend what's happening, his hands are cradling my face.

Lips parted. Breathing enhanced. His lips ghost over my jaw.

It's amazing, and nerve wracking. I can't focus, my minds to wrapped up.

He hums softly, trailing his fingers along my collarbone. He dips down, peppering open mouth kisses on my neck.

This is wrong, but I don't care.

I take it all in. Loving the feeling of his lips on my body.

"I've been hating myself for the past four months." He mumbles into my neck. "I have a wife, but I'm falling in love with my.." He chuckles. "The mother of my child?"

I sober up a little. "Do you know, that these past four months, have been the best months of my life?" He holds me closer, not in a sexual way, but in a comforting way.

"This past months, have meant more to me, than the time I spent with Alice." One of his arms cradled me, while the other went back to my belly.

"I've been trying to tell myself, this isn't right, that I have a wife. Who I thought I loved, but nothing compares to this." He gestured to us.

I don't say a word, I let him get it all out. Because I know how he feels.

"Alice and I had the biggest fight today. She told me, she knew I was in love with you. She told me I changed, that she could see it in me. She told me to get out, she couldn't bare to look me in the eyes." He whispered, and my heart stopped.

"I told her she was right, and I never meant for any of this to happen. But, I can't change how I feel." Everything was happening so fast.

Did he just confess his love for me? That he was in love with me?

Should I say something? I need to say something. So he doesn't think I'm scared? Right?

"You don't have to love me, Rosie, I don't expect it." His eyes were looking at my belly. "I know, you didn't ask for this." He sounded so hurt, I couldn't let him go any further.

So, I placed my finger on his lip, like he would do to me. "Emmett, please, shut up." I lifted his chin, and looked into his eyes.

"If I said I didn't love you, I'd be lying through my teeth." He blinked.

"You love me?" He shook his head, and I chuckled softly.

"Yes, you big oaf. I love you, I'm in love with you." Wrapping my arms, around his neck, I repositioned myself on his lap.

"I was trying to tell myself I didn't, that it was the hormones. But.. it's not. It's me, and my feelings. And they're all real. And I'm so in love with you it hurts." He held me closer.

"Everyday, I get closer to the due date. And everyday, I had to think about letting this baby go. And watching you and Alice be a family. That hurt more than anything in the world. This baby is apart of me, she's my daughter, and the thought of having to give her up.. it made me sick." He was comforting me now.

"It was all just weighing on my shoulders. That I didn't want to give her up, that I was in love with you.." I let my head fall on his shoulders.

"The only person, I want to raise our daughter with, is you." He whispered in my ear softly. "You're the only one, I want to love, and to spend the rest of my life with."

"And Alice?" I mumbled back.

"Was the wrong person for me. It's clear she doesn't want kids now. If you haven't noticed, she wasn't very eager to come to any of the appointments." He retorted bitterly.

"Alice is finalizing the divorce papers. Apparently, she stopped loving me months ago. She filed for a divorce, about a month before we met you. She was planning for me to do this alone all along."

For the first time, since I've been with him today, I noticed his ring was gone.

Cradling his face in my hands, I leaned in and he pulled me closer. His lips grazed mine, smooth and sweet, he pulled me even closer, and finally, his lips touch mine.

It's raw, needy, desperate.

It's everything I crave, and desperately need.

It's filled with love, raw and unscripted.

Our tongues fight for dominance. His fingers thread my hair, pulling me closer, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

And slowly, just when I'm about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, he pulls away.

"I love you, Rosie, so fudging much."

And I can't help but giggle, because he said 'fudging', and it's the cutest thing ever.

"I love you too, Emmett, so fudging much."

"Say you'll be mine, forever?" He nuzzles my neck gently.

"If you promise, you'll be mine?"

Kissing my jaw, he nods. "Forever baby girl."

I hold onto him tightly, because now I know, I have nothing to worry about.

Because I get to be with Emmett, forever, and together; we can raise our daughter.

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