DISCLAIMER: STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS TWILIGHT

TWO MORE CHAPTERS, AND THEN THE STORY IS OVER :(

Rosalie's POV

Eight months pregnant, I'm almost there; yet it feels so far away. In the last month, I gained ten more pounds. Either Cupcake is going to be a little chubber, or we're having a boy. Part of me hopes for a little boy, a miniature Emmett. The other part of me wants Cupcake, but all of me just wants this over with. When the baby is yours, it's a lot different. I'm learning this quickly. Everything is different now, and I wish, I could do it all over. Pay more attention, and enjoy it more. But I have a feeling, Emmett's going to want more than one child. That's fine by me, because, actually making the baby with him; that will be the best part.

It's me against the table, again. And as I try and find a comfortable position, Emmett paces back and forth. "Rosie, I think you jinxed us." He says calmly.

Looking at him, I must look confused; which I am. But he grins, and sits down. "You keep saying it's going to be a boy.. now I feel like you're right. To be honest, you're kind of huge." He smiled sweetly, quickly getting up and moving across the room.

"Emmett! You jerk!" Did I mention, Emmett also got along well with Tanya too? They're both blunt mother fuckers. I do love them dearly though, but they need to not piss off the pregnant woman.

"I'm sorry, but it's true. And I mean the in the best, and nicest way possible."

"You just call your wif- girlfriend.."

"My what?" He cuts in, and I feel my face flush. I almost said wife, and he caught it. And, I'm so, well.. I really don't know.

"Your girlfriend." I give him the same teasing grin, but he doesn't fall for it like I do. Damn him!

"My wife?" He smirks, moving back towards me, hovering over me. "You got that right." He leans down, taking my face in his hand and kissing me so hard, that it almost knocks the breath out of me. "Maybe not right now, but soon. You're stuck with me, woman." Smirking against my lips, he kisses me again, this time softer, slow and filled with love.

"Knock, knock." Emmett pulls away slowly, as Dr. Cashich walks in. "Hello!" Perky as always, it was calming though. A doctor who would of been, grumpy and down, would of pissed me off.

"How are you feeling, are you concerned?" She looks over the chat, as her eyes focus back to mine. "We didn't have a scheduled appointment today, I was a little worried when I was your name on my list." Pulling over her stool, she sits down, lifting my shirt and feeling my stomach.

"Rosalie, wants to make sure it's a girl. She has feelings its a boy." Emmett replied, shrugging, taking his normal spot.

"Oh, well, let's check it out. I'm glad that there aren't any complications?"

"Nope, everything is going well."

Cold, slimy, green, just gross.

"She's on the heavy side.. she's growing nicely though." Doctor Cashich chuckles, and then her brows furrow.

Emmett sees this too, before I can ask, he's already there. "Everything alright?"

Pulling myself up a bit, I try and get a good look at the screen, but none of it really makes sense.

Clicking buttons, she moves the wand thingy, and tilts her head a bit. "Well, it could be the umbilical cord is in between her legs, or Rosalie has been right." Looking at the screen, she puts out what could either be a boy, or just a mishap.

"You can't tell for sure.." She smiles, chuckling softly.

"Well, just to be on the safe side, think of both names. We can give it another go on your next appointment."

Stepping out of the room, I face Emmett, and I can't lie; I'm feeling a little smug.

"I know my body." Emmett shakes his head, helping me down from the table. "It's a boy." I'm confident.

"It's just the umbilical cord, it's a girl, I know it!" Patting his cheek lovingly, I reach up and peck his lips.

"Sure baby, it's a girl." Heading towards the door, Emmett's behind me, almost reassuring himself, that it is in fact, a girl. Men!

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My parents house has been turned into baby wonderland. It's oddly annoying. Streamers and confetti, diapers, bottles, everything. It's filled to the max. Plus tables and tables of food, and I can't help but wonder, how many people are coming.

Mom even went so far, as to get two cakes. A pink and a blue one. With the words, girl and boy written on each cake with a question mark. Very creative, I must say. Mom was always amazing at party planning, it still makes me wonder, why she chose to be a nurse, instead of a party planner.

But it makes sense, dad's a doctor, mom's a nurse; it's kind of cute.. in a way.

But, back to baby land. It's a bit overwhelming. And a bit scary, because; its just setting in, that we've accomplished pretty much nothing. At almost eight and a half months, all we have done is settled on the babies room.

It's not like we didn't try, everything turned out so much differently than I expected. I never planned to be a mom, nevertheless; having a baby of my own, in such a short time frame. I mean, could you really blame us?

"You're glowing, simply beautiful." Turning around I see her familiar face, and I'm a bit shocked to see her, but see very excited. "I can't believe it's been five years!"

Angela. My best friend in high school. When she moved away, we sort of lost touch.

"I can't believe it's you!" She hugs me, or at least tries. But makes due, with just kissing my cheek. "The girl who swore she'd never have kids, and look at you now."

Angela smirks, and I can't help but smile. It's true, I never wanted kids. But Angela doesn't know about my "work".

"I guess, I just met the right man." She grinned, nodding to the left. And I guess, she's been told of Emmett.

"I've seen that hunk of man, lucky bitch!" She laughs, and looks at my belly.

"Can I feel?" Normally, I'd say no.. it's creepy, but this is Angela, my best friend; or former, whatever. I obviously say yes.

"Wow, that's so surreal. You, Rosalie Cullen, a mom." She shivers, and I roll my eyes.

"Well, I'll let you get back to things, but don't forget about me." Giving me one last kiss on the cheek, she saunters off, and I head to find momma dearest.

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Glancing over the guest book, it's filled with names, I'm vaguely familiar with, names I know and love, and then names I don't even know. Leave it to Mama Cullen to invite all of Washington.

But as I'm glancing along the lists, one name sticks out, and I see a bit of red.

"MOM!" I tried to keep from screaming, but I'm pretty sure I failed. Since her reaction was to almost drop a stack of plates, clutching her chest. Too bad! I'll feel bad later.

"What the fu- fudge, Rosalie!" She lightly whacks my arm with the towel, coming over to my side.

"What, is the matter?" I point to the book, third page, fifth line. Alice Brandon.

"Alice?" I nodded, still fuming. Why in the world, would she invite her?

"She said you and her go way back." And she didn't see a problem with this? A complete stranger, someone she's never met!

"I sort of remembered her name, so I figured, you must of been friends." I breath in deep, then let it out slowly.

"You sort of remember her name, because I've mentioned it a few times in the past eight months!" Don't get angry, calm Rosalie.

"See, I knew it was familiar!" She's proud, but now isn't the time to be proud.

"THAT'S EMMETT'S EX WIFE!" I'm pretty sure I scream, because I've lost it, I've checked out. Rosalie has left the building.

She knows she fucked up too. "Oh dear god!"

Yes mother, oh dear God. Fabulous. This is going to be one fun baby shower.

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Pacing to the best of my ability, I watch intently as the guests start rolling in a few faces I know. One or two, I'm not sure of. Everyone but the face I'm looking for.

Alice Brandon, will not step foot inside of this house, nor will she be close to my child. In my stomach or not. I don't trust her, as far as I can throw her.

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The party is in full swing, and as much as I try and calm down and enjoy myself, I can't take my eyes off the door. The parties almost over, but I still don't feel any better. It's almost like she's taunting me, waiting for the right moment to spring. Like I'm her prey, and she's luring me in. And I'm over thinking everything. My mind is racing, my heart is beating, it's insane.

Alice Brandon, is no one. She is nothing, and I won't let her scare me.

Saying goodbye to the guests, and I think I piss myself. Alice.

Fashionably late, is an understatement. She shows up, when everyone is gone.

"I'm sorry, but the parties over. I'll let Rosalie know you stopped by." My dad intersects her from coming into the house further.

"Could I come in and say hi, I've missed her so much."

She's missed me? Is she high?

I begin my breathing exercises again, and I'm praying this doesn't set off early labor. Who knows, pregnancies are weird.

"I'm sorry, but she's laying down. It's been a long day for her."

Carlisle has on his firm voice, I knew that voice very well. He tried to use it on us when we were growing up. It didn't work much, but still got to give him credit.

"Rosalie is sleeping, and we aren't waking her up." Jasper says, very coldly, walking down the stairs. Taking his place by our father, they seem confident that they have won, but if I know Alice; which I don't, but still.. it doesn't seem like she's one to back down.

"Jesus, she's pregnant, not sick. Just let me go see her, it'll only take a moment." Her sickly sweet voice, is making me want to retch.

"What the hell is all the bickering about?" I step from my place behind the wall, and hope I seem groggy enough.

"Rosalie, darling!" Alice chirps, pushing her way past Carlisle and Jasper.

And what's this darling bullshit?

"Uh, hi." She moves swiftly across the room, pulling me into a very uncomfortable hug.

"Let go." I pull back, keeping my hands firmly on my stomach. Letting my eyes linger on her. "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to come here, and tell you to enjoy this all while it lasts." Her smile was so brilliant, that if I didn't know how she was, I might have been fooled.

"Alright, that's enough, let's go. Get out." Jasper seethed.

"No, Jazz.. it's alright. She's just delusional. She's crazy, basically. Because this child isn't hers. And if she takes this to a judge, the most she'll get is time." I doubt it, maybe if she tried to steal Cupcake - I need to think of a boy food; not the point. But she wouldn't get close enough to steal my child. Her attempts are pointless.

Like I said before, she has no claim on this child. It's our, as in mine and Emmett's.

"That's my child!" Her face flushed; and Jasper stepped closer.

"It's my eggs, Emmett's sperm. You did not create this child, you are not carrying her. So how does that make her yours? And when you were supposed to be involved, you were never there. I'm thankful you can't have children, God knows you'd abandon the poor thing. Now, don't make my brother angrier than he is. Get out of my house."

Jasper stepped in front of me, "The doors over there." In all my years, I've never heard Jasper sound so cold.

"This isn't over." Turning sharp on her heels, Alice nearly stomped out the door, slamming it behind her.

Turning to face me, Jazz cradled my face. "Are you alright?" Dad was at my side as well, but the only person I wanted was Emmett.

"I'm fine.. thank you guys." I hugged them both tightly, but excused myself to my old bedroom, and prayed Emmett returned quickly.

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Since the incident with Alice, I've never been alone once. Whether I'm with Emmett, Jasper, My parents.. whoever, I'm constantly with someone. They believe Alice could cause more harm than she's letting on. I think they're going a bit over board, but I love my family for caring so damn much. I mean, I wouldn't except less, but completely changing their days around, is more than I ever expected. Maybe I'm thinking less of them, who knows, I'm just glad they care.

Especially Emmett, who was more scared about the baby than me. I didn't take it personally, I was the same way. But we vowed, that no matter what, she was our only priority. Keep her safe, no matter what. And that's what we'd do, keep her safe. We were a team.

He's my rock, and he's kept me from crumbling down. There's no other person, I'd rather share this with. Not all the drama, but the good stuff.

Even if he is being a weirdo, and pacing back and forth, shouting random names. And every single one of them, I chose to veto.

We have little less than a month, and I hope we can find a name by then.

Can you leave the hospital, with a nameless child?

I really hope so.

We're screwed.

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