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Chapter Nine

Rosalie's POV

Trying to stay quiet in bed, while someone sleeps beside you, while you have possibly the worst contractions in your life.. is the hardest thing ever. Today I'm forty weeks, and today my little Cupcake wants to meet the world. I couldn't be any more happier, but I just wished I could of gotten a few more hours of sleep. The clock on the bed side table, reads four twenty five in the morning. Am I excited to be up this early? Not really. But as another contraction hits, and I do all I can, not to scream out.. I brace myself for a long day.

In out, in out. Easier said than done.

"Emmett, babe.." He sleeps, dead to the world.

The contraction fades away, sighing softly, I smack Emmett's arm. "Wake up!" He jumps a bit, opening his eyes and looking around.

"Emmett, you need to wake up.. NOW!" Flipping over onto his back, Emmett stretches and mumbles about, 'needing to take a piss', cute, right?

"Emmett, I'm having contractions!" Stopping in the doorway, Emmett turns around.

"Contractions, why didn't you say something?" He's calm, but I can see the sweat forming. He's playing cool. "Just relax, kay babe? Breathe.. I'll call the doctor." He kisses my head, and turns to leave for the kitchen.

Pulling on the same yoga pants from last night, I run a brush through my hair. I've had previous experiences with this sort of thing. Getting up off the bed is the hard part, but thankfully, I get up quick enough, because when I take a step towards my make up desk, there's a pool of water at my feet.

"Emmett!" I feel like I've said his name so many times, in the span of five minutes. Nope, it's only been three.

"I called the hospital, babe.. they're waiting for us." He has my over night bag on his shoulder, and our coats over his arm. "Holy shit babe.. did you piss yourself? I would of let you go first!"He grins.

"No you jackass, my water broke!" At that moment, my body is wracked with another contraction. This one is stronger, more forceful, so much more I almost collapse to the ground, but Emmett is there and holding me steady.

"Breathe, babe. You're doing amazing." He coaches me, rubbing my back gently. If he thinks I'm doing amazing now, wait till he sees me later.

"Hospital. Drugs. NOW!" I gasp out, clutching onto him for dear life.

(WFME)

Breathe in, breathe out. Just relax, want some ice chips? You're doing great!

If anyone says anything else, I swear I'm going to rip their heads off.

And because, I've never felt this much pain in my life. This is a whole new level of pain. It's like this is my first child birth, and I have no idea what I'm getting myself into.

I'm moving along nicely, so they tell me. When I came in at five, I was dilated, now at ten.. the doctor just checked me and I'm at seven.

That's only two centimeters, in five hours. How is that moving along nicely?

And with every hour that passes, the contractions get worse. Like as in, blood-curdling screaming. The kind that makes your blood run cold. I've done all I can, to not pass out from the pain. I feel bad for Emmett, because I still blame him for getting me pregnant.

Maybe he didn't touch me, but his sperm mingled with my eggs, therefore; this is his fault.

He's being smart, and not arguing with me. And I hate how calm and relaxed he is. It's like he's been through this before. He's so perfect, it makes me sick.

Did I mention, I'm not feeling any love today. Today, I just want to rip your throat out. Yeah, what a nice momma to be.

(WFME)

At ten I was seven, and now at one.. I'm fully dilated and ready to push.

I've watched closely, as Emmett heard this. His calm facade, quickly fell short. His pacing and sweaty forehead, tells me he's scared shitless.

He won't admit it though, and it's driving me insane! Why can't he be weak? Why can't he confide in me, that he's nervous.

I excepted him to be nervous, this is his first labor.. his first child. It's natural.

"Emmett, come here!" I growl out, sounding a lot more harsh, than I intended to. "Come here." I tug on his shirt, pulling him closer.

"Relax, please. Everything's going to be fine." I say softly, and then another contraction hits me like a break.. and I'm gripping Emmett's shirt so tightly, my knuckles turn white.

I can feel the air getting knocked out of my body, the pain is so intense, and the epidural hasn't helped much.

"You're doing great, Rosie, and I'm sorry for being such a horrible partner. I'm supposed to be helping you." As much as I would love to console him, I'm in the middle of a really fucking painful contraction, so I don't care how he feels.

I scream as loudly as I can, and no it doesn't help me, I just feel the need to scream. Because honestly, what else can I do?

Emmett let's me squeeze his hand, and I think I might break it at one point. "It's fading..." I rasp out, loosening my hand.. laying back.

"Alright, Rosalie, are you ready?" Dr. Cashich walks in, gown on and ready to deliver.

I nod, and let the nurses do what they need to. Emmett gets a gown on, and he's back at my side.

"I love you, Rosie, you know that right?" He leans down to kiss me, and I can't ignore the wetness in his eyes. "Like, more than anything in this world, baby." Kissing me deeply, he smiles against my lips.

"I love you too. Always." I smile back, and I feel the need to do the next thing. "And I'm sorry for whatever I may say.. I don't mean any of it... and I love you more than anything, and I promise.. you won't be banned from touching me." I laugh a little, squeezing his hand gently.

And when it's time to push, he's right beside me, letting me mentally abuse him. Taking it all in, and just humoring me.

And when another contraction hits me, and it's time to push.. he lets me squeeze his hand, so hard, that both of our knuckles are white.

Sweat pouring off my face, out of breath, and still he tells me he loves me, and I'm doing amazing.

I want to scream, to hit, to kick.. anything.. because right now, I don't want to hear how much he loves me.

"Push, Rosalie, now!" She tells me.. and I push.. and I keep pushing, but there's only so much I can do, before I fall back, panting like a dog in heat.

"I can't.." Shaking my head, I close my eyes tightly, praying the tears don't fall. A cool cloth is placed on my head, his lips at my ears.

"Come on babe, push. Get mad at me, take all your frustration out. Think of pushing, as a way to slap me.. It's my fault you're pregnant." He taunts, and I push harder, trying to do what he says. But all the pushing, just makes me even more exhausted.

"And again, push!" Gritting my teeth, I lean forward, and push. Harder.

I can't take it anymore, it's like I pushed all I could.

"I see the head, Rosalie.. you're almost there!"

Emmett puts another cloth on my head, letting go of his hand, he flexes his fingers. "Oh man up!" I grunt out, trying my damn hardest to push. Push like my life depended on it, because in fact, a life does depend on it.

Our child's life. And I know, if I don't hurry up and push, she could have a lack in oxygen.

I focus on Cupcake, push, push, push. The nurse counts, while the Dr. Cashich grabs another tool. I don't even think about it.

Emmett's hand returns to mine, and I squeeze once more, with all my might.

"Here comes the head.. come on Rosalie, push!"

One last big push, it's all I need. It's all I can do. Because, I'm so drained, and exhausted, I feel like I'm going to pass out, if I have to push much longer.

So I push, hard, and long.. I refuse to give up.

And when I hear a faint cry, and Dr. Cashich saying it's a boy, I know my job is done.

Falling back on the pillows, Emmett is a blubbering mess at my side.

And that's when I realize, I was right.

It's a boy!

(WFME)

My eyes open slowly, and as I take in my surroundings, I realize.. it wasn't a dream. My hands go to my belly, still round, but there's no baby.

"Hi mommy." I gaze up at Emmett, sitting beside me with a little bundle in his arms. He looks so proud, and I can't even begin to explain how much love I feel.

"It's a boy?" I remember, smiling so big, I feel like I'm going to break my jaw. Standing beside me now, he puts our little boy in my arms.

"You were right." He kisses my head, and I look up for a kiss.

My attention is brought back to the little one in my arms, maybe I'm bias, but I think he's the most handsome little man in the world.

"Jackson Wyatt McCarty." Emmett says softly, while I stroke his little hand.

"He's beautiful, baby. Just like his momma." Emmett croons.

And I giggle softly, "He has his daddy's nose." He's the perfect mixture of Emmett and I.

My heart swells up with emotions. So many feelings at once, it's a lot to take in. I'm a mommy, I have a child. It's all too perfect.

"Rosie, look at his onesy, it's the cutest thing." Emmett nudges my arm gently, and when I look up at him confused, I get the biggest smile.

I didn't think the hospital clothes were anything special, but Emmett looks excited, so who am I to bring him down.

Gently opening the blanket, my eyes land on the ring taped to Jackson's onesy. My heart beats rapidly in my chest, a ring.

"Emmett.." I look at the ring, and then at him. Is he proposing?

"I know, it's fast... and all.. but I love you, and that's never ever going to change. So why wait. I love you, and I don't ever want to loose you baby. The day you walked into my life, I knew that things would never be the same.. and look at us now.. I'm so in love with you.. and you gave me, Jackson.. you gave me everything.. so now all I need.. is you to say yes.. that you'll put up with me, have more babies.. love me.. and just be my wife.. because, I know.. there won't be anyone else, who will love me like you do."

And when he finishes, my eyes are blurry, and I'm full on crying.. because I know Emmett, and this is how he's romantic.. and I wouldn't have it any other way. Because he's right, and I know, there's no one else, who could love me like he does.

"I love you, Emmett, and yes.. I'll marry you." I laugh softly, sniffling and kissing him. And he's kissing me back, runny nose and all.

He slips the ring on my finger, and I never want to look back.

I have my boys, and my life has never been better.

I'm ready to start forever.

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