DISCLAIMER: STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS TWILIGHT

EPILOGUE

ROSALIE'S POV

Six months after the birth of Jackson, Emmett and I tied the knot. A quiet and cozy little wedding, with a mere two hundred guests. And on the honeymoon, Emmett and I had just a little too much to drink, and that's how we got our second son, Aiden Carlisle McCarty. This time around, we're hoping for a little girl. Even though the odds are very much against us. With me having two previous boys, before my own two sons, I feel my eggs will never produce a little girl. I've come to terms on that. So, imagine my shock, when the doctor tells us.. that no it's a not a boy, but a beautiful baby girl. Apparently, the odds were in our favor.

Charlotte Rose McCarty, was born on January 29, 2010. Emmett wanted to name her after me, but I didn't want her first name to be Rosalie, so we compromised. And ended up with her middle name, being Rose.

Emmett and I were over the moon, ecstatic about our little girl. She's the most precious thing in the world, and I think for now, Emmett and I are happy with our little family.

Two Years Later

Bouncing my sweet baby girl on my hip, I stand bare foot in the grassy field, as Charlie and I watch, Emmett with Jackson and Aiden. And if I had any doubts - which I didn't - but if I did, about Emmett being a father, they all washed away. He's so perfect, I swear he's done this before. He's rough with the boys, yes I admit, but then there's this side where I don't even know where it came from. And he adores Charlie, at two years old, she already has daddy, wrapped around her chubby little baby fingers. It's quite adorable how much he loves her.

But I can't blame him, because I feel the same way, but the boys have me in the palm of their hands. It's sad, because I know it, and they do too. At such a young age, and they can play me so well. But who could blame me? They both have dark curly hair, with big brown eyes.. little mini Emmett's.

Emmett says the same thing about Charlie, she has my blonde hair, and blue eyes. Emmett already talks about buying a gun, because he knows she's going to have the guys flocking around at her feet. And he said he knows this, why? Because daddy knows everything.

Charlie's musical giggling, brings me back and I watch as Jackson does his little, football touchdown dance. Aiden just giggles along with Charlie, because Aiden adores his little sister. Jackson, not so much. She's just an icky girl, his words, not mine.

"Rosie! Look at us dancing!" Emmett hollers from across the field, and I watch as my men dance like monkeys. It's something only a mother and wife could love, and trust me, I do love it. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Jackson and Aiden run to me, falling down on the blanket I laid out, attacking the snacks like they've never ate before. "Slow down boys, you're not animals."

And to that, Aiden snorts like a little pig. "Yes we are momma!" And he then snorts again. "Right daddy, we're little pigs?" His eyes light up when Emmett comes back into view, wrapping his arms around Charlie and I.

"Heck yeah we are." He chortles in my ear, kissing my cheek and stealing Charlie from my arms, snuggling her into him.

Joining the boys, I pull Jackson into my arms, because at five years old, he's already too cool for mommies kisses. And I won't even lie, when he first turned down my goodnight kiss, I cried like a little baby. I was so shocked, my little boy, wasn't my little boy.

"Ew, mommy!" He grunts, wiping off his cheek, as I pepper his face with kisses. Just because I know how much he hates it, and how much he wants to be a "big boy".

"You can give me kisses momma!" At this point, Jackson takes that as he cue and squirms away from me, and Aiden plops in my lap snuggling up to me.

"I love you, momma." I pull him closer to me, and hold him tight, never letting him go.

"I love you too, little man."

Leaning my head, gently against Aiden's, I watch Emmett with Charlie, and how loving he is. Her sweet musical laughter, followed by his louder than life laughter.

Jackson lies in between us, and occupies himself with grapes, and I catch him glance at the both of us, and he'll smile. I'll feel as he scoots closer to me, then scoots closer to Emmett. His little quirks, that tell me, even though he says he's a big boy, that he still loves his momma. And that's the best feeling in the world.

"Come on, let's go play!" Aiden claps, as Jackson pulls him along.. and they run after each other. Their giggles brightening up even the cloudiest day.

I scoot over next to Emmett, and he pulls me in closer. Wrapping my arms around him and Charlie, I watch as the boys play.

My sons, with my little baby girl, the three reasons for functioning. Because sometimes even Emmett can't cheer me up. On those long horrible days, and the only thing I want to do it sleep, but when I see their faces, a toothless smile, sticky candy kisses. It just makes everything a thousand times better.

I had no idea, how amazing being a mother could feel. Having a family, a husband.. there's no greater feeling.

Because, I know I'm truly blessed. That everyday, I get to do what I love.

Running my fingers through Charlie's curls, I look up at Emmett, who's already looking at me.

"I'm glad she couldn't have kids, because I would of never have found you. Never would have been this happy."

I know who "she" is, and we refuse to speak of her name. But even though I have a great dislike for her, I'm still glad we went through it all.

"I love you, Emmett. More than anything in this world." Cradling my face, Emmett kisses me, and two little boys saying "EW", doesn't even break us apart.

But I giggle softly, because I know it's only going to get worse. The little EWs, when they can talk more, and figure out what mommy and daddy are up too. The teenage years, I can wait for them.

"Oh hush, you little poop. Some day, you're going to be doing this too." Emmett grins, as I scoop Charlie into my arms, just in time because Emmett pulls the boys into his lap and begins to tickle them mercilessly.

Holding Charlie closer, I smile proudly, and watch as my boys begin to rough house.

My boys, my family, my daughter, my life.

It's all mine, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

I'm so glad fate met Emmett.