Time: 7:23am (PST)

I don't not own Captain Oats… he belongs to Seth Cohen of The OC. Lol

Okay… I'm going to sleep now….

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(Two days after the window incident.)

DING-DONG

"Rosalie, can you get that?" Esme asked as she passed by heading outside, with a pile of wood in her arms.

Probably repairing my window that I claimed was all Emmett's doing. Of course she didn't believe me, only because Edward (the snitch) told her that I was the reason Emmett fell in the first place.

I groaned as I put my book down and headed for the door. It was probably someone from the hospital, looking for Carlisle.

I hate answering the door, and everyone in this house knew it. And why they keep making me answer it? I did not know. It didn't make any sense, they were so preoccupied with trying to fit in and being nice to the humans. So, why ruin all that effort by making me answer the door and making the poor innocent bystander suffer my wrath?

I will admit it, I am not the nicest person in the world and they all knew this. Which brings me back to my original question.

Why do they always make me answer the damn door?!

DING-DONG

"I'm coming!" I yelled.

I opened the door and to my surprise it wasn't the usual middle-aged woman in a pair of scrubs. Not that the person's choice of attire was any better.

At the door was a young man, probably in his late teens or early twenties . Just like everyone else who came to visit, he stood there wide eyed and gaping at me. I didn't acknowledge his gaping at all.

I gave him a hard look as I eyed him up and down. He wore black slacks and a red tucked in collared shirt. My eyes narrowed on the logo of his shirt, "Johnson's Blooming Flowers."

'Flowers?'

"Can I help you?" I asked coldly. I always spoke to unwanted visitors this way, and by unwanted I mean every visitor.

"Uhmm… Yeah… Yeah, are you Rosalie Hale?" the young man said as he shook his head trying to focus.

I was a bit shocked, no one ever came to the house to see me.

"Yes?" I said skeptically.

"Please sign here," he presented a clipboard and handed me a pen. I signed on the dotted line and gave back his pen.

"Uh, what did I just sign?"

"Just that you received your delivery."

"Delivery?" I said cocking an eyebrow.

"Yup… Bring them in!" he yelled over his shoulder.

In a matter of seconds a group of delivery boys came marching in, each with a bouquet of roses in hand.

"What's going on? Whoa, what's with the flowers?" I heard Jasper say from behind me.

They all stood in front of me and Jasper, I guess they want to know where to put all those flowers.

I turned and looked at Jasper in confusion. He just shrugged, he was just as confused as I was.

"Uh… Just set them down somewhere in the living room," I told them not sure what the hell was going on.

The group of delivery boys were gone faster than they had came.

"Oh and this is also for you," the young man at the door said as he handed me an envelope.

I took the envelope from his hand, and with one last gawking look at me, he was off.

On the front of the envelope my name was printed neatly.

"Who's it from?" Jasper asked hovering over my shoulder.

It was probably because of his ability, but Jasper always seemed so comfortable in any private situation that was not meant for him.

"Excuse you. Do you mind if I have my space back?" I snapped as I pushed him away.

Jasper frowned, "I was doing it again wasn't I?"

I nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world, because… it was.

"Yeah, I'm just going to go over… there," he said awkwardly pointing to some random direction.

I waited till he was out of sight.

I turned my attention back to the envelope. I looked at the writing on the front again. I didn't need to read what was inside to know who it was from.

But, of course my curiosity got the best of me. I ripped it open. Which was a mistake in itself because the curiosity that caused me to rip open the envelope caused me to rip whatever was inside in half and flutter to the ground.

I sighed, "damn."

As I bent down to retrieve the plain white piece of paper I could here Alice decend from the staircase.

"I think it's sweet," she said.

"What is?" I asked.

"You'll see."

I rolled my eyes, 'was nothing private in this house?'

I pieced the torn paper back together so I was able to read it.

"To my dearest Rosalie

This is just part of something…

'Truly Unbelievable'"

I couldn't help but smile.

"I told you it was sweet," Alice said.

"Shut up," I said still smiling as I made my way into the living room.

I expected to just find the roses scattered all over the place. But, I was wrong they were not scattered, quite the opposite really. Each vase was aligned perfectly side by side.

"They're numbered," Alice pointed out as she walked out of the room.

She was right, each vase had a folded card in front of it which was numbered, from one to twenty.

I curiosly picked up the first card and unfolded it.

"20 reasons for each year, why I love you…

1. I love how your nose scrunches up when you're deep in thought."

"3. I love how you're the only one who scares the crap out of me."

"7. I love how you always manage to get an oil smudge right above your eyebrow when your done working on your car."

"9. I love that devious look you get when you're up to no good."

"12. I love your smirk when you know your right."

"15. I love when you tap your foot when you get impatient."

"17. I love how even though your far away and look at me, it's like you are looking at only me. The rest of the world doesn't matter. There is only me and you."

That last one almost had me running to go find him. That was until I read number twenty.

"20. I love how you make me fall in love with you all over again everyday. With you, I never know what to expect. You always have me guessing. With you I've never felt so alive…"

"Alive…" I whispered.

* * *

I looked outside of the window as I laid down on my bed. Esme was a very fast worker, she already finished rebuilding the whole window.

I was in a daze before I heard a knock on my door.

A tingling sensation rushed throughout my whole body. My body seemed to know who It was before I did.

"Come in."

The door quietly creaked open.

"I never knew you were so observant," I stated as I turned to face him.

"Yeah, well I leave the impression on people sometimes," Emmett joked as he shrugged.

I gave a short chuckle. I missed hearing his voice.

"I missed you," I said all joking aside.

"I missed you too."

I opened my arms and he immediately filled the space. He laid next to me as I held him in my arms.

I missed the feel of him at my fingertips. I closed my eyes and took in his scent, reacquainting myself with him. How I was able to go almost a week without this was beyond me.

"I'm sorry about the whole anniversary thing. I overreacted," I told him as I rested my cheek on the top of his head.

"No, you had the right to be mad." he said kissing my fingertips.

"Oh, and also," he looked up to look at me, "sorry about that uhmm… what did you call it? Booty call? Uhh… yeah sorry about that the other night."

I couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, well sorry for pushing you out of a window."

'Wow, how many women can say they pushed their husband out a window and he lived to tell the tale?'

I leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Something I've been craving to do ever since I sent him away a so many days ago.

He suddenly pulled away from me. Which confused me because I was far from done with him.

"I brought you something."

"More?" I asked in shock, "I've think you've given me enough, don't you think?"

I looked at the dozens of roses that took up a portion of the floor.

"Well, what's one more gift?" he said while sitting up.

I also sat up as he handed me a very elegant and heavy looking photo album.

"Pictures?" I questioned.

"Uh-huh," he nodded smiling childishly.

I opened the album and gasped.

"Our wedding?!"

"Yup, all twelve of them."

'Oh, it has been twelve hasn't it… Maybe that's enough now… Well, what's one more wedding?'

My thoughts were interrupted.

"And here is our senior portraits from when we went to Forks High School… And, this one is my favorite, your first homerun."

I wasn't even paying attention to the pictures anymore. I just watched and smiled as Emmett happily pointed out almost each memory we have ever shared together.

"And well this… well this is actually just a piece of wood. From out first house, it was the only thing left of the bed, I kept it," he confessed.

"Oh! And here's a picture of us at Coney island when you won me that giant stuffed teddy bear! Remember?" he said smiling, looking at me waiting for a response.

I looked at the picture and there we were. Both with giant smiles, a giant teddy bear on Emmett's shoulders and my arms tightly around his waist.

I was still smiling in amazement, "yeah, I remember."

"What did I name it again?" he asked suddenly deep in thought, scratching his head.

"Captain Oats," I reminded him, recalling the giant blue bear's name.

"Oh yeah! Captain Oats… What ever happened to him?"

"He didn't survive house number six."

"Oh yeah… poor Captain," Emmett furrowed his brow shaking his head.

"Emmett, did you make this whole thing by yourself?" I had to ask.

Emmett was flipping through the pages deciding which memory to show me next, "Uh, yeah. Why?"

I didn't answer him.

He has never done anything like this for me before. Sure he bought me a car here and there, some nice jewelry from Tiffany's.

But, never anything like this.

Maybe it was the fact that he made it or maybe even the fact that it was just so… personal.

I just watched him flip through the album.

"With you I've never felt so alive…" those words touched me and echoed inside my head as I watch him. Innocently looking through a book that he made for me.

Emmett knew how I felt about this life, but that never stops him from expressing his feelings in words that I never was able to use.

Like the word "alive" for instance.

It pained me to admit that he loved me more than I did him. I wish I were able to love him the way he loved me. But, no I was still selfish and begged for more out of life.

How is it that for decades I have claimed to love this man, but have never been able to truly appreciated him?

And what hurt the most is, he knew this. All of it. But it didn't bother him. He just kept coming back.

I focused on the photo album again. Looking at our memories together.

My first time camping with Emmett. My first time fishing with Emmett (with a fishing pole because he claimed it was "funner"). My first time in Greece with Emmett. Even my first day of school with Emmett.

This was the first time I have ever realized how many first's I have actually shared with him.

He was basically my first everything. In thing's that could only ever be shared with someone you loved and cared for.

And that's when I realized…

If this wasn't living. Then I don't know what was.

Emmett was talking about something but I wasn't paying attention.

I pulled him by his hair towards me and crushed his lips to mine.

I slammed the album shut and gently tossed it to the ground. And I was immediately on top of Emmett kissing him hungrily.

I had a feeling I caught him off guard, and his facial expression confirmed it.

"Do you want your anniversary present now?" I asked.

He simply nodded.

I smiled more to myself than to him, and in less than a second I had his shirt ripped open.