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Chapter Seven

Nightmares and Kicks

Nausea and weakness were still troubling me from the day I entered my third month, it was awful. Many times I woke up and the vomiting would start immediately, and I had to rush to the bathroom so I would not make a mess on mine and Emmett's bed or even on the floor. I hated it, I couldn't stand all the pain from my head as I gagged nor the weakness after every time I vomited. I hated having Emmett seeing me like that, seeing me so weak and disgusting every morning but he seemed not to care.

He always jumped off the bed with me, holding my hair back and placing his hand on my forehead trying to sooth me as I vomited every morning. I was grateful, not only for his physical help as many times after he would carry me to the bathtub, fill it with water and let us relax together inside, him massaging me and kissing me so I could relax. I was also grateful for his presence there, I love Emmett like none else in the world, having him right there, supporting me with his sweet words and kisses, his caresses and touches, it made me feel protected even if our baby was causing all this mess literally inside of me.

However I was glad I had masked my main problem, the nausea and the weakness in the mornings were almost happily accepted as they made me wake up from the awful nightmares. I couldn't believe I still had nightmares after so long, the first weeks of me as a human included blank sleep, with no dreams let alone nightmares. But for the last days, I had awful, vivid nightmares of me being back in that street. I couldn't stop myself from shivering as I remembered the nightmare from last night as I looked at myself in front of the bathroom mirror after the second time I threw up today.

It was back in that street, with my hair up and hat on, my heels could be heard against the brick as my long dress flapped around me as I walked with grace despite my worry. The figures were back, their drunken voices calling me to approach, and I, as a stupid girl always obliged. I obliged even though I knew what would happen, even if I screamed to myself not to approach, even if I screamed to turn around and run away, not to suffer the torture once again from the people I killed myself after my turn. And always the dream ended with me ready to vomit right before I could feel the first punch land on my stomach making me fall on my knees. Sometimes I wondered if the vomiting wasn't just a side effect of the pregnancy but also a physical reaction to the fear I always felt when I opened my eyes every morning.

I didn't want to tell anyone about it, especially Emmett. I didn't want to have them looking at me with pity in their eyes. Had been there, done that, cried my head off at nights, it was enough, it had been decades for Heaven's sake. I had moved on, found and fought for the man I love, married him, lived with a family that loves me like I do, having my dreams fulfilled now with my child on the way. I hated Royce and his friends with all my willpower and I hated having nightmares of them, of how different I was, of how weak I had been. I hated it all and I just wished to have the weeks move on quickly, I wished for my belly to grow fast so I could see all that wasn't happening to me in vain.

I didn't want Emmett to know, mostly because I was worried of what he would think. I didn't want him to think I was feeling insecure close to him. It wasn't the case, Emmett was the man who helped me to move on and to have actual physical contact with other people. I didn't want him to think I wasn't safe. I was safe, and I didn't want him or the rest of the family worried so I just muffled my screams in the pillow every time I woke up in the middle of the night, sweaty and shaken after I had witnessed through my own eyes what had happened to me. Every time I looked at Emmett I would sigh in relief that I hadn't woken him up, answering questions was the last thing I needed.

I had been a strong, immortal and beautiful vampire ever since my turn, but I had been empty inside. When I met Em, two years after my turn, I was the happiest person in the world. I hadn't found just someone who looked like Vera's Henry. I hadn't found just a potential lover or a friend. I had found my soul mate, like Carlisle had in Emse's eyes, like Jasper had in Alice's eyes and eventually, like Edward had finally had in Bella. We had never separated since I met Emmett, he was the one who made me laugh after two years of beating a dead horse over what happened to me and what I had lost. He was the one who made me appreciate what a second chance means.

He was the one who made me trust myself, look to other people and care less for my own little, sweet self. He was the one who changed me in more than the one way I asked Carlisle to change him. Before Emmett, I was Rosalie Hale the beautiful, vain, self-centered brat, after him and his help, I became Rosalie Hale McCarthy Cullen, the beautiful woman who would give everything to save her family.

Emmett was the one who made me feel. He was the reason I opened up and talked, and he even cried without the tears as I was telling him how it was to be raped and beaten almost to death. He was the one who hugged and kissed me, the one who made me stop jolting every time someone dared as to touch my arm. In his eyes I would focus every time I started losing my grip. His hands held me in place every time I was ready to crawl away. He was my rock and I was his Angel. He was my everything and I was his. He was the one who made love with me and didn't hurt me or just tried to do it to me.

I smiled almost sadly as I looked at my stomach through the mirror of the bathroom. My stomach wasn't actually flat, the rest would think it was but after so long anticipation to be pregnant, I could notice every single change in me. I heard footsteps that couldn't be Emmett's and put the shirt down my body as I had developed the habit of lifting my shirt when I was in front of my mirror and looking at my stomach and belly. I felt closer to the baby in a way. I looked at the door of the bathroom and I was surprised to see Bella on the doorway, looking at me with a small smile.

'Hello Rosalie.' She said softly and I smiled at her as I stood by the sink and waited for her to speak. Bella and I weren't that close but I always wanted to help her, especially since the day she announced to me she was pregnant. I felt like she trusted me a lot to talk to me about it instead of Alice and even Esme and Edward.

'Hey, Bells.' I said and we smiled at the use of the nickname. Now things had changed and she was helping and supporting my pregnancy like I did a couple of years ago. Bella seemed a little uneasy so I decided to take control. 'Is everything alright?' I asked as I knew she wanted to tell me something, her topaz eyes seemed even more intense with the white of her skin, I felt almost odd with my normal human skin now.

'I heard you screaming.' She stated simply and I bit my lip in nervousness. I had focused not to wake my human-for-now husband for the last nights and I had forgotten the rest of the vampire-with-the-super-sensitive-senses family of mine. 'Carlisle and Esme have as well, and Alice saw it coming, Edward has been disturbed at nights as he's reading your mind unwillingly while you have the nightmares and Jasper feels your distress every time you have them too.' Bella said and I sighed in defeat, darn it. I had the entire family knowing even without telling them, darn it, darn it. I sighed once more and looked at Bella.

'Don't tell Emmett.' I said simply and she nodded her head, how much things had changed. Once, Bella was trying not to show any sign of pain during her pregnancy and now I was trying to do the same with mine. 'I know Edward probably knows already about my denial to talk to Emmett so please, and tell the rest the same, this is between me and Emmett and I will speak when and if I want to.' I said firmly and Bella nodded her head again, I didn't mean to be harsh but the panic of Emmett knowing for all this was making my stomach twist and it wasn't because of the little embryo inside me.

'Look, I'm not judging here, Rose, seriously, I'm the last person to talk about pretending everything is fine during a pregnancy but I think-and this is just my opinion- that you will both feel better if you talk to Emmett. The rest us won't have to pretend and feel guilty for not saying what's wrong with you when he'll be asking and I'm sure –as Alice saw- that this will be happening soon.' Bella said and even if I knew she was right I felt my anger rise inside me maybe that was my first mood swing, perfect.

'I suffered way more than what you did when you were around and later on, pregnant so don't lecture me about feeling guilty or pretending, none of you!' I almost shouted and Bella looked at me with that old almost scared glance she had been using when we first met. I sighed as I knew the last person to shout at was Bella. My lack of sleep because of the nightmares, the weakness I have been feeling for the last weeks along with my worry over everything from the contract with the Volturi to the future of the pregnancy had brought me on the edge. 'I'm sorry, so sorry,' I apologized as I brought my hands and covered my face, not being able to calm myself, I felt two arms embracing me and I was shocked at Bella's hug.

'It's ok, I understand, really, I do. I'll talk to the rest about not saying a word, even to Nessie so she won't show anything if Em tries to reach her for information.' Bella said and I smiled and nodded as I let my arms envelope my little sister in the hug, those hugs reminded me of Alice and maybe Bella was spending way too much time with our middle sister. I sighed again, things were changing for sure.

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My heart was racing in realization. Vera and her husband were so much in love, it was evident in their eyes, proven by the perfection of their smiles, sealed from the presence of their son, Henry. Henry, I wished I had a child like him, I wished I would be a good mother, one to nourish and care for the little one, not to be as cold as my mother were. I hoped Royce would be a good father, seeing our children as fruits of love. Love, where was the love in my "relationship" with my future husband? Wasn't I supposed to feel butterflies in my stomach every time I thought of him and not just the stares of the rest of the people when we're together? Wasn't I supposed to feel fuller every time I thought of my future life with him by my side?

Was that love? Was that a feeling close to be love? Or were just my illusions of the perfect life coming into full force back again? How could I be happy with a man I barely knew? I tried to calm myself as I moved faster in the small street, it was way too late for a lady like me to stroll around but the house was close so I could manage without a problem. I kept moving till I heard some voices from a corner. I looked worried as I knew some gangs had been responsible for riots around the city for the last days. I relaxed immediately when I saw Royce among them.

He called me to go closer and the worry returned at full force when I noticed the bottle of alcohol in his hand, I obliged however as I trusted him. His friends laughed as I approached and I could hear a scream in my head to stop and run away but I didn't, this was my perfect fiancé.

I could feel pain all over, one of my legs, I couldn't surely say which; was broken as my ankle was throbbing in pain, so my wrists did, broken as I could see them laying next to my head limply with my hands totally dislocated. My insides were burning; I could feel the blood flowing freely between my legs as I lay almost naked on the hard street. My head was spinning and I could feel myself chocking, blood running out my mouth and on the street and my destroyed and soaked in blood clothes. I couldn't breath properly as excruciating pain from my ribs were making my breath hitch so I started suffocating in the middle of the alley. I could hear voices from distance, laughing, saying words my tormented mind and wounded head couldn't process.

I couldn't even cry as my body started slowly to turn numb, I could feel cuts and pain on my face for a little while and then I decided to welcome the pain and whatever was coming after it. It was then I turned numb, it was then all the pain from all the places of my body become one and then faded as numbness and unconsciousness started taking over. I almost smiled as I would soon be enveloped in God's arms. My life had been destroyed.

Rosalie Hale had the worst ending possible, her prince in white armor made sure of it. Suddenly I felt all the pain coming to me and I opened my eyes and looked down at my body with the little strength I had left, my stomach was swollen and I could almost see the child inside me, kicking and struggling to get free before I could die and take it with me in Hell.

'NO! Please no!!' I opened my eyes in horror and tried to get free from the arms holding me. There were screams and struggling as I tried to get free, more screams and I went numb the moment I realized it was me who was screaming in agony.

I could feel my entire body shaking, my hands gripping the hands holding me. When that realization hit me once more, I started struggling again but I was pulled into a big hug and I immediately relaxed as I felt Emmett's sense enveloping me. I let all my senses work, feel Emmet's warm skin against mine, smell his familiar sense of orange, see his large arms keeping me safe, hearing his breathing as I tried to match it.

'Breath, Rosie, just breath, relax, it's just you and me.' He was whispering in my ear and I nodded my head, reassuring myself of the obvious. I was in the middle of the bed with Emmett by my side on his knees, trying to keep me close as I struggled unwillingly as to free myself from the potential danger. No, Royce and his friends were physically in graves and I wished to any greater power up there for their souls to be in Hell. I realized tears were flowing down my cheeks and I let myself release the pain. That nightmare was even worse than others, usually I didn't get to see what happened to the end, usually I was up and vomiting before Royce could start what the others continued and then attempted to finish for good.

There wasn't any excuse to hide I had a nightmare anymore, probably the entire house had listened to my screams and Emmett's loud voice trying to calm me along with our straggling. I took a deep breath that was cut with sobs and Emmett eased back on the bed, taking me with him and placing me over his body. He reached for a blanket and covered us both as he sat back against the headboard and me in his hug.

I clutched in his night shirt, filling my fists with the fabric and forcing myself to stop crying but the stress and the tiredness took the better of me as it had been more than a month with the nightmares –and the try to hide them from Emmett-, the worry, the lack of sleep, the weakness and the rest of the pregnancy's symptoms which now a part of the nausea, weakness and vomiting had been added the mood swings who had brought everyone, and especially me, on the edge.

'It's ok, Angel, everything is alright.' Emmett said reassuringly in my ear and I sighed after awhile, as my breakdown finished. I took another deep breath and let one of my hands to travel close to my stomach, where one of Emmett's hands was already there, under the fabric, caressing our baby. I placed my hand above my husband's and took more deep breaths. Apart from the pregnancy, Emmett and I spent many nights like this, when I would breakdown when only he would be there and he would help me through it when we first started dating, decades ago or when I was feeling miserable of not being able to have a child back then.

'It was about time for you to breakdown, you know, you have been trying to hide all this from me for far too long.' Em said with no emotion in his voice and I looked up in his eyes, our hands still on my four months pregnant stomach, I felt almost embarrassed.

'You knew?' I asked as I looked away, I was so busted and when Emmett had no emotion in his voice meant one thing: he was hurt.

'From day one, you think I can sleep when you're tossing and turning or when you murmur and scream in your sleep, Rose? You think I can sleep when you wake up with a startle and start crying? I just waited for you to open up and I was sure of your nightmares when not even Nessie enlighten me about what was up. I spent nights awake, just making sure you'd remain on the mattress during the nightmares as not to hurt your elf or the little one. I never wake you up as I knew you'd feel embarrassed and worried of me knowing so I decided to wait for you to speak or break. I even asked Carlisle "hypothetically" and he said that if you "hypothetically" speaking, had nightmares; it would be because of your hormones and unhealed traumas in your subcontinent that can now heal by sleeping and crying.' Emmett said slowly and I felt even more embarrassed as deep down, I knew he knew but I had decided to get over with it on my own, Bella was right, it would be easier with Emmett by my side.

'I'm sorry.' I said honestly and Emmett smiled just a bit and kissed the tip of my nose and then my lips.

'Next time, try and don't be as stubborn and talk to your husband.' Emmett said and I nodded my head, I had learned my lesson.

'I just didn't want you to worry over me.' I said as I tried giving him an excuse, mostly so I would feel better.

But Emmett already knew how I worked through this kind of things, he smiled at me sadly, 'I'm more worried when you close up, Rosie. I'm more worried when you don't let anyone and especially me, in. We had a deal, am I right?' Emmet asked and I nodded my head as once, decades ago, when I was trying to understand how important Emmett was to me, we had vowed to each other that we'd always be true and honest, no matter what, sometimes that vow felt even more important than our wedding vows.

I nodded my head again and kissed Emmett's jaw, cheek and then his lips, making sure my husband wouldn't be mad at me, 'I know, it won't happen again.' I promised him and he smiled and nodded as he kissed my lips in return, our hands were still on my stomach, our lips crushed with each other's power, our tongues playing with each other.

I felt relieved in more than one way, Emmett knew all about it and even if the nightmares weren't about to stop, at least I knew Emmett would be there for me no matter what. I suddenly yelped and broke the kiss as Emmett's hand had moved to my back and was caressing the skin there; however it wasn't the reason for my yelp. I was looking in Emmett's eyes with wide eyes of my own and I could see confusion and worry in my husband's as I yelped and gasped again, not being sure what was causing this reaction.

Then I realized it and my face broke into a huge smile of pure joy as I frantically took Emmett's hand and brought it back on my stomach. Emmett was ready to speak but I put my other hand on his lips as we stood frozen in tense silence. And then, it happened again, a small, tiny kick in my lower abdomen, where Emmett's fingers were touching, I pressed our hands more and Emmett's face went blank and then light up as another kick sent us even higher on the clouds.

'Oh my God!' he mouthed and I nodded franticly, almost stupidly, as we remained silent as if we could scare the child. I couldn't believe I had just felt my baby kicking. It was the first true, unmistakable evidence of my little one's existence and I could only cry in joy again like I did when I learned Emmett and I were expecting. I leaned into Emmett's arms and he enveloped me in his strong hug, both of us unable to utter a word from the shock of joy. I was so wrapped up in my pregnancy's symptoms and nightmares that I had almost forgotten the packet was supposed to have beautiful experiences as well.

I finally let out a sound between a sob and a chuckle and kissed Em again, maybe the baby wanted us to kiss so it could kick, I thought foolishly and grinned against my husband's lips as he tighten his hug around me. The spell didn't work this time but I didn't care as I knew I would be able to feel the baby again and again in the next months. I was soon to have my first ultrasound apart of the small tests Carlisle had ran for me in here so I would be able to see the baby and listen to its small heart beating inside me like I imagined it when I was closing my eyes every day.

'That was our baby kicking and punching.' Emmett said and I felt even bigger joy as I heard the emotion in his voice, I was so happy my soul mate and I were equally eager for that little one.

'Yes it was,' I confirmed joyful and smiled at him as we kissed each other again.

'Boy or girl, our love going to be a hell of a baseball player.' Emmett said and I laughed and nodded in agreement. We could hear someone passing out of our bedroom's door and Alice's voice talking, probably to Jasper.

'Yes, the baby just kicked.' She said and both Emmett and I smiled at each other as it was all part of the plan.

What you think of it guys? I wanted a small happy ending to the chapie as it had a lot of angst in, I wanted that scene with Bella and Rose as now the roles are changed and Rose needed to hide things from Emmett, I also wanted the nightmare as not many people have tried to write Rosalie's last night as human so i took the chance to do it myself in the story. I also loved the scene with Emmett and Rose in bed, him trying to calm Rose as i'm sure it would have happened many times in the past if they could sleep or when Rose had a hard time adjusting to a relationship after what happened to her...

Hehe I know many of you hate me as we didn't learn about the baby mystery yet but i have good and bad news, the good news is that THE BABY MYSTERY WILL BE SOLVED IN THE NEXT CHAPIE and the bad news is that I don't know when i'll be able to upload chapie 8 as my beta needs to work on it, first.... I promise like she did that the chapie will be uploaded the moment it's back in my pc ready to be read so be a little more patient with me, guys.

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