Well, I know this was supposed to be a one-shot, but I felt like continuing their story, so here it goes... I don't know if I will write more about them, but I just wanted a chapter to show what happened afterwards. I really hope you like it!

I don't own Twilight or the characters; the amazing Mrs. Meyer does. She's the best.

"Rosalie, love, could you come help me with this bookshelf?"

I run to him as fast as my feet will move, not bothering to answer. Instead I jump on him, full force, and lock our lips together to a passionate kiss.

"I take that as a yes?" He chuckles.

"Mm-hmm."

"You know, that's somehow distractive, seeing as I'm trying to put up a bookshelf here", my very own Bob the Builder makes a hopeless attempt at complaining.

"Good thing you didn't pursue acting… You would never succeed", I tease him, still not letting go. He flips me around in his arms, bringing his lips an inch away from mine, and putting on a disapproving expression. "You need some discipline, missy. That's no way to talk to your prince in disguise."

I let out an ear-piercing shriek as he jumps down a flight of stairs, still carrying me in his arms. He kicks open the bedroom door and throws me on the bed, ripping open my button-down shirt as I giggle like a smitten teenage girl.

He brings out the worst in me.

-.-

Emmett and I have been going out for five months now. I know, it doesn't sound like that long of a time, seeing that we already live together, but it just felt so right, from the moment I first saw him. Sounds like such a cliché, but it's true.

He gave me the courage to pack my bags and leave Royce.

He gave me the strength to finish the movie we were shooting, even though I had no place to officially call my home.

And in these past months, he has been the one to show me what happiness is. What love is. How a relationship is supposed to be.

I never had any real experience on relationships before Royce, so I always thought that was kind of how it was supposed to be. I settled for what I had, and it never struck my mind that there might be something better. That there might be another reason for being with somebody than just money and status.

That there are actually couples who love each other to the world's end.

But Emmett has completely turned my world. I feel like I live in a different universe, a different life, and it's all because of him. Every day he puts up with my mood swings, with my terrible behaviour and my countless personal problems resulted from the years spent with Royce.

And still, every single day he makes me feel wanted, needed.

Loved.

I often find myself walking around with a stupid smile plastered on my face; at home, on the streets outside, at work. Everywhere.

Not even Slimy Newton's drunken kisses at the premiere afterparty last week could sweep that smile off. You know, I just laughed at him and told him to go find Jessica. Which he actually did, to her delight. And then Jacob Black came to me, I gave him a hug and treated him like a brother long lost.

Emmett has seriously performed some sort of strange magic on me.

I don't feel the need to prove everyone that I can do things. I don't need to be a bitch to everyone around me to get things my way, and I don't have to keep up a shield to protect myself… Which I didn't even realize I was doing until Emmett took me in his strong arms and told me there was no need to be scared.

That he would be there for me no matter what and take me with my flaws.

I don't even feel like I am Rosalie Hale anymore. I feel happy.

Happy is weird. It's like being on drugs all the time, floating around blissfully. But one thing I can not deny.

Happy is good.

Happy is what I was missing all along.

-.-

When Emmett and I met the first time, it took one look into his brown eyes and I knew. I knew he had the certain something that I needed.

Two weeks, five official dates and more than a million breathtaking kisses later Emmett rented a big truck and I scraped together my belongings at Royce's, watching aside with Alice as Emmett and Jasper loaded it all in the truck. Royce was out with his assholey golf buddies, and I just left him a note.

Goodbye.

One word. That was all I had left to say after four years of pure self-loath towards myself, pure hatred towards him. Goodbye.

Goodbye Royce, goodbye all your booze, goodbye lousy sex, goodbye bruises all over my body. Most of all, goodbye the life that I will not miss. Goodbye darkness.

Alice and Jasper looked like they were madly in love, and as they held hands and kissed in the open, I felt a pang of jealousy hit me. I knew that Emmett was into me. I knew that I was more than just into him – he made my heart beat faster than was healthy, but still, I did not think we would last.

I had a negative attitude towards all men and relationships, and I had no idea what the next move would be with Emmett. He made it easy for me, though. After loitering at Alice's for a month, with half of my stuff there, half in storage, Emmett invited me to spend a weekend with him.

We stayed at his apartment, and I never went back for a night at Alice's. We didn't really talk about it, but when I woke up Sunday morning, there was a single yellow rose on the pillow next to me. I took the rose, set it on the bedside table and nuzzled Emmett's pillow. It smelled like his cologne, my new favorite smell in the world. It smelled fresh and promising.

A new start.

I cuddled with the big blanket until Emmett showed up. He lifted me up from the bed, taking me to the living room. I saw boxes scattered everywhere, with a path cleared around them, leading to the kitchen.

"I made some coffee for you, Rosepetal. It's in the kitchen", Emmett said. He has taken on calling me his own Rosepetal, and I don't mind. It is something between us, a name only he uses. It makes me feel special. It's personal. I am not baby, I am not darling, not honey. I am his Rosepetal. So I gave him a quick peck, wondering what all the boxes had in them.

Emmett wore a weird expression, somehow wary, yet happy. Anxious, even. I made my way to the kitchen, Emmett following close behind. There was a plate on the table with strawberry pancakes on it, a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice.

There was another yellow rose next to the setting, with a tiny envelope under it. I glanced at Emmett, but he was quiet, just giving me a little nod, confirming. I opened the envelope, sliding a white card from it. It was plain, with just one line of text written in the middle.

Move in with me?

I let out a wild shriek, losing all self-control, and jumped on Emmett, who cracked up in laughter.

"Will you, love?"

I looked at him in his beautiful eyes, grinning widely. I just nodded, enthusiastically, because I could not find my voice.

Emmett asked me to move in with him.

Emmett asked me to move in with him.

Emmett asked me to move in WITH HIM!

He twirled me around and then sat me in the chair.

"Don't let your pancakes get cold, Rosepetal. Oh, and by the way… I left the dishes for you, since you are now the woman in the house." He grinned playfully, and I got up, punching him in the arm. Emmett took off, me running after him, with his girlish screams filling the apartment. I caught him in the living room, jumping on his back.

We both fell on the floor, giggling hysterically, him tickling me, until suddenly his expression changed more serious. He stopped the tickling, and I gulped as he caressed the side of my face with his fingers, running them through my hair. His voice was husky, as he said the words I had been dreaming of hearing from him.

"I love you, Rosalie Hale."

We ended up making love in the middle of the scattered boxes, strawberry pancakes long forgotten.

-.-

Emmett's apartment was not excruciatingly small, but too small for the two of us, and after tolerating it for a month or so, we decided we wanted more room. He had some money on stocks, and I had my own savings, so we decided to sell the bachelor pad and get a larger one. It was not easy, trying to find one that suited us both, with a big enough closet for me, and a livingroom fit for a huge screen to watch football on (that was Emmett's requirement).

We found our perfect condo, eventually, in Venice Beach. It wasn't where we were looking for, but a close friend of Emmett's works in the real estate business, and after he heard of us looking for a place, he presented us with our dream condominium. It has a beautiful beach view, and it's on the top floor of the building.

The living room has huge windows on two different walls, making it light and spacious, and my walk-in closet is… Well, let's just say that after Alice saw it, she was ready to kill me and marry Emmett.

We have been living there for a month or so now, and I have already grown to love Venice. I love the slightly bohemian way of living, and I enjoy nothing more than the early morning walks on the beach, and the late night secret meetings we have in the quiet parts. I thought that after living in Royce's superb Beverly Glen residence I would not exactly thrive in a four-room Venice Beach condo, but the simplicity of it is what I love.

And I have to say, I never really felt comfortable sneaking to the kithcen in the morning at Royce's, clad in just a tiny nightdress, when I usually passed at least three strangers on the way there. Some sort of cleaning ladies, pool boys, milk men or whatever. Royce's workforce constists of more people than my extended family.

Well, here I don't have that problem. I can run around the house naked if I feel like it, without having to live in fear of running into a stranger. The only thing I might run into is Emmett, and he certainly does not mind it the slightest, let me tell you.

For all I know, he would probably never wear clothes again if it was up to him… I don't know if other couples do that, but we surely enjoy our way of living and make the most of it.

And I never thought I'd prefer chinese takeout over a filet mignon.

Well, what can you say.

Love makes you do strange things.

-.-

For example, love makes you sing karaoke… Alright, that was not completely honest. Love and a fine amount of beer make you sing karaoke, that was proven when we had a night out with Alice and Jasper around two weeks ago.

We had decided on just enjoying the night, having Italian for dinner, nothing fancy, and then continuing to a pub nearby. Well, Emmett and Jasper had their fair share of beer, while Alice and I enjoyed our Cosmopolitans. The difference was, we did it the civilized way – the guys totally did not. Too much beer made Emmett get all mushy, and he was continuously declaring his undying love for me… Which eventually led to him singing for me.

There was karaoke that night, which, I swear, we did not know of before we chose that pub. Well, after quite a few pints, Emmett went to put his name on the list, and I almost spat my beloved Cosmopolitan out on the bar counter when the DJ declared that Emmett McCarty would be up next.

Emmett was wearing a stupid, drunken grin on his face and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. The pub was full, and everyone was cheering at him… And cracking up in laughter after they realized that this huge guy was going all lovey-dovey by singing…

Oh my god, I can't even say it.

Okay, he was singing…

Oh lord...

Celine Dion.

The power of love by Celine Dion.

Except that he changed the lyrics; instead of singing I'm your lady, and you are my man, he was chanting You're my lady, and I am your man, and in the second chorus he forgot about that, so it was I'm your baby, and you are my man. Needless to say, that got the whole crowd rolling over with laughter, and me swearing never to go drinking with him again. After that he stumbled over to me, crushing me into a hug, and whispering into my ear how much he loved me.

"Rosepetal, you are so fucking perfect. You are the most wonderful woman I've ever met… I love you so much. You are the stars that light up my night sky... No, you are my sunshine..."

I just rolled my eyes at him, as he mumbled on, listing the different elements of nature I was to him. Until he said one last thing before kissing me.

"I promise you I won't do that at our wedding if it embarrasses you."

-.-

He hasn't brought it up since, but that one time was enough to get me thinking. Do I love Emmett? With all my heart. Do I want to marry him? Hell yes. But I don't know if it was just drunk talking, or if he was serious about it.

Does Emmett want to marry me? Am I just a period of fun in his life? I know, I know, he keeps telling me I am the one and he loves me… But I can't be confirmed that easily. I spent more than three years in a shitty relationship, if you can even call it a relationship, and it left me prejudiced.

Emmett has done nothing to make me doubt the depth of his feelings, but I remember Royce keeping up his façade for quite a while. No, don't take it the wrong way, I am definitely not suspecting that Emmett is a con, but I can't help my thoughts. I can't help being cautious, because, what if he turns out to be a total fuck?

I have some hardcore trust issues, and they are not easy to overcome. But I'm trying. Constantly. And Emmett is being so understanding, he really is. Even so much that one beautiful day he offered to go beat Royce, and it took all my begging and three blow jobs to keep him away from there. Not that I don't want Royce to be beaten, no, that's an awfully great idea, but I don't want Emmett to get in trouble.

I don't want him to get any assault and battery charges; I'd rather just forget all about the life before him, and start blank. It's not easy, but I know we can do it.

-.-

I give Emmett one last kiss before he gets up from the bed, slapping my butt playfully.

"Now, if you are fully satisfied, I'd be glad to actually get some help with the bookshelf", he smirks and I flash him a smile. Emmett puts on his old, paint-stained jeans, and starts looking for his shirt on the floor.

"Bear, you look so sexy without your shirt on", I murmur in his ear, and he raises one eyebrow at me, amused. "You are insatiable, petal, but I really need to get working on the furniture, or this will never be a home."

I stroke his back with my fingernails, and he groans slowly.

"Rosie…"

"What, bear?" I purr, moving my hand downwards, playing with the back of his jeans. "We don't need the bookshelf put up today…" I whisper, and kiss him slowly.

"I." I open the top button of his jeans.

"Vote." I open the second one.

"For a lazy day." I open the last two buttons, and let his jeans drop to the floor.

"You know I can't deny anything from you… You are using me", Emmett objects weakly, but I know he is defeated. I plant soft kisses down his jawline, and his arms lock around me.

"Rosepetal, you are the sexiest thing alive." He gently lifts me up, setting me on the office table, which so far has served every other purpose but the one it's actually made for. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer.

"You are not too bad yourself, McCarty." I nibble his ear. I know what this will lead to. Yes, you think you know too, huh?

Naw, we will not have sex.

We will make love passionately, fuck like animals, screw till we faint, whatever, for the next twelve hours straight, because that's how we roll.

I mean, who needs a bookshelf anyway?

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