DISCLAIMER ::: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS. I DID NOT CREATE THEM, EXCEPT FOR ROSEMARY, SHE IS MINE. THIS IS MERELY A STORY WRITTEN BY ME WITH THE INSPIRATION OF STEPHENIE MEYER'S BOOK "TWILIGHT" NO COPYRIGHT INFRIGEMENT IS INTENDED. THIS STORY IS ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES, NOT FOR PUBLICATION FOR ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE ENJOYMENT FOR FELLOW TWILIGHT/STEPHENIE MEYER FANS TO ENJOY READING.

Rosemary

And I did. She was beautiful, I did look like her. Warm pools of tears began filling my eyes to the brim, I couldn't take it anymore. I lunged myself to my father holding him for dear life as I stared at her picture.

"What's her name?" I whispered against his chest.

His hold loosened, sitting me on his lap while soothing my tears away he finally spoke....

"Baby, your mom's name is ... "

I was eagerly awaiting the name of my mother, tears still fresh in my eyes, my ears were about to give out from the thunderous thumping of mine and my daddy's hearts.

Daddy was tembling so much, I didn't think he could make the words come out, his eyes were flooded with tears as he tried to force her name out.

"her name ... her name is I...."

"Jacob, don't!" Aunt Leah burst throw the house quicker than a speeding bullet, grabbing me forcefully off my father, grabbing me into her arms as she ran to my bedroom slamming the door shut in a swift movement.

My whole body was tembling. I began feeling very faint, the sudden rush and surprise from her grabbing me, was making me extrememly dizzy, everything started to go black. And then it did.

A soft light grazed over my eyes, causing me to wake. It was pitch black out, except for the moon that hung right infront of my window. I groaned. Sitting up I started to replay all of today's events. Daddy finally showed me a picture of her, and was just about to tell me her name until Aunt Leah stopped him. What was that all about? Why didn't she want me to know, I have been waiting pretty much everyday since I first realized I had no mommy like everyone else.

Her picture? Where was it? Panic rose through my veins. I finally had something of her and it's gone. This can't be. I need to see her again. I ran feverishly around my room searching, and came up with nothing. Aunt Leah has it, I'm sure. Anger began to fill my body, I was pissed. I was going to get my picture back, and get the answers I have been needing.

"Aunt Leah, Daddy! Where is it?" I screamed.

Both of them, along with my best friend Seth was sitting in our tiny front room. They stopped talking as soon as I came into the room.

"Rosemary, honey. Please sit down." Aunt Leah spoke softly to me.

"Damnit! I don't want to sit down, I want her picture. I want it now!" Throwing my arms up in the air like a 5 year old child.

Seth rushes to me, pulling me into a big bear hug, trying his best to calm me. It was working, I truly loved him, probably more than my own life.

"Honey, please just calm down and we can talk this out." He whispered.

He always knew how to handle me, always knew how to fix any of my problems. I secretly had hoped that one day he would be my boyfriend, but I don't think he would see me as anything but his little sister/best friend.

"But ... but I want to know." choking out tears, "She's beautiful, I want her picture." I was fully sobing now. I buried my face into his warm chest as he began rubbing small circles into my back. The heat from his hand is radiating throughout my body, sending my shaking cries down. I began to relax in his arms.

Noone spoke again of my mother, and truthly I was just to drained and kinda afraid of another outburst. Aunt Leah and daddy left to patrol leaving me with Seth. I felt him playing with my hair, still trying to sooth me. He knew me all to well.

"Seth?" I said, leaning more into his embrace.

"Hmm?" Turning me around in his lap so I was more facing him, his left hand still tangled in my hair.

"Do you ... you love me right?" I choked out.

"Of course I do! Why would you ever ask me something like that?" His voice shook with concern and what seemed to be like disappointment.

I knew better than to behave in such a manner, I was about to try and dupe him into telling me the big secret. My thoughts fumbled around in my head, like a dryer tumbling clothes for the final dry. I was beginning to give myself a headache.

"Seth, I know you do. I ... well I need you to be honest with me, Ok?" After a moment of pause he finally nods in agreement, "Who is my mother?"

My eyes are tightly shut, I can't bare to look him in the face. This was a low blow. Seth had told me before that he couldn't lie to me, it was something to do with the whole imprinting buisness. Since daddy and Aunt Leah weren't here, I just had to take my chance.

I sat still on his lap, waiting for him to speak. He let his arms limp loosely to his sides, I can hear his breathing increase along with his heartbeat. Oh I should have done this! I am so horrible! How could I put the one I love so much in this horrible position.

"Oh Sethy, I'm sorry. Don't answer! I don't want you to feel bad for betraying daddy. Forget I ever brought it up!" I cried out as I flung my arms tightly around his neck. Holding my check tightly against his.

With all the emotions and thoughts that have been tangling in my head, I pull my head back to rest my forehead to his. I am about to do something I know I shouldn't but, well I just need to feel.

My breathing becomes heavy, I watch his face for any notice, but none come. He seems relaxed, his eyes are closed, perfect. Ever so gently I push my lips to his. Shock surges through my body, his eyes fly open.

"Rosie." He gasps, breaking away.