Disclaimer: WE do not own Twilight or the characters of Twilight that we all LOVE nor are WE Stephenie Meyer. However, we do own (collectively) ten twilight ticket stubs (Katie's six and Aileen's four), one ipod that leaks battery acid another that's FINALLY here after it's adventure from China, epic care package contents, plans to see watch new moon together (like it'll happen...but we can dream right? but then again you never know!), a few ramblings about random things, an inflatable raft that we plan to row across the Puget sound, and TWO minds in the gutter. :D
Say Katie, who's in italics? Yes? We're still here...still alive. Meaning no angry mobs have threatened us with pitchforks cause we left them hanging and confused. Yes, but you ladies (err...right you are ladies?) do deserve one cliffie (and I say that in the nicest possible way.) it has been awhile since there was any major confusion. And I take all the blame. It was my idea.!
Hip-Hip…HOORAY! I've got another special guest and NO it's not another guest author…you're the only one who I'll EVER trust with my story, speaking of which…I think Leilah Anne needs a baby sitter...she so does, I think Charlie wants some time to watch the game, minus Leilah. But I'm OFFICALLY a genius! I've gone and resurrected The King (or at least I've found a damn good impersonator that's not fat and smell of BO and Scotch) Ladies…Elvis Presley!
*cue Elvis intro music*
Elvis: Why, thank you, thank you very much.
Mr. Elvis Presley, sir...May I be bold and say that it's a little sad to see performing weddings at drive-through chapels in Las Vegas. Yes...like the chapter following another long authors' note. You could make it up by serenading us! YES! Elvis.
Of course ladies, anything for you.
*Elvis clears throat*
"Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you. Shall I stay would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you. Like a river flows surely to the sea, Darling so it goes..."
While he's singing...might I say that we're terribly sorry to have left you hanging like that. I BLAME KATIE! Yes...I am terribly sorry, I blame late "Draw My Thing" sessions. Which you should blame Aileen and her sisters for...I'm hooked. It's disgusting. WE promise not to do it again (the cliffe-non-point-of-view thing. Not such much the "Draw My Thing" adventures, those are amazing!), well I promise not to. So, I guess we'll tell you who it is.
I commend you guys for your guesses...there was the
"It's Bella and Edward, no it's Rosalie and Emmett" or the "it's Rosalie and Emmett, no it's Bella and Edward"
SO TRUE. You guys are great though, really. :D
I personally liked your idea Katie about it being a dream...yes that could've been amazing. Tell you the truth it was a flashback to Esme and Carlisle...they got married in Vegas...really, guys! Can't believe you didn't pick up on that. Oh, and another shout out to my school buddies, who I just giggled at EVERY thought they came up with. You know who you are. :D
JUST KIDDING. Why don't we just give them some more Katie? I think they deserve it
"Darling so it goes some things are meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you, for I can't help falling in love with you…"
Last time on Nine Months in the Making *cue cheesy soap opera music*
"What I'm trying to say is, I'm ready as long as you're ready. Whatever happens, we're together, right?"
I nodded. "Yes. We are."
"And I have no doubts about you becoming my wife. None at all…this is just so unlike you. I wouldn't have pegged you for the Vegas wedding type." he chuckled lightly to himself.
"I wouldn't have pegged you for one either." I smirked placing my hand on top his squeezing it.
I looked out at the open road and sighed. I was content with where my life is going. I knew that everything I have done so far will make me a better person. Getting married is just another way of bettering both of us…and our family.
There was that one thing I would have to explain to Emmett. I hadn't thought my entire plan through.
Sure, I was going to Vegas to get married but, what is Emmett going to say when I don't drink? He's going to force one down my throat. You always drink at your wedding, unless you're in my condition.
Yes, that lovely condition.
I can't tell him now. Knowing Emmett, he'll pass out behind the wheel.
I just hoped he would be okay with this. I know Bella had tried to reassure me that he would, but there's this feeling I have, that I just can't shake. What if he freaks out, and is one of those 'I love kids, I just don't want my own' type of guys?'
We pulled into the lot that held our fates as husband and wife. Little Church of the West blinked in bright white lights. I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the Jeep.
I walked around the trunk of the car and met Emmett. I grabbed my dress bag and my bag of make-up and hair supplies.
We walked into the lobby. There was a young woman with long, wavy, brown hair behind the counter. I giddily bounced over to the desk.
"Are you the soon-to-be Mrs. Emmett McCarty?" she asked, smiling.
"Yes!" I replied excitedly.
"I'm Nikki by the way, I'll be helping you both with last minute arrangements. Let me take your things and put them in the dressing room. Do you want to be separate?" she asked as I plopped my dress on the counter.
I glanced at Emmett. "Whatever you want, Rosalie." he said with a huge smile on his face.
"Uh, okay. We'll do separate rooms." I decided.
"Alright then. You want to go straight back, Miss Hale. Mr. McCarty, you can go to your left." she directed us.
"Next time I see you, we'll be at the altar." I added.
"I love you, Rosalie Hale." Emmett said, pulling me into his arms for our last kiss before we become husband and wife.
"I love you, Emmett McCarty." I replied.
"I'll see you at the altar." he promised.
"I'll be the one in white." I laughed.
I was sitting on the couch in my apartment, Emmett was right next to me. It was Christmas night and I was cuddled against his strong chest. His arms were wrapped tightly around me. I felt so safe, so secure.
This was my favorite place to be in the entire world. His scent danced around me, it put me at ease. I etched this moment into my memory, where it will stay forever.
We were looking at the Christmas tree, the only source of light in the room aside from a candle flickering in the corner of the room.
"I love you, Emmett." I said.
"I love you too, Rosie." he replied.
"Well, I got you a present." I told him.
"Rosalie, you didn't have to."
I playfully slapped him. "It's Christmas. I got you a present."
"I mean that, Rosalie. You don't have to get me anything."
"Em—"
"Can I get my present for you first?" he asked.
I nodded. "Sure." I replied, surrendering.
I sat up. Emmett got up reached down and got a box from under the tree. It was larger than a jewelry box.
Maybe next year...
"Open it." he requested.
I slowly slid my finger under the wrapping paper and revealed the box.
I opened it. Inside there was a stress ball.
I took it out.
"Em, this isn't funny!" I hissed holding the ball up to his face.
"Rose, look at it."
Quickly turning the ball around, I noticed there was a rose decaled on it.
"Em, I don't get it." I told him, squeezing it in my hand. "Is it supposed to make a noise?"
He slid down on one knee, and it took me a moment to process the event. The stress ball dropped out of my grip and rolled across the floor. My mouth gaped in disbelief.
"Rosalie Lillian Hale," he began, "we have been through so much together will you make me the happiest man in the universe by becoming my wife? Will you marry me, Rosalie?" he said as he took out a small velvet box and opened it. It was a light up box, which made the diamond sparkle and flooded the room with tiny lights.
Tears flooded my vision. I nodded my head. I couldn't speak.
"Is that a yes?" he asked.
I bent down and kissed him. Fisting my hands in his hair, I smiled against his lips.
"Yes." I murmured. "Yes. Yes. Yes!" I cried once I found my voice.
He took my left hand and slid the ring on my finger. His eyes shone brightly, as he kissed the ring on my finger.
"My present sucks compared to this." I sniffed as I examined my ring.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Emmett, it's a paintball gun."
"You know me, Rosalie. I already have my present. And I did need a new gun...Tippmann?"
"It's a Kingman Spyder, actually."
His eyes widened. "Really?" A smile spread across his face.
I nodded. "And I have my present." I told him as I kissed him. "And it's all mine."
We were engaged. Engaged to be married.
Wow.
Emmett did it the most perfect and romantic way. Now if I could only tell Emmett about the baby…
"Emmett?" I asked.
"Yes, Rose."
"We should get married." I stated.
"I know."
"No, Emmett. I mean now." The words flowed right out of my mouth before I even realized what I was saying.
"Now?" he asked.
"New Years Eve, maybe?"
He smiled. The exact smile he had when I said 'yes' just a moment earlier.
"What ever you want, Rosalie." he agreed.
"This ring is beautiful, Emmett."
"Just like you. And, there's a story behind it."
I nodded. "I would like to hear it." I said, as I gazed down at the sparkly new addition to my left hand.
He began to tell me all about how the ring was from 1915. It was his great grandfather's ring. He bought it for his fiancée, who is now Emmett's great grandmother. It has been passed down to every McCarty man since then.
He kissed my forehead before we parted our separate ways.
I walked into my dressing room. My dress was hung up in the corner. Sneaking out to buy a dress was impossible. Everyone wanted to be together for the holidays, and I had to plan our little secret marriage mission. Making the decision of the dress was one of the hardest things ever.
I truly wished I had Bella and Alice by my side, but I was really pressed for time, and I couldn't wait any longer. Emmett thinks I'm just being spontaneous, which I am, but for the sake of our baby.
Our baby.
God, that sounded so weird. I felt the tears sting behind my eyes.
I, Rosalie Hale, was getting married, and becoming a mother. This was happening way too fast.
My thoughts shifted into reverse.
What the hell was I doing? How insane am I?
My heart pounded in my chest. This isn't me! What the hell was I thinking? I'm not a whimsical person! I'm a planner, a worker. It's not my role to do that carefree, random shit!
I think I need to sit down.
I went over to the stool in front of the vanity and took a seat. I whipped out my phone.
I scrolled down to the one person who I could confide in. The one best friend of mine I confided in once already, she was always had my back. I needed to talk to her. She was the one person who might understand.
I pressed 'SEND'. It rang once.
"Hel—o?" Bella said on the other end. "Ro—"
"Bella?! Hello? Are you there?"
The line went dead.
"Dammit!" I screamed slamming my phone on the ground.
I put my head in my hands and began crying.
Tears just flowed. I was upset, and I had no idea why. Damn hormones.
Sobs wracked through my body like a tidal wave. I didn't know what I was doing. I looked at the window and analyzed how far of a drop it would be if I made a run for it.
Just then my phone buzzed.
I answered the call from Bella.
"Bella?" I sniffed.
"Rosalie, are you okay? I don't get good cell reception here."
"I'm not sure. Bella, where are you?"
"I'm um…at Charlie's. You know how that's a dead zone." she sighed. "So what are you up to…the hormones getting to you?"
"Yeah, sorta…" I murmured and bit my lip.
"Rosalie, you're voice is doing that thing…you're lying. It's like you're trying to shut your mouth tighter to keep the lies from spilling out. I'm pretty sure you're biting your lip."
"Emmett and I are getting married in Vegas!" I blurted out.
"Oh crap, Rosalie. Alice is gonna be so pissed."
"I know, I know. I'll deal with her later…I just need some type of pep talk to get me down the aisle." I admitted.
"Well, I didn't get a speech together or anything…"
"Bella, don't make me angry."
"Woah…slow down there, momma bear."
"Bella, I'm about to call Alice…"
"Don't—" she cried. I heard her take a deep breath. "When you fell in love, you changed for the better, Rosalie. You really did. Alice and I both saw it. And when you told me it was Emmett…I knew it would work. You two…you two will be together forever. When you're together, you keep him in line…and he calms you down Rosalie. He can handle you, and you can keep him on a tight leash."
"Bella, you're awesome. That's exactly what I needed." I said, as a smile found its way to my face. "Just don't tell Alice about any of this, the baby…anything."
She sighed. "You have my word, Rose." she promised. "Have you told Emmett yet?"
"No…I just can't seem to find the right time."
"Well, you will. Just don't pull a Christina Aguilera on us and not tell him until you go into labor, okay?" she joked.
"You really won't have to worry about that." I laughed. "Alright, thanks Bella, really. You've been awesome."
"Just think how much Emmett will love the cravings." she giggled.
"Oh yes…" I said.
My mind trailed off to the image of me and Emmett sitting together watching a movie with a weird combination of food in front of us. It made me smile.
"Alright Rose…" She started to say. I could hear hushed giggling and whispers in the background.
Weird.
"I'm gonna have to let you go." she giggled again. "I have to get Leilah to Charlie's." she paused and heard hushed whispering, again.
I swear I heard something a long the lines of "Stop it."
"CallmeifyouneedsomethingI'lltalktoyoulaterRosalie." Bella blurted out before the line clicked and I heard nothing.
Really weird. Wasn't she already at Charlie's? But she just said...Nevermind.
"Okay then Bella. Thanks for everything too. You're such a great friend." I scoffed flipping my phone shut.
I turned confidently to my dress and unzipped the bag. It was beautiful. I still gaped at the sight of it. It was stunning. A strapless gown, with lace and tulle intertwined throughout it, hung from the hook. I smiled when I saw it.
I slowly took the hanging straps off and draped my dress over the chair. I dug through the tissue paper that covered my blue, satin Manalo's that Edward bought me for Christmas. I knew the man would get me an awesome gift especially after the trouble he caused with his divorce. They were my something blue. I fell in love with them as soon as I opened them.
I slowly got changed. I took off my top and examined my non-existent baby bump. I cradled it in my hands.
"Hey there," I said. "I'm really nervous, not just about the wedding, but about telling your dad about you. I'm not sure how he'll react. No matter what happens, I want you to know that I love you. Okay?" I said.
I smiled. "Now, can you let me get through today without throwing up? Please?" I laughed. "I don't need Daddy to know yet."
I sat down at the vanity and played with my hair before finally deciding on a style. I settled for a soft curl, with the top layer of my hair gathered where my veil began. I lightly applied my makeup, being proactive in choosing waterproof mascara. I sighed.
It was so out of my character to do this.
I just had to marry Emmett, I was going to tell him about the baby on Christmas. Instead he popped the question, completely beating me to the punch. So I'm settling for the next best thing.
I heard a soft knock on my door.
"If this is Emmett…" I shouted.
"Sorry, Miss Hale, we were just wondering if you needed any assistance. You're walking in thirty minutes. You can just page us." Nikki said.
"Oh, alright. Could you hold on one moment?" I huffed.
I got up and slipped into my dress. It fit so perfectly. It hugged the curves of my body and it flowed so nicely. It had a touch of old-fashioned glamour, but it was a thoroughly modern dress. The lace flowers that adorned the outer layer were simply stunning, yet simple and elegant.
"I'm ready." I stated.
The doorknob slowly turned and Nikki came in.
"Let's see what I have to tackle…" she said.
"It's just a simple zipper." I told her.
"Thanks for that." she chuckled.
She slid the zipper up my back.
"Okay, you're all set. Do you need anything else?"
"Not really, thank you. I was just wondering how Emmett was holding up."
She laughed. "He's pacing the floor muttering to himself." she admitted.
"That sounds like Emmett…"
"Alright. Well I'll come get you when it's time to go down the aisle." she said. "And the drop from the window to the ground is a good eight feet."
I laughed. "I actually thought about that."
"You'll be fine." she assured.
"Thank you."
I nodded and she walked out.
So I think a HUGE congrats is in order for Rosalie and Emmett. Time to break out the poker chips, the outrageous amounts of alcohol, the Elvis impersonators, Wayne effin' Newton for their sinful Vegas reception, where they just might bump into a few friends *cough*bella*cough*edward*cough*. You okay there Aileen? Perfectly fine, but they are getting married…right? Or...not.
I now raise the question, if Rosalie and Emmett are the ones getting married in Vegas, what are Edward and Bella doing? Oh, they're getting married in Atlantic City. Duh. Duh! Or, or they could go down to the court house and visit the Justice of the Peace's Office
Keep your eye out for the Holiday Edition to be updated. THE HOLIDAY EDITION...! yay!It'll be coming up soon! :D
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