Chapter 2
I hate his hair.
He's in Carlisle's office pacing back and forth, yanking on his hair, making it stand up more than the usual.
Sex hair. That's what all the little human girls at school called it. They swoon and oooh and ahh over his hair. They talk about running their fingers through it while he does all sorts of decadent things to them. Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up, I can almost taste the bile. It's just my imagination though, vampires don't produce stomach acid therefore, no bile.
Edward stops pacing and looks into the hall. I know he knows I'm there, he just can't see me because I am hidden in the dark corner of the hallway.
"Edward, are you listening?" Carlisle throws a book down on his desk. It seems he's as aggravated with Edward as I am.
"She can't have this baby Carlisle, it will kill her. How could you let this happen?"
"Excuse me son?" Carlisle walks around the desk and places his hands on Edward's shoulders. "I had nothing to do with this and you know I had no way of knowing this would happen."
Edward starts pulling on his hair again. I want to grab him by his stupid hair and rip his head off. I hate him and his stupid hair.
Edward suddenly stalks towards the door and slams it so hard, a painting that is on the wall in the hallway falls to the floor.
Oops, I guess I forgot to block that thought.
I walk back to the stairs, making sure my heels clack loudly on the floor in exaggerated fashion, just annoy him.
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"Rose, can we talk?" Edward has found me sitting on a boulder overlooking the creek that runs behind our house.
I can't help the sigh that escapes. I was hoping for a little bit of alone time to process all this.
"I'm sorry for interrupting your alone time." He sits next to me on the boulder, he's so close that his knee is touching mine. I fight the urge to move over because I know he would take it the wrong way. "I was hoping to talk to you, to get your thoughts on all this. I need to know what to do about Bella."
What he should do about Bella? How can I help with that? What do I say that will make him understand what it's like to love a baby that is part of you. No, I never had one of my own, but I know the urge, the pull, I can understand the unconditional love. The one and only thing I've ever wanted and will never have. What I want to say to him is probably different from what I should say.
I clear my mind for a moment and listen to the babbling of the water as it trickles over the rocks. My superior vision can see each individual current as it flows past, separating to go around a rock and meeting up on the other side.
"Do you love her Edward?"
He swallows hard and nods, I think if he could cry he would be doing just that right at this moment.
"You made this child from the love that you two share. Be thankful Edward." I stand and dust my pants off, before staring him down, "because so help me God if you don't stop moping and complaining about the baby, I will kill you."
"I know." His eyes won't meet mine.
"I'm not fucking lying Edward." I'm practically shrieking now. "You go in that house, you wait on her hand and foot and you make her feel loved."
Edward's eyes finally meet mine and they are black as a starless night. The pain and hunger mingling as one.
I leap from the boulder and walk into the trees. I can sense Emmett on the other side and all I want to do is snuggle in his arms.
I break into a full on run, following Emmett's scent. I need him. I want him. I can feel the twigs as they scrape and break across my unbreakable skin. I follow his scent as it weaves around trees, and I briefly wonder if he's toying with me by refusing to walk a straight path.
The trees start to thin out as I reach the top of the peak and I realize, as a I see a flash of color in front of me, that I've caught up with him. That's the problem with his size, he's powerful, but he's slow.
I see the clearing up ahead and I pick up speed. I know I'm going to find him there and I have plans to tackle him to the ground and have my way with him. Visions of his naked body in the grass causes an instant reaction in my body and I want him, now.
The clearing is empty. No sign of Emmett. I shut my mind off and listen for him. I raise my face to the sky and subtly sniff the air for his distinct scent. Nothing.
My hands are on my hips, telltale sign that I'm pissed. That bastard needs to stop playing games, I'm done with them.
"Oh Rosie, don't be mad." I whip around trying to follow his voice.
"Don't call me Rosie, you know I hate that."
"Rosie, poesy, doodle and pie," What the hell is he talking about? I fight the smile that is threatening.
There's a rush of air and I'm on my back, Emmett's weight is on me, pushing me in to the soft green grass.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you are pretending to be mad." Each word is punctuated with a kiss to my neck and collarbone.
"Who's pretending?"
"Oh baby, I know you better than that." His hand slowly travels past my breast and along my stomach until he reaches the button of jeans.
"I want you Emmett." My hips uncontrollably bucked at his fingers touched me in just the right spots.
"I can tell." His lips were suddenly on mine and I wanted to scream as loud as my vocal cords would allow as he brings me to climax.
"I love you Rosie-Poesy," he whispers in my mouth, before kissing along my jawline and down my neck. I run my hands through his hair and sigh, Emmett was in the mood for slow and sweet lovemaking.
So was I. So was I.
Yes, all the chapters will be short.
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