The next morning Emmett and I were sound asleep in each other's arms, snuggled under the soft fabric of his quilt, in his comfortable king size bed. There was a soft knock on the door that woke me up, but not Emmett. I saw his mom standing in the doorway.
"Rose, sweet girl, someone's on the phone for you." She said softly, walking over to hand me the phone.
"Thanks." I replied in almost a whisper. I carefully slid out of Emmett's arms and walked into his bathroom, the door clicking behind me. "Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Rosalie Hale?" a woman's voice said.
"Yes." I replied.
"And is you're father Ronald Hale?"
"Yes… is there a problem with m father?" I asked concerned.
"Yes. We had to release him from treatment." She asked. Cool unconcern filled her voice.
"Is there a reason?" I asked seriously wanting to strangle this girl threw the phone.
"He apparently smuggled alcohol and cocaine into the treatment facility."
I couldn't believe this. I hung up the phone and walked back into the bedroom. I actually could believe it. No matter how much I tried to help my father, he just fell back into his old ways. I sat on the edge of the bed and broke out into hot, angry tears.
"Rose?" Emmett's drowsy voice broke threw my silent sobs.
I didn't look at him, but was pulled back into bed and tucked in.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Emmett asked, holding me still with his strong arms.
"The rehab center called…" I said against his bare chest. "My dad smuggled in beer and coke." I knew he was going to say 'I told you so'.
"It's okay baby…." Emmett said soothingly.
I looked up at his big, brown, caring eyes. "I think you just have to get out of Washington. You know what? We're moving. Just you and me. As far away as possible."
"Really?" I said as Emmett whipped my tears away.
"Of course. I want to be with you. I want to start a family with you… I want to marry you."
I smiled. His bedroom door clicked shut.
"About that family thing." He said. "I was thinking… maybe we could start trying now…"
I looked at him. I trusted Emmett. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me, I knew it. He wouldn't even consider it. I sat up and kissed him.
"Guessing that's a 'yes'?" he said hopeful.
I bit my lip to hold back a smile and nodded.
He smirked and kissed me harder.
I forgot about the problems with my father. I forgot my name….