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(Rpov)

It's been two weeks since Emmett had finally given in. And life couldn't had been better. We hadn't received any letters, and that alone relieved a lot of Emmett's stress. Also I had found myself able to do more. Deep breaths still hurt, but I didn't feel completely useless. I was able to cook dinner every night, do laundry, and clean much to Emmett dismay. He want me to lay in bed until I felt absolutely no pain. There wasn't a chance in hell I would that. I love being pampered, but this was bordering on babysitting.

My daily activities weren't the only thing that Emmett wasn't happy with me about. I was still taking the medication Carlisle gave me even though it made me throw up. The first time it happen, I cried to Emmett saying I dying. Dry heaving with two broken ribs is awful. Emmett being the good husband he was, sat with me on our tiny bathroom floor as I cried my eyes out. The next day he begged me to not take the medication again, but I figured nausea was listed as a side effect on the bottle, it wasn't killing me, and it didn't make me high. I wasn't giving it up. And besides, it's not like that happens every time I take it.

"Babe." Emmett yelled walking into the living room.

"In here." I replied from the kitchen doing the dishes from our breakfast. Emmett had gotten up early and made me breakfast in bed. And it was my favorite, his Spanish Omelet. The least I could do was wash the dishes.

"Babe, stop." Emmet said from behind me grabbing the skillet from my hands. I turned around to face him while still holding my wet hands over the sink.

"What?" I asked.

"You should be relaxing." He said motioning to the dishes in the sink.

" You're leaving soon, and I am not going to let the dishes sit here all day. Besides, it is good for me to move around. It means I am getting better."

"Yea but I don't want you to overexert yourself."

"By doing dishes?" I asked incredulously raising my eyebrows.

"By doing anything." He answered mimicking me.

"To bad. I'm doing the dishes." I said turning back to the sink and washing the plates. I heard Emmett huff as he placed the skillet back in the sink, and reached for a towel behind me.

"Fine, but I'm drying." He gave in reaching for the plate I was currently rinsing. We worked in silence for the next few minutes until it finally got to me.

"Were are you going again?" I asked scrubbing the skillet.

"I told you I had to work today." I looked over my left shoulder at him to see he was dress in his dark blue uniform. How did I not notice that before?

"Oh yea. I forgot. I bet the guys are happy that you are back, though." Emmett started going back to work last week part time taking a few hour here and there. But this was the first time he was actually taking a full shift.

"I guess. I told chief I'm not staying the whole time yesterday over the phone."

"Why not?" I asked surprised. You would think he would be dying to spend 24 hours with the boys. They can't drink, but they most certainly lay around watching sports all day. This town doesn't have very many emergencies.

"Rose, I am not leaving you alone in this house for 24 hours. I'll be back before it gets dark."

"That seems unnecessary. Nothing has happened since we got back, I am sure I can handle myself for a day." I said trying to convince Emmett that I didn't need his protection every minute of everyday.

"That doesn't mean I am taking any chances. If it were up to me, I wouldn't go to work until we figure this whole thing out." He said grabbing the skilling out of my hand. I shut off the water, turned around and leaned backwards against the sink.

"So quit." I replied looking at him. Emmett worked because he wanted too. Between the millions I make each year, and the fact that Emmett hasn't spent money on anything but a gym membership and food since he joined the working world, we had enough money for us both to retire comfortably immediately. But I knew Emmett wasn't going to give up his job. He loved it to much. He loved to be needed. He loved helping people.

"That would only make matters worse. The only reason I am going in is because they are short staffed." He said putting the skillet away then turning to face me.

"Well then if you want to work, I guess you better get to work." I smiled. He leaned in and kissed my cheek.

"You going to be okay with out me?" He asked.

"I think I can manage." I nodded as we both walked into the living room. He reached down and picked up his bag with his gear.

"Call me if you have any problems."

"There won't be any problems." I reassured him.

"What are you doing for the rest of the day?" He asked.

"I don't know housework." Shrugged. He nodded his head.

"Just don't over do it okay."

"Okay." I responded kissing his lips. At his touch, I feel my heart rate increase with the need to rip off all his clothes and take him back to the bedroom. But I refrained. After the talk we had had weeks ago, I made a point to not push Emmett on that subject of me having sex while hurt. I waited for him to initiate, which was often, and followed his lead.

"I'll see you tonight." He said pulling away.

"Do you want me to make dinner?" I asked.

"If you feel like it, but don't do it just because I am coming home." He kissed my cheek before standing to his full height and walking towards the door.

"Love you." I said before he left.

"Love you more." He yelled as he closed the front door behind him.

"Not possible." I said to no one in particular. I spent the next two hours making sure that our small house was so clean it shined. But as I looked around, I found myself bored. Everything I thought about doing messed up the house I had just spent hours cleaning. As I weighed my options, my eyes landed on the keys to my car that were laying on the kitchen counter.

I haven't driven since the accident. I had been in too much pain to drive my little stick shift. But for some reason today, I was feeling adventurous. Grabbing the keys and my purse, I walked out to the car, and pulled out of the driveway. I had no clue where I was going, but the act of driving was calming and the fact that I was in no pain was comforting. Enjoying my new found freedom, I drove around for an hour music blaring and windows down. Not wanting to return home just yet, I decided to make a little pit stop.

"Emmett know your out?" Alice said as she opened the door.

"I'm a grown woman, I don't need to tell Emmett everything." I answered walking inside.

"I'm going to take that as I no." She closed the door. "You do know that when he realizes your not home, he's going to kill someone right."

"Shit." I said reaching in my purse for my phone and texting Emmett. It would be like him to go on a killing spree if I didn't answer my phone.

"Where's Jasper?" I asked walking into the living room to see Amelia in her play pen and Nessie watching a movie. "Is Bella here?"

"No. And who knows where Jasper is. As soon as he found out I agreed to watch Nessie today, he found something he had to do." She shook her head.

"He's such a Jackass." I scoffed rolling my eyes.

"It is what it is." She shrugged. "So what brings you out?"

"I'm bored."

"I'm not surprised. You have been holed up in that house all week, except when you go to see Esme."

"Pretty much." I replied. Alice and I hadn't really spent any real time together since I came back. Between me being hurt and her running Esme back and forth to therapy, there was really no time.

"Aunt Rose!" Nessie yelled running towards me and hugging my legs forcibly.

"How ya doin kiddo?" I asked rubbing her head.

"Good." She smiled up at me.

"I hope you're being good for Auntie Alice." I cooed. She nodded her head furiously. "What movie are you watching?"

"Dora the Explorer." Worst show ever.

"That's great." I lied.

"Do you want to watch it with me?" She asked excitedly.

"Maybe later."

"Yes." She yelled before running back towards the television.

"She loves that show." Alice said in an annoyed tone.

"Oh I can tell." I went to sit on the couch and Alice joined me. "So what's new with you?"

"Not much." She said yawning. "Just taking care of Amelia and helping my mom, you know."

"I really think it is great what you are doing. I know that you are struggling to keep your own house in order, but for you help Esme with hers. That's really nice. And as soon as I get better, I'm going to help you." The last four weeks Alice had been cooking dinner for not only her family but enough for Esme and Carlisle too. Just case Esme didn't feel up to cooking. And every Monday and Thursday Alice was going over to her old house to clean it spotless. The woman was running two households.

"You don't have to help. I am only doing it because I don't want my mother too. You know if I didn't she would." I nodded my head. Esme would never let her house get out of order.

"Why isn't Bella helping you?" I asked.

"She got some freelance thing. It is taking up all of her time. Hence the reason I am watching Nessie, because Edward has to work."

"So everyone is just dumping everything on you?" I clarified.

"I mean. I'm not working right now, so I do have the most free time."

"That doesn't mean it's okay. But no worries, I will help. Sooner than you think. I managed to clean up our whole house today with minimal pain." I bragged, but I meant every word. Alice wasn't going to do this alone. Unlike everyone else, I wasn't going to leave her to bear the burden.

"You cleaned your house this morning?" Alice asked surprised. I nodded my head smiling. "Don't you think you're doing to much? You were in the hospital three weeks ago."

"So I'm getting better." I shrugged.

"If you say so." She shook her head.

"So what is Edward doing besides working?" I asked changing the subject.

"I wish I knew. He's never around. Has Emmett talked to him?" I scoffed.

"I don't think they have spoken since the family dinner." Alice grimaced at the memory. That was not our shining moment.

"Figures. Emmett holds a grudge forever." She yawned. Amelia began to whimper from her pen. "Somebodies tired." Alice said looking at her daughter.

"She's not the only one." I raised my eyebrows at her. "When's the last time you've slept."

"Last night." She shrugged.

"For how long?"

"Like three hours, I normally nap with Amelia."

"Well what's stoping you?" I asked. She tilted her head towards Nessie. "I may not be able to help you cook and clean yet, but I can help with that. You go nap, and I'll watch Nessie."

"Rose, I dunno."

"Alice I don't have anything else to do, besides everyone has been taking care of me. Let me at least help you."

"You sure?" She asked.

"Yep." I nodded my head.

"Okay." She stood and picked up Amelia. "Wake me if I am not up by the time you want to leave."

"You just go nap. Nessie and I will be fine. Right girl?" I asked her.

"Right!" Nessie yelled before turning back to Dora.

"Okay. I'll be back later." Alice said hesitantly before walking towards her bedroom.

"I guess it just you and me kiddo." I said to Nessie, but she was too engrossed in her show to even hear. So, I sat on the couch read the most recent issue of Vogue, as Nessie continued to watch TV quietly. After I had finished reading 600 pages of fashion, I found myself parched.

"Ness, I am going to go get a drink, do you want something?" I asked closing the magazine.

"No thank you." She replied politely not taking her eyes off the screen. Reaching with my left hand to place the magazine on the coffee table, I felt a sharp pain in my side causing me to gasp. It was as if someone had stabbed me. Feeling my eyes well up, I began taking shallow breaths as I stood. Grimacing and hissing with each step I took, I walked into the kitchen and filled a glass with cool water.

When I made it back to the living room, the first place I went was my purse. But as I rummaged through my bag looking for the white pills Carlisle had prescribed me, I found them missing. I don't understand. Where else could they be? I always kept them in my purse, just in case I went to the Cullens. I ran through the events of my day, only to mentally slap myself as I realized what happened. Cause I had breakfast in bed, I left the pills on the nightstand. Fuck.

I looked at the clock to see that Alice had only been asleep for forty minutes, and given how exhausted she was, I didn't want to wake her. Laying down on the couch I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing.

"Are you alright?" Nessie asked sensing my mood change.

"Yes, just tried." I answered trying to sound convincing.

"Do you want to watch a movie with me?"

"No you go on ahead dear." I shook my head.

"Okay." She said going quiet again. And I laid there counting the minutes until Alice woke up.

MOTHER FUCKER. I am going to kill this bitch. Yes I know it is inappropriate for me to call her a bitch, but this was my last straw. If I heard her speak one more time, I was throwing her out a window, and that wouldn't be hard even with my broken ribs. She is very small. And where the fuck is Alice? I feel like she has been gone for weeks. I literally feel like puling my hair out right now, and I would if it wouldn't hurt to much. No reason to add to the pain I was already in.

I groaned as I heard her yell again. I know she doesn't mean it, but she is making my headache worse. The throbbing in my side had not ceased since the moment I laid down. And I'm currently in the middle of a migraine. Was a few moment's of silence too much to ask? Seriously people.

I definitely over did today. And this was God's way of punishing me.

"Swiper no swiping!" Nessie yelled for the thousandth time. "Swiper no swiping!"

Who ever created this show is going to pay. Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to encourage children to yell at the television. It had to be someone without kids, because this shit was annoying.

"Will you watch the next episode with me Aunt Rose?" Nessie asked.

"No thank you." I said trying to be polite, but it just sounded curt.

"Why not?"

"I'm not feeling well sweetheart." I answered with my eyes still closed.

"What wrong?" She asked standing up and walking towards me.

"My tummy hurts." I said trying to simplify my problems for her. A four year old would never understand the concept of broken ribs.

"You know what my mommy does when my tummy hurts."

"What's that?" I asked. I should have seen this coming. Really how did I not see this coming? I felt Nessie small hand connect with my side, and I hiss at the contact.

"She rubs it." She said forcefully rubbing her hand in fast circles over my stomach. I gasped and pushed her hand off of me as fast at I could. I looked up just in time to see fear and shock cross her face as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Nessie, I'm sorry." I whispered but she didn't hear. She just sprinted out of the room. I laid my head back down on the couch, and closed my eyes. Fuck. I definitely just scared a child.

"What the hell happened? Nessie is upstairs balling her eyes out thinking that you hate her." I heard Alice ask. I opened my eyes to see a confused look written all over her face. "You're in pain." She answering her own question.

"How can you tell?"

"It's written all over face? What happened?"

"I told her my stomach hurt and she rubbed it, a little harder than I think she wanted to."

"Ouch." Alice said moving my feet and siting on the couch. "Do you want to go home?"

"Yes, but I'm in too much pain to move." I said closing my eyes. "And to be honest, I don't think I can drive my car right now. Shifting is going to hurt."

"What do you want me to do? Where are your pain killers?"

"I left them home, so just let me lay here for awhile." I said trying to get her to leave me alone. When I am in pain, I have zero tolerance for anyone.

"Okay well, Nessie is going to want to watch TV eventually and not be terrified, so let's get you to the guest room." She said trying to pull me up. Slowly and painfully, I made my way the guest bedroom. Getting as comfortable as I could, I laid there listening to Nessie yell with Dora, and Alice coo Amelia. Closing my eyes, I tried to focus on anything but the pain. But Nessie high pitched voice was still annoying the shit out of me, and the chance that Amelia was going to cry was high. So I focused on my breathing again using techniques I had learned from yoga. Breathe the good in and the bad out. Breathe the good in and the bad out. I repeated in my head, until finally I fell asleep.

I felt a hand slip under my knee, and another push it's way beneath my back. I groaned as it touch my sore side, and my eyes shot open in shock. Who the hell was touching me? It was too dark to see anything, but a dark figure leaning over me. The panic begin to set in.

"Babe, it just me." I heard Emmett whisper, and instantly my body relaxed.

"What time is it?" I asked quietly.

"A little after nine." I reached up and wrapped my right arm around his neck, trying to help him as he picked me up. I instantly felt weightless as Emmett lifted me, but was surprised when I was set back down in his lap as he sat on the bed.

"Alice said you were in pain." He commented rubbing my back.

"I forgot my pills at home." I rested my head on his shoulder just in time to feel it rise from a deep breath he was taking out of frustration.

"You don't think you did to much today?" Emmett asked.

"Oh no, I definitely did to much today."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"You were at work." I nuzzled into his neck. "By the way, Nessie hates me."

"She's a kid. She'll get over it." He comforted me. "I'm sure she forgot already."

"I hope so. I didn't mean to scare her. It just really hurt."

"I know." He kissed my forehead.

"You still in pain?" I nodded my head.

"Let's get you home." He said standing and lifting me with him. I closed my eyes, and heard him as he bid goodbye to both Alice and Jasper, as he carried me to the car. I felt him set me in the seat and buckle me in before he ran to the drivers side and started the Jeep.

"How was work?" I asked with my eyes still closed resting my head on the headrest.

"Boring. Nothing really happened. I did stop by the house though."

"How is it?" Given everything that had happened, building a house kind of took second fiddle tot he rest of our lives.

"You will be shocked when you see it. Aro really got a lot done. It will be ready for us to move-in in about two and a half months tops." He said sounding excited. "He asked about you?"

"Who?"

"Aro. He asked how you were?"

"What did you say?"

"Healing." I smiled and opened my eyes to look at him only to see him smiling back at me.

"You better believe it baby." I joked.

"Oh, I believe it." He replied before turning back to the road. The first thing I did when we got home was take the pills. I will never leave home without these again. Then I went cuddle up the Emmett on the couch as he drank a beer and watched ESPN Classics. Would I had watched this on any other day? NO. Normally I would have grabbed the remote out of his hand and put on something we could both enjoy. But I didn't have the energy, and I really just wanted to lay with Emmett and heal. The serenity that we both shared in this moment on our couch was all I really want out of life. Should have known it wasn't going to last long.

I know this was a lot of fluff, but I wanted to speed up Roses healing process. I have a lot planned for her, and I figured she doesn't need broken ribs on her plate as well. Anyways. Leave me a review and keep the suggestions of what you want to happen coming. I haven't forgotten the one's I said I would use. I'm just waiting for the right time to put them in. So let me know what you think, and I will send you a preview. Thanks.