[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] Thank you to those of you who love and support me. Without you, I would have given up on the whole writing thing a long time ago. Yes, I do doubt myself constantly for several reasons. It means a lot to me to know that someone actually cares about my stories. All of this is supposed to be a learning process. We'll see how things turn out.

There's a time jump in this chapter. We're six months ahead now. I hope it's not too confusing -

The chapter below is dedicated to DawnLeon for being the 600th reviewer.

**45**

"This here is the last one." Rosalie stated, placing the heavy box next to Bella on the ground. "Are you finished with the closet?"

"I think so." Bella mumbled, putting the screw driver aside. "It wasn't that difficult to put it together."

Rosalie leaned down and kissed Bella's mouth. "You're my hero. I knew it was a good idea to move in with you."

"Because, I'm able to build up closets for your shoe collection?" Bella asked. "Jeez, how many pairs does a single person need? We should throw at least a third of them out."

"No way," Rosalie protested, placing her arms protectively over the box with her beloved high-heels. "My babies need to stay with me."

"I was just joking." Bella stated, standing up from the ground. "It's good though we're almost done with the moving. My back is killing me."

Rosalie placed her hands on Bella's neck. She pressed her lips lightly against the pale skin. "I'm sorry about that. Do you want a massage?"

"Always," Bella whispered, leaning back into Rosalie's embrace. "But I'm afraid we don't have time for that now. We still have the whole stuff in the kitchen to unpack."

Rosalie yawned. "We'll do that later, okay? Can we have a little break now?"

"Sure," Bella mumbled, leaning back against the pillows on the bed. She wrapped her arm around Rosalie and held her close against her chest. Her fingertips moved through the silkiness of Rosalie's hair. "How was your therapy session yesterday?"

"Do we have to talk about it every time I go there?" Rosalie asked. "I cherish your interest a lot. Without you, I wouldn't have managed to make it through the last months but still…"

Bella sighed, trying to keep herself from saying something wrong. It was ridiculous that she hated the fact that Rosalie was discussing things with her therapist she didn't want to talk about with her. All the Hale's had been seeing a family therapist after Lucy's death. It was such a difficult situation for them to deal with.

"I don't want to talk about my therapy all the time." Rose stated. "When I'm with you, I just want to be happy."

"You make me very happy." Bella murmured, rubbing her nose down Rosalie's jawline. "I just want you to know, I'm always here for you."

"I know. That's one of the reasons why I love you so much." Rosalie snuggled closer against Bella on the bed. "I just wish the whole trial was already over. I'm so worried about that."

Bella rubbed her eyes. Yes, she was worried about that too. She was mostly worried about how Rosalie would be able to handle the situation in court. Things looked pretty good when it came to that awful creeper King. Rosalie had managed to bring up the courage to press charges against him. Hopefully, the judge would let his perverted ass rot in jail for a very long time.

"I'm scared." Rosalie confessed. "I mean, I'm scared that I need to repeat everything I've already told the police….that I need to speak about those things in court too."

"I know, you're scared," Bella responded. "But it's the right thing to do. You are very brave. I'm so proud of you for helping to get this bastard the punishment he deserves."

Downstairs the front door was opened. A moment later Emmett called loudly, "Hello, are you home, dykes?"

"Does he know we hate it when he calls us that?" Bella mumbled, getting up from the bed. It squeaked underneath her. They really needed to fix this soon.

Rosalie nodded. "He does." She stated. "Emmett, we're upstairs. Don't let the cat out again. He's supposed to stay in the house."

Emmett walked up the stairs to stick his head inside the bedroom. "Hey, your cat is licking his own dick. Did you know that?"

"You're disgusting." Rosalie told him. "How does Alice put up with you?"

He chuckled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "It's more like I'm putting up with Pregozilla."

Bella reached for a pillow and tossed it in Emmett's direction. "You're a jerk. Being pregnant is difficult. You are supposed to be supportive."

"Any more supportive and I'm the one who's going to get the episiotomy instead of her. I've been with her to every silly check-up, where we pretend to see arms and legs that are in truth only grey shadows."

Rosalie smacked her brother against his upper arm. "Poor Alice, soon she's going to have two babies to take care of. What are you doing here anyway?"

"I brought the flat screen, like I promised to. Wow, this room looks so different now with the red walls."

"Thanks," Bella mumbled. "Rose, I start with unpacking in the kitchen. The sooner we get over with this the better."

After Bella had left the bedroom, Emmett cleared his throat. "Things are going well between you and Bells, right?"

"She makes me very happy." Rose stated. "I love her."

He sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm glad you're happy." He fished for something in the pocket of his jacket. "Are you nervous about the trial?"

"It's more like I'm scared."

"My offer about killing the asshole is still up." He said. "Maybe you should re-think it."

"Killing Royce doesn't make things undone. I just want him to stay in jail, so that he can never hurt another girl again in his life." She could feel her heart beginning to clench in her chest. The very thought of Royce dragging another girl into the basement in his house, was almost killing Rosalie.

Emmett's mouth turned into a frown. "What about this wannabe mobster Volturi? They even let him out on bail money."

"Yes, but he had to give his passport to the police. I don't know if they'll manage to convince the jury he killed Dad. There isn't any evidence apart from Mom's letter."

Rosalie pressed her lips together and nodded. The thought that her father's murderer was possibly going to get away was hurtful for her. "Maybe this FBI moron, Masen is going to come up with something. I don't like that man but at least he believes too that it was Volturi who killed Dad."

"Masen is gay and doesn't know it yet. If that man knew how to do is job properly, he would already have found something against Volturi. I mean, how can someone get away with something like murder?"

Rose swallowed back a lump in her throat. "People get away with a lot of things."

"Let's hope not this time. Look, there's something I need to ask you." Emmett said, pulling a small box out of the pocket of his jacket. "Do you want to have Grandma's engagement ring?"

"Why?" Rose asked, taking the box from her brother. She opened it up, letting her fingertip circle over the golden ring with the small quarter-carat diamond on top of it.

"Do you want to have it or not?" Emmett asked again. "I think Mom would have wanted you to have it. You're the only girl, so it should probably belong to you now like the other jewelry stuff."

Rosalie closed the box. "I don't care for the ring. Do you want to have it for Alice?"

He smirked and Rosalie squeaked in a way too girly way. "You are going to propose to her? Really? That's fantastic. Congratulations."

"She hasn't said yes, yet." He stated. "I want to ask her soon. Wish me luck."

"Good luck," Rose mumbled. She hugged her brother and told him goodbye, bringing him downstairs. "Before I forget it, we need our spare key back." She said. "It's not like we like surprise visitors too much."

"I don't want to catch you jumping each other's bones." Emmett said, handing Rose the key back. "Goodbye Rose. Bella, I'll see you around."

He walked out and Rose went to help Bella with storing the plates and everything into the kitchen cupboards. "He's going to propose to Alice. Isn't that great?"

"Isn't that a bit early?" Bella responded, trying to make some more room to fit the mugs into the left side of the cupboard.

"You're such an unromantic person."

"Getting married has nothing to do with being romantic. It's just a piece of paper."

"I don't think so." Rosalie whispered. "I think marriage is a good thing when it happens between the right two people."

Bella wrapped her arms around Rosalie's waist. Gently her fingers moved down the Blonde's spine. "If I get married, I want to keep my name."

"If you'd asked me to marry you, I'd be fine with that."

Bella swallowed, a strange wave of nervousness floating through her. "Do you want me to ask you?"

"No!" Rose called out, jumping on the chair behind her. "God, Bella do something against this thing over there! I hate spiders!"

"Where?" Bella asked, barely able to hold back a laugh. "I don't see any spider."

"Are you blind? It's right on the counter."

Bella laughed and finally caught sight of the tiny black spider running over the counter. "Do you want me to remove it for you?"

"Yes, of course! Spiders are so gross. God, my skin is already itching."

Grabbing some kitchen tissue, Bella killed the unwanted little parasite and threw it into the trash.

"Are you sure, it's really dead?" Rose asked worriedly. "Maybe you should check again?"

"You are safe." Bella stated. "Do we want to go upstairs now? We need to make something against the squeaking of the bed."

It only took them a couple of minutes to fix things. When they were done, Bella hopped down on the bed. "Much better like this, don't you think?"

Rosalie kicked off her shoes and sat down on Bella's lap, straddling her. "I like the bed we chose for our bedroom. We need to christenize it soon."

"Soon," Bella mumbled, pulling Rosalie closer. "I can't wait for that." She planted a tender kiss on Rosalie's mouth. "I really want to try the dildo with you."

"Such a naughty woman," Rose mumbled, letting her fingers glide down Bella's chest. "You are sexy and you kill spiders for me. That's what makes you perfect for me."

Bella moaned softly into Rosalie's mouth when she pulled her girlfriend in for another kiss. "You always believe in me…and you smell kind of good…always." She kissed Rose again. "That's why you're perfect for me."

Rosalie sighed and leaned back, resting her head against Bella's collarbone. "I'd like you to ask me to marry you, but I know how you feel about marriage."

"It doesn't mean that I don't love you." Bella whispered, caressing Rosalie's face with her fingertips. "Because I do, more than anything,"

"I know," Rose murmured. "We don't need to get married. It's not that important."

Bella knew that when Rose insisted on something not being "that important" it usually meant quit the opposite. But after seeing her own parents' marriage failing, Bella wasn't too convinced about the concept of marriage.

"So, the trial is starting the day after tomorrow. Do you feel prepared for it?"

Rose coughed. "I have another meeting with my therapist before it. Can we please not talk about the trial anymore until Thursday?"

"Sure," Bella responded. "We don't have to talk about it, if that is what you want."

Rose chuckled bitterly. "What I want? I just want this trial to be over. I want to be sure that Royce won't get another chance to find another victim."

"You're not a victim. You're a survivor. Crap, I hate this man so much. I could kill him. It would turn this world into a better place."

"Stop talking like that. I don't want you to kill Royce. I just want to forget what he did to me."

Bella cupped Rosalie's face between her hands. "When the trial is over, we're never going to speak of him again. You are safe now. Nobody is ever going to hurt you again."