Chapter 8: The Hales
JPOV
Work is a bitch. Just a bunch of idiots in this fucking place. It irritates me to no end that the secretaries here are all about dressing in tight clothes to fuck their way up top.
Thank god most of these architects are mostly focused on keeping their jobs at Hale Architecture.
"Angela, I'm leaving for the day." I informed my secretary. She was probably the only one here that was happily married and loved her position as a secretary. And she was good at it. Never anything lost. I had flown her and her husband here with me from Texas to work. I got Them a house in a good neighborhood and a nice car. She had family here so I didn't feel like such an ass for moving her and Ben away from Texas. He said he would this was only temporary until he got back on his feet and he would pay every cent back to me. It wasn't happening. I told him to just focus on getting settled here. He was a good guy.
"Alright Mr. Hale," she answered.
I grabbed all my files that I would need and stuffed them into my brief case. I had a late lunch with Rosalie in about 10 minutes and knowing her, she was probably already waiting for me. She had explained to me on our way to the movies three days ago that the Mrs. Cullen wasn't her. It was Esme. She had called to inform the place about Rose's arrival. She won't tell me who Luke's dad is but I'll get it out of her. I hope that my guess is wrong.
Angela gave me an encouraging and warm smile as I passed her on my way to the elevator. She knew I hadn't seen Rose. And she knew I was nervous.
The elevator doors closed and i could see my reflection. A bit shaggy blond hair, blue eyes, smooth skin, tall, lean, and pretty damn good looking. So why would Alice want someone who isn't me? Fuck, I sound like such a conceited girl.
Alice. How old is she now? I was seventeen the last time I saw her. And She was around the same age as Rose. So, she's about seventeen now? Fuck, I'm a crib robber!
I sighed, stepping out of the elevator. I could see Rosalie waiting for me outside the diner, scanning around for me.
"Rosie!" I called, smiling. She looked at me with a soft grin on her face.
"Jazz." She greeted. "Right on time. For once," she teased.
We went inside and got seated instantly.
After ordering and getting coffee, we asked the waitress to leave us until we waved her over. She left us alone. Rose spoke up once she was out of sight.
"So what's up?" She didn't look at me, instead fiddling with her bracelet.
"Rosalie, what happened while I was gone?" I watched her cheeks flush pink and her eyes widen.
"No lies," she asked quietly, peaking up at me from underneath her lashes.
"No lies."
She took a deep breath. "I'm sure you know Caroline went to jail."
I nodded. I did know that. She spent a year in jail, what for, my grandparents never told me. What they did tell me was that she was unstable and they sent her to a private mental facility.
Rosalie looked at me full on, her gaze angered and determined. "Do you know why?"
I shook my head, deciding that if I didn't really talk, she would get everything out faster. And knowing my sister, she wouldn't beat around the bush.
Looking back down at her hands, she said in such a quiet voice that I could barely hear her if it wasn't for the fact that I was ducking my head low to get closer to her and so no one could hear us. The Hales were still big in Washington. Hell, everywhere where we held power, we were big news. In Texas, photographers and reporters took a residence outside of the gates surrounding the Hale Estate. My grandfather had kept everything from leaking out to keep the Hales high and powerful. He didn't consult anything relating to Noel and my mother without lawyers present.
"Attempted assault and battery," Rose whispered.
What. The. Fuck. My mother had once been the most important women in my life. I looked up to her until that day. She turned into the worst possible women on the planet-no, universe. She was lower than dirt and scum. But even though I knew she was no good, I held a wee bit of respect and love for her because she was mother. She was the person who let me grow inside of her for nine months and then protected me from anything.
But as soon as the words Rosalie had said registered in my mind, the small amount of respect and all of my love for her went out the window. She was dead to me. I had no mother, just like I didn't have a father. Caroline Jeanne Hale was no longer a person in my life.
"Why?" One word questions was what I was now sticking to. I needed to know. I needed to know how she can defy her daughter once before and then do it again.
Rose wiped away a tear that fell on her hand. "She-she got angry." She paused, again looking up at me from her eyelashes. This time, she begged for understanding " I didn't mean to anger her Jasper. Please believe that. Lucas was crying and I was doing everything the nurses had taught me at the hospital. No wet diaper. Not hungry. Not sleepy. Nothing. He just wanted to cry. It was the middle of the night and she came barging into my room, telling me shut the bastard up."
When she said bastard, her hands clenched up into fist. "She told me that I was an idiot for keeping the brat. That if I had aborted him, she would be able to sleep. She called me a tramp, a slut, a whore, and even a prostitute." She chuckled humorlessly. "Funny considering that's how she met Noel."
She shook her head, running her hands though her hair. I habit, I was sure, she had picked up from Edward. He did it every two seconds.
"She was drunk but I knew that even if she wasn't, she would still be thinking all of the things she was saying. You know her, alcohol was her encouragement."
I nodded. I knew that alright. She drank at least once every three months and picked a fight with Noel. Their fights were always about things that happened months ago and that she had kept bottled up. At night, I would hold Rosalie and hush her to sleep. Then, I'd sneak out her room and tip toe to my their room where I could always count on loud yells and things crashing.
"When I finally got Lucas to sleep, I went downstairs to make more bottles for Luc and to clean up the mess in the kitchen that she had made in her rush to get some liquor in her. She was there, sitting on her chair. I ignored her, focusing on boiling water for Luc's bottles. The nanny was coming tomorrow so I had to prepare bottles for her since Luc ate more than I could give." She smiled tenderly at that and so did I. I hate that I missed helping her out with Luc. I hate that I didn't know about his existence until four days ago.
"Anyways, just as I was pouring the water in the last bottle, she told me something. 'I've always hated you Rosalie. Always.' She said in such a bitter tone. At the time, I was still wishing that she'd forgive me, so of course her words tore me up. I was an idiot back then. I still wanted my mother's approval after all this time. I think that's why I didn't say anything to anyone about what Noel was doing to me. I knew that she knew, he always told me and after he was done with me and I'd go downstairs, she'd smile at me and tell me to keep that our little secret. I wanted her approval so bad that I was willing to shut the hell up just so she could give me the attention i craved."
Her tears stopped and she looked up at me with determination. "Do you believer that? Do you believe how twisted I was because of them? I would look at myself in the mirror each day and pick out the perfect outfit so she would compliment me, which she never did. The only other time she would smile at me was when I stood up to Noel for you." She shot me a look telling that I will have to answer some of her questions later.
"Back to the that night," she sighed. Finally, her face was composed. She looked tense but it barely showed. She glanced at the people surrounding us, eyeing this blond guy for a minutes before turning her attention back to me. "I started to cry and she called me weak. She went on and on about how a Hale never showed weakness. Ever. And how if I did, I shouldn't continue calling myself a Hale." She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed at the memory of Caroline ranting off about that. Weird since Noel always told me the same.
"She slapped so hard across my face so much that I started bleeding. Even got a scar out of it." Rosalie pushed her hair away from her face and turned to the left, pointing at the light scar the ran from the edge of her ear to her jaw where it disappeared. "She was completely mad. She threw shit at me, and then grabbed a knife. She told me that I ruined her marriage and ruined her life. Caroline told me that she sent you away so she could get her revenge. She didn't want you to see her like that because she knew you would blame yourself. She told me that by the time the gray morning light shined over this Forks, I'd be dead and so would my bastard." Her eyes were dark with anger. She usually happy smiling face that I remembered was completely gone. She was Rosalie, the woman I had re-met four days ago, distance and cold. "I ran up to Lucas' room, trying to get away from her but she threw the wedding vase at me, and it cut the back of knee. I didn't care though, I fucking limped to Luc's room and locked the door. I was so scared. She was crazy. I knew she should do as she said no matter what. I moved Lucas to my closet since it was quiet in there and he wouldn't wake up from the pounding on the door and her hysterical screams. I stayed curled up against the door crying for two hours and for those hours she still kept up. Lucas started crying and I knew then, that he couldn't live the life with danger around him. I was such a pussy. I was naiive. I called Edward and made him call the cops instead of doing it myself. I thought that she would think of that as my loyalty and love for her. After all that, I still wanted her to stop hating me and love me like I always wanted her too."
She sighed, a sign that her story was coming to an end. "The cops came and took her away. I went to the hospital while Esme took Lucas. She was working at the social services back then," she explained.
I nodded, glad that my parents had made acquaintances with the Cullens. They have always cared for us when Noel and Caroline weren't around, which was always.
"Her trial was a blur. I didn't know who sued her but I'm glad someone did. So she wasn't only there for battery and attempted assault, but for theft. I wasn't allowed to be in court when it didn't involve me. Carlisle and Esme thought that I shouldn't be in court at all but I wanted to face her. I wanted to show her that I wasn't her bitch or puppet that she could just emotionally jerk around. Edward stayed with me the entire time." She grinned slightly.
"What about Lucas? Where was he the whole time?" I asked. Fuck my rules. This was important.
Rose cleared her throat. "He was with Carmen. Carlisle's sister. She was living with them at the time since her husband, Eleazar was up in Canada or something."
"They were going to take Lucas from me since I had no place to go. Texas Hales didn't want me and neither did the New York Hales since I was a disgrace with a bastard child." She rolled her eyes but I could sense the hurt behind her words. She still wanted their approval and it stabbed her like a bitch to know that they didn't want her. I really don't get our family. Their selfish pricks. The lot of them. They disregarded the fact that she was raped by an old guy. A guy who was sick and twisted. The fact that our family turned their backs and covered their ears when Rosalie and Lucas needed them, disgusted me. "But someone made it so I could stay in Forks with Esme and Carlisle as my guardians. I've been living with them since. Lucas calls himself Lucas Cullen," she chuckled.
I laughed too. He wasn't at all a Hale. He was too pure and innocent to be allowed that name. A questioned popped up in my head and I blurted it out without thinking.
"Why didn't you give him the name Volturi?"
The healthy glow she had when she was talking about Luc drained away, replaced by a pale pasty complexion.
"I-uh," Rose looked away from me, focusing on the outside world visible though the windows. I looked that way too. Fuck. I messed up. It was a touchy subject, that much was clear. I;m such an asshole.
With my gaze away from her, Rosalie answered my question. "Caius brother wouldn't allow it. Caroline had called to get Caius to agree with the last name thing but his brother would only agree to have his brother's name as Lucas' father on his birth certificate. Then Caius agreed to send a monthly thousand dollars wired into my account. He didn't want his wife to find out he had had an affair with a thirteen year old." She shrugged her shoulders, as if it was now not a big deal.
Wait, his wife? "Wife, the fucker had a wife?" I was shocked. What the hell was wrong with this dude. He couldn't possibly want a thirteen year old when he had a wife! He was sick. At that age, Rosalie was growing up, yes, but she was still a child.
She nodded, rubbing her cheek. "Athenodora."
"What kind of name is that?" I said.
She laughed and said, "And her I was thinking that we had odd names."
I chuckled. "Nah, just old fashion."
I waved over the waitress. I ordered chicken parmesan woth spagetti while Rosalie order a cheeseburger with extra fries. No tomato, pickle, or lettuce with her burger and no cole slaw. She also ordered a coke, buffalo wings, and an a cup of soup.
I looked at her. "Are you going to finish all of that?"
She rolled her eyes. "Yes. I'm starving. I worked right through my two hour lunch time to leave early and be here." This surprised me, I didn't know she worked.
"You work?"
Rose nodded. "Yeah. The interior design place down the block. From 2 to 8. Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays."
I was impressed. "You help design right?" I knew she would. She was always fixing up her rooms in the house. It drove our maids crazy. Again, she nodded.
"Esme and Carmen own it."
I nodded. The waitress returned with our soup and Rose's coke.
"But enough about me or the past. I want to talk about Alice Brandon." She smirked at me.
I loved this about my sister. She changed topics so easily and made you forget about before. The topic of her past depressed me and left me with millions of questions but I didn't want to get more into that here, with all eyes on us. They knew who we were.
I sighed. "What about her?" I sipped my soup trying to look uninterested. I didn't want Rose to see that I really did care about Alice but considering I've been acting like a dramatic sixteen year old girl this whole time, I'm pretty sure the cat was out of the bag.
She eyed me with the smirk still present on her face. At this moment, she reminded me of the younger her, who teased and pestered me with Edward by her side. Although, I scared him so he mostly watched.
"Ask her out." She said simply. She ate her soup quickly, the hotness probably not registering since she wince at all.
"It's not that simple Rosalie. First of all, that's not allowed. She's seventeen. Three years younger than me. And she's in high school. People will think I'm some cradle robber." I blushed.
She giggled, shaking her head at me. "Jasper, Edward told me that her birthday is next weekend. She'll be eighteen then. And come on, you're going to let a small age difference keep you from the love of your life? Your soul mate? Your P.I.C.?"
P.I.C.? What the hell was that? Prostitute in the corner? She must've noticed me confusion because she explained that it meant partner in crime. That made sense.
The waitress returned with Rose's buffalo wings and I helped myself to some. She huffed, but made no comment. She loved her buffalo wings. This is a small payback for bringing up Alice.
"Rosalie, it's three years. It's not a couple months or a year. It's three. That's about 1,095 days! Give or take." I responded. I bit into the buffalo wing, savoring the spiciness of it. Oh, these were good.
Rose dropped the bones of her wing on her plate, cleaning her hands and mouth with her napkin. "God, you sound like Bella."
I cocked my head to the side, confused. "What? What does she have anything to do with Alice and I?"
Rose smirked. "'Alice and I'? Aw, you're starting to state yourself as two."
I rolled my eyes at her. God, this girl. She seemed mature but here she was, acting her age and twisting my words to make of them what she wanted. "Shut up. No."
She chuckled, biting into a buffalo wing. "You love it."
"Again, what does Bella have to do with this?" I was careful not to say 'Alice and I'.
"Girl talk. She mentioned that you were old." She huffed, crossing her arms.
I laughed. "Of course I am."
"Shut up, you're not old. Grandfather is old. Isn't he like seventy?"
"Sixty-seven."
She shrugged her shoulders. "Same thing. Anyways, take a chance."
I quirked an eyebrow. "Chance? Meaning she might or might not want to be with me?"
She sighed, clearly frustrated. "No, you fucktard. There is no chance."
My heart clenched. No chance? But friday night she seemed so interested. Her bright blue eyes watched me the whole time we talked with an incredible smile.
"See, no chance. You just finished saying it," I whispered quietly, showing me disappointment.
My head was done so I didn't notice Rosalie's hand fly out and slap my chin up. "I meant that she does like you so taking a chance is the wrong wording. She likes you!" She all but shouted.
Rubbing my chin, I glared at her. "Next time, give me a warning. Jesus that hurt."
She needed to be clear. She hit hard for a girl.
"Just, please, talk to her. She really does like you. She cares for you. And don't be stupid and let three years mess up the possibility of a great relationship," Rose said sincerely, holding my hand that was on the table. Her violet eyes looked up at me filled with hope and kindness. "And whenever you need to talk, I'm always here."
I nodded, giving her hand a squeeze. The waitress came then with our food and we settled for Lucas and Edward as topics of discussion.
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Normal POV
Edward unlocked the his door for everyone to come inside. Emmett immediately bonded over to the couch with Lucas hot at his heels. Alice kicked off her purple heels, settled at the corner of the couch, and curled her tiny feet underneath her. Edward helped Bella out of her gray coat and hooked it on the coat hanger. She smiled in thanks, still in awe that he was such a gentleman.
She turned to talk in the beauty that was his home. The windows went from ceiling to floor with beige curtains pulled to the sides. The two couches were white, along with the walls and the carpet. A huge flat screen was tucked in the wall and a black fireplace was settled under it. To the sides of the TV and fireplace were floor to cieling bookshelves that contained books, photo albums, magazines, and picture frames of the family.
Edward took the chance to look over her amazing figure. She looked amazing in a white black striped pullover, jeans that hugged her long legs and her great behind, and on her feet, a pair of creamy moccasins. Simple, but stunning.
Bella shifted her stance, not knowing if she should go sit or wait for Edward to invite her. She didn't have to wait long to know what to do. Edward placed a hand at the small of her back and walked them over to the loveseat. "Go ahead, make yourselves at home." He smirked in Emmett's direction as he snatched the remote off the coffee table before Alice could make a move on it.
Emmett sat back, enjoying having the power. He switched the channel to a football game. He smiled. Lucas settled in beside Emmett, a feeling safe and content. He knew this feeling. It was the feeling he felt when he was with his mommy. His mommy. He wondered where she was. And uncle Jazzy. He enjoyed his afternoon with uncle Edward and the others but he missed his mommy terribly.
He tugged on Emmett's black hoddie. "Where's mommy?" Lucas asked Emmett with a frown on his angelic face.
Emmett looked down at the adorable boy, grinning. "She's working. Don't worry bud, she'll be here soon."
Edward nodded in agreement. "I'll call her if you'd like," he offered, knowing that Lucas loved hearing his mother's voice.
Lucas thought about it for a minute. He shook his head. "It okay." He snuggled up next to Emmett and Emmett in return, threw his arm around the little boy who had captured his heart so quickly, without a thought. it felt so natural.
Alice watched them, thinking who adorable they looked. Almost like father and son. Father and son. Kyran and her dad. She smiled. Kyran was her little brother who worshiped his dad. His dad watched over him like a hawk. He didn't want what happened to Alice repeat itself with Kyran.
She thought about what kind of mother she would be some day. Strict but loving. No violence at all. She'd hover over them but give them their space at the same time. Images of small blond boys running around her with bright blue eyes and a smile that reminded her of their father. A smile that she knew so well...Jasper's.
Bella sat comfortably next to Edward, breathing in his musky and delicious sent. Today had been great. He picked her up for school and walked her to some of her classes. All through Bio, she had caught him staring at her multiple times -much to Tanya's annoyance and confusion- and at lunch, he talked to her the whole time, asking question after question about herself. Edward had surprised her by taking her along to pick up Lucas from daycare and invited her, Alice, and Emmett to spend the day with him and Lucas. Emmett had agreed quickly, wanting to spend time with Lucas. He was a cool kid and talked about everything with such passion and contentment. Lucas enjoyed every moment of anything he did. Emmett loved that. He hadn't been around such carefree behavior since his mother. Alice went along too, hoping she'd get a glimpse of Jasper and a chance to talk to him. But so far, she hadn't be able to do any of that. He wasn't around. She still enjoyed herself, remembering that she couldn't him follow him around like a mindless fan girl.
Edward moved his arm behind the couch, watching Bella from his periphial vision. She hadn't seem to notice his movement. She had a smile on her breathtaking face as she watch the football game. Edward glanced at Emmett. His attention was completely on the game. With that, Edward move his arm at the edge of the couch,right behind Bella's shoulders.
Alice looked on at Edward and Bella. Edward sighed in relief. He had made a move. Alice giggled quietly, not wanting to attract attention.
Lucas' stomach grumbled. "I'm hungry," he stated, pushing his small torso up to face Edward. He nodded, moving from his spot on the couch. "Let's go make some lunch."
Lucas smiled, jumping of the couch and followed Edward into the kitchen. "Mr. Emmett, let's help."
Everyone smiled. Mr. Emmett was all they have been hearing. It was obvious that Lucas wanted to share everything with 'Mr. Emmett'. Emmett left with lucas and Edward, leaving Alice and Bella alone in the living room.
Bella stayed in her seat until she was heard Edward asking Lucas what he wanted. She bolted over to Alice, almost squishing the poor girl. "Isn't he wonderful," she dreamily sighed. Edward was her modern Romeo. Except she hoped that death wouldn't be in the near future. And that no one tried to break up their love.
Alice smirked. "The wonderfulest!"
The two friends giggled madly.
"Who's the wonderfulest?" Rosalie asked from behind them. Alice jumped, startled. Bella's giggles ceased as she peaked over the couch to see Jasper and his sister.
"Uh, no one." Alice answered, quickly stuffing her feet into her heels, stood up to accidentally knock Bella to the floor. "Oh, Bells!"
Bella giggled, getting up on her knees and rubbing her butt. "It's okay." Jasper chuckled while Rose snickered.
Jasper looked Alice over. She looked absolutely appealing in her tight skinny jeans that clung to her ass like a second skin, a dark gray cropped long sleeve thing showed her shoulders with a white shirt underneath, and those purple fuck me heels that made her legs look miles long. Her inky hair was wavy today and her eyes looked as bright as ever. She was such a sight to behold.
Rosalie cleared her throat, bringing Jasper from his Alice trance.
"Hello ladies," he said politely.
"Hi," Bella answered, smiling.
Rosalie smirked. This was Alice's chance. She had to go talk to him now!
'Uh, I'll be right back." Jasper walked down the hallway and out of sight. Alice. She was here. Was it for him? It had to be. Edward wasn't there. But then again, Bella was here. Maybe for support. Girls did shit like that. Right? They never went anywhere without a best friend.
Rosalie stepped down the step that opened up to the living room. "Hey, I didn't thin you guys would be here. Where's Eddie," she asked, using Edward's hideous nickname.
Alice didn't answer as she was too busy swooning over Jasper. He was adorable. He looked professional but casual wearing khaki pants paired with a sky blue long sleeve polo and black dress shoes. She just wanted to eat him up.
instead, Bella again answered. "In the kitchen with Luc."
Rosalie nodded. She took off her coat and draped it over the couch. "Thanks." She left to the kitchen.
Edward was crunched down in the cabinets with his ass sticking out. His ass. Woah, since when had Edward's ass become to nice? Rosalie shook her head with the attempt to get rid of a sexy thought about Edward. But his ass was right there! Right in front of her. No, no, no. Bad Rosalie. Stop looking.
Lucas came running in, coat and hat on. "Mr. Emmett, Uncle Edward said that he found gas."
Mr. Emmett? What?
Emmett sat back on the floor, huffing. "Alright." Edward had asked him to look for some coal to fire up the grill and make burgers since that was what Lucas had politely asked for.
Lucas looked up to see his mother's shocked expression. He didn;t think anything of it. He smiled widely, breaking into a sprint to get to her. "MOMMY!"
Rose opened her arms for her son, breathing in his sweet lavender scent mixed with the baby shampoo he loved. Lucas. She had missed him. And he had missed her too. It was obvious with how he clung to her, not letting go of the hold he had on her around her next, as she stood up.
"Did you behave, honey?" Rose smooth down his blond hair, kissing both his cheeks.
Lucas nodded ethuastically. "Yeah! I played with Mr. Emmett." Rose noticed the bright spark in her son's deep blue eyes as he spoke about how 'Mr. Emmett' bought him an icee at the bookstore and some books about cars. Emmett shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Rosalie hadn't said anything to him. Her eyes had only skimmed over him as Lucas talked about him. He looked over at his favorite kid's mother. Oh, god, she looked amazing in that tight black miniskirt. Without having to look, he knew that her already amazing ass looked even more amazing. "Uncle Edward is making burgers for my tummy," Lucas finished, running his fingers through his mommy's curls.
Emmett chuckled. "I think he said it was for everyone's tummy." Luc giggled.
Rosalie's eyes snapped to him. He huge size made him look imitating but from what her son had just told him, he was a teddy bear with a soft spot for adorable blond boys.
"Hey Emmett." She finally greeted with a smile. She was thankful that Lucas had found another friend. He seeked out male company that was rarely home since Edward only spent a couple of hours with him at night and Carlisle was mostly at the hospital. Lucas was always with either Rosalie or Esme. He thought things would change when Uncle Jazzy moved in but he's been working and arriving late at night.
Emmett grinned, showing off his dimples. Rosalie swooned at the sight of them. "Hey Rosalie," he said, kicking himself mentally for not coming up with something smoother to say.
"Down mama. Please?" Lucas patted Rose's cheek. As soon as his feet hit the floor, he scurried off through the door that led to the patio. Rosalie walked over to where Emmett leaned against the sink.
"Um," she cleared her throat, uncomfortable with the question she was about to ask.
Emmett took in her perfect face, thinking to himself that this woman in front of him was indeed one of a kind. No one could measure up to her impossible beauty. He took no noticed when she sucked in a breath and exhaled.
"Uh, Emmett?" He looked dazzled.
"Sorry?" He shook his head, clearing all thoughts about her beauty away.
"Please don't get offended when I ask you this but um, how much where the things you bought Lucas?" She didn't look at him, foucsing her attention on his wide muscular chest that was still perfectly defined covered up by his black hoodie.
What? Was she serious? He wasn't offended. Just surprised. He ran a hand through the his curls and then rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, nothing."
Rosalie looked up, stunned. "No, seriously, how much? I want to pay you back."
"Don't worry about it." He took a step away from her, grabbing the remote control for the black flatscreen hung over the refriderator and began surfing through the channels.
She huffed, snatching the remote form him and turning it off.
"The price please." She gritted thorugh her teeth, annoyed.
Emmett again shook his head, narrowing his eyes on hers. "No."
"Listen Emmett," she poked his chest. A shock of hot electricity ran through her finger and all over her body at the contact but she ignored it. She was on a mission. "How much?"
Jasper walked in then, startled to find the big dude and his sister so close to each other. He made her look short. And she wasn't at all, standing a tall and proud five foot nine.
"Hey!" Jasper greeted, not surprised that they didn't acknowledge him. When Rose was mad, she wouldn't tear her focus off the object of her anger.
"Nothing." Emmett said with a tone that was meant to end the discussion.
Rose poked him again in the chest. "Tell me. It would be wrong of me to let you pay for my son."
Jasper moved over to the fridge, taking out a bottled water. Ah, so that was what this was about. Emmett paid something for Lucas. He rolled his eyes. The guy better tell her or she was going to knee him in the crotch like she had to Edward when he bought Luc a simple coloring book.
He noticed how Emmett's brown eyes went soft for a second and then harden. "No." He repeated, more firmly this time.
Rosalie growled, pushing at Emmett's shoulders. He stumbled back against the counter, surprised. "Tell me!"
Jasper laughed, shaking his head as he walked out of the kitchen and through the open door that Lucas had escaped. Emmett had a lot to learn about hard headed Rosalie before he made any move to start a relationship with her. Because from the way Emmett's eyes constantly scanned his sister's, Jasper knew that he wanted more with her.
Sorry this is so long. I had an inspiration and I couldn't stop.
What do you think about Rosalie's story? There's more to come but that later.
Next chapter will start up with Rosalie and Emmett still arguing. lol.
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Oh, I also decided that Thursdays will be the day I update.
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