Not Without A Fight
Annaleise Marie

Round Fourteen

AN: F-f-f-f... FIFTY REVIEWS. FIFTY? Oh God. I love you guys! That is the most amazing thing I have ever seen! Thank you all so much! Seriously, I can't begin to tell you guys what it meant to me. :D

Sigh. You know what? Fuck the chapter limit. I'm going to write this shit until it's done, and then I'll stop, even if it takes forty chapters. The original Round Fourteen was more than 15,000 words. Probably closer to 20,000 actually. The file got corrupted and I had to rewrite, so now it's spread out over four chapters so I can get it to you sooner.

So now, the first of the Christmas arc, woooo! It's going to be quite dramatic. And again, let's remember that my family gets all dressed up for things like this. Plus, I really enjoy the idea of Emmett in a suit.

Quite a long lemon in here, as well. Seriously, it's like a third of the chapter. Underage people, you know the rules! You pretend not to read it and I'll pretend that I don't know you did.

Okay. I own Spongebob Season One on DVD, because nothing will guarantee that I buy something quite like nostalgia, but I don't own Twilight. That belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

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EPOV

One month. One month I've been with Rosalie. Well, pretty much. One month since I realized I loved her, anyway, and only a few days shy of that since we officially became a couple.

A couple. Christ that sounds weird. I'm not the "couple" type. I don't do the boyfriend thing. I've never felt any desire whatsoever to be anyone's boyfriend.

Well, at least that was the truth a month ago.

A month. Fuck. It seemed like it had only been a few days, but here it was, the start of winter break, and I was waiting for my last class to finally be over so I could see my girlfriend of a month.

A month. Why was it so hard to wrap my mind around it? I guess it's probably because I've never seen anything as lasting in any way, especially not my relationships with girls. Hell, I hadn't had relationships with girls. Not since third grade when Grace Welsh decided I was her "boyfriend". And that didn't count because back then, girls had cooties.

I'm pretty sure the fathers of many states cringed when I discovered that that just wasn't true.

I hurried to the gym after school for the last practice before break – the last practice before the match with Insight, and Royce – knowing that Rosalie would be waiting to say goodbye to me before she went home.

Practice had quickly become the bane of my existence. I guess I was good at wrestling, but it didn't really make it worth it to me. I was only there so that I would have an excuse to beat Royce to a bloody pulp – or, as close as I could manage without warranting a lawsuit – without actually having to join the mafia or something. But it took away from my time with Rosalie, which drove me crazy.

She was leaning against the wall by the entrance to the gym when I got there, smiling when she saw me. I always loved to see her smile because it was so rare for her, that it almost felt like she saved it just for me.

Fuck, I'm too far gone.

She leaned up to kiss me when I reached her, wrapping her arms around me. I immediately started cursing practice in my head because this was so much better. I sighed, resting my forehead against hers.

"I'll see you after practice?" I asked. She shook her head. Well hell, I was really just asking as a formality. I hadn't expected her to say no.

"My parents came back today," she said. "It would be hard to explain why you're there."

"Aren't you going to tell them about Royce?" I asked. She sighed. This had become something of a debate with us.

"Emmett, it's really not worth it," she said. "They're only in town a few days out of the month. And after the holidays, it'll probably be even less."

"It's not worth it?" I repeated. Well, it was the first time that she had phrased it that way.

"You know what I mean," she said.

"Yeah," I said, pulling away from her. "I have to get to practice. I guess I'll see you at some point." Yeah, okay, I was being short with her but hell; did you hear what she said?

"Emmett," she started. I shook my head, walking away.

"You should get home," I said as I pulled open the door to the gym and ducked in. I felt bad for how I had talked to her but how else was I supposed to make her understand how important it was to me that she told her parents? Just explaining it to her hadn't worked, and I had meant it when I first met her and I had said that I wasn't into the whole sneaking around thing.

Mainly because I was fully prepared to shout it from the rooftops that Rosalie Hale was mine, but we'll ignore that for now and just focus on the fact that sneaking around is just way too much effort for a lazy fucker like myself.

I couldn't focus at all during practice. I think I did well. I was certainly angry enough to do well.

I wasn't really mad at Rosalie, or at least, I don't think I was. I was mad at what she had said. She didn't think it was worth it to tell her parents. She didn't think we were worth it.

Being with me was not worth pissing off her parents by telling them that she wasn't dating Royce anymore. And as if that wasn't a frustrating enough thought, I couldn't figure out why she was so convinced that her parents would be mad. If she explained to them why she wasn't with him anymore, they couldn't be, could they? I mean, no parents could actually be upset if their daughter left a guy who was beating and raping her, right?

But it didn't matter how I tried to explain it to myself because it simply 'wasn't worth it'.

Don't judge me as a girl when I say that kind of broke my heart.

I would do anything for her. Anything. But she wouldn't even tell her parents that she was with me because it wasn't worth it.

I was reeling. Fucking reeling. I've never fully appreciated that word before, but id described my mind perfectly in that moment.

Eventually I stopped trying to make sense of it and just quit thinking, throwing my mind into autopilot. Before Ieven really processed it, I was leaving the gym again and heading for the Jeep.

"Emmett, man!" I turned around to see Jasper hurrying towards me. "Jeez, man, I thought you were going to leave me here."

"Leave you?" I asked. "I wasn't aware that I was supposed to be waiting for you."

"Yeah, well, when a guy asks you to give him a ride home, he probably doesn't want to hang onto the bumper," he said. I just stared at him, confused.

"When did you ask me for a ride home?" I asked.

"Like five minutes ago, remember? 'Hey man, can I get a ride home?'" he said before puffing himself out in what I guess was supposed to be an impression of me, but really just made him look like a bulldog. "'Huh? Oh, yeah, sure, yeah, because I'm Emmett McCarty and I'm only pretending I'm paying attention.'"

"Sorry," I muttered.

"Are you okay?" he asked as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"Yeah, just distracted," I lied.

"Ah, right, first real holiday with Rosalie," he said knowingly.

"What?"

"Well, I mean, I know you were kind of with her on Thanksgiving… sort of… but not like this," he said. "And besides, Thanksgiving isn't a real holiday. It's something people made up to fill November. And there's not the whole pressure of the gift thing."

Oh. Fuck.

The gift thing.

Mother fucker.

"You haven't even thought about that, have you?" Jasper asked, sounding surprised. I shook my head and he let out a low whistle. It reminded me of the sound missiles make in movies before… POW! "Well, do you have any ideas?"

"I don't know, man," I sighed. "I'd want to get her something that... means something. But I'm not really the romantic type."

"Says the guy who orchestrated the great dance date of 2009," he said skeptically.

"I kind of stumbled into that one. I just thought she'd like it, I didn't really think it would be that awesome," I admitted.

"Well," Jasper said slowly, staring out the window as he thought about it. "I got Alice a poesy necklace for our anniversary last year."

"What the hell is a poesy?"

"It's kind of like a promise ring, I guess. You can find them for basically anything. Friendship, love... Hell, you could probably find a 'thanks for the fuck' poesy. I mean, anything," he said, shrugging. "They also make rings and stuff, if you don't want to copy Alice's."

"What does hers say?" I asked. A small smile spread across his face. Ten bucks says it's something mushy.

"I love you, I love you more," he said. Yup. I called that. "It's this twisty circle thing, so that no matter which way you turn it, you can keep reading the message forever. They symbolize eternity or some shit. It seemed like something Alice would almost need, what with her issues."

"You're a regular romantic," I said, laughing. He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, just don't tell anyone. It'll ruin my rep," he said. "I don't know, Alice likes shit like that. And it just comes naturally for me to do it for her."

"That's so sweet it's nearly sickening," I said. He shrugged again, unbuckling his seatbelt as I pulled into my driveway.

"Anyway, I've gotta think of something for Alice. Talk to you later, man," he said.

"Later," I repeated. A poesy sounded like a good idea, but where the hell was I going to get that? I had never even seen one of them. Or, not that I could recall, anyway.

Oh, mighty Google, you are going to save my ass. Hopefully.

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Two hours later, and I am officially in love with Google. It turned up the perfect ring.

A simple gold band, etched with the phrase, gra anois agus go deo.

I heard the front door open and close but didn't pay any attention, figuring that it was my mom. Two minutes later, however, I became very aware that I was being watched. I spun around to see Alice standing behind me, staring at the computer screen over my shoulder.

"What the fuck, Alice?" I shouted. She turned her gaze to me, not seeming at all surprised by my outburst. "What are you doing here?"

"Jasper said that you were looking for Rosalie's Christmas present. Is that it?" Alice asked, looking strangely worried about this fact.

"It was, until you started giving me that look," I said. She shook her head.

"You can't give her that," she said, wrinkling her nose.

"Why not?" I asked.

"It's gold."

"Yeah. So?"

"So Rosalie is blonde," she said as though that should make sense. She rolled her eyes. "Blondes look terrible in gold. Order it in silver or white gold or something." She pulled out the chair beside me and sat down, leaning forward to look at the screen as I changed the order information. "So what's the inscription mean?"

"Nothing important," I lied. If I could comfortably tell anyone, it would probably be Alice. But something about Rosalie made me want to keep things more personal, just between us. Of course, I wasn't really ready to tell even Rosalie what it meant.

Especially not Rosalie, actually. Not yet.

"Hmm," Alice hummed. I could tell she didn't believe me but she didn't push it. She was probably filing the phrase away to Google later or something. "Okay. You may want to minimize that, though. Rosalie will be here soon," she said.

"How do you know that?"

"Because she told me." Oh. Well, duh, I guess.

Alice plopped down in one of the other chairs in the living room as I sent my order and shut the laptop, making it clear that she wasn't going anywhere. I quirked an eyebrow at her and she shrugged.

"Jasper made me leave. He's shopping for my Christmas present," she said by way of explanation before a smile spread across her face and she leaned towards me conspiratorially. "Hey, do you know what he's getting me?" she asked.

"Sorry," I said, shaking my head. "And even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you."

"Why not?" she demanded, pouting. I was saved from having to answer by a knock at the door.

"That'll be Rosalie," Alice announced.

"Doesn't it strike you as odd that she knocks and you don't?" I asked, getting up to answer the door. She shrugged.

I wasn't sure how I felt about seeing Rosalie again this soon. I was still kind of stung by what she said earlier. I should have known, though, that I wouldn't be able to stay mad when I actually saw her again. Without doing anything, she made me feel like a complete tool for how I had talked to her earlier.

And that feeling was only intensified when she stepped across the threshold and wrapped her arms around me, leaning up to press her lips to mine.

"I missed you," she breathed when she pulled away. Okay, that was weird, even for Rosalie, queen of the ups and downs.

"What?" I asked, completely puzzled.

"Just… listening to my parents going on and on about Royce," she said. "It just makes me want to see you more."

"You know, if you'd tell them, it wouldn't be as bad," I suggested.

"Emmett…" she sighed.

"Rosalie," I retorted. She rolled her eyes.

"Anyway," she continued, apparently deciding to ignore the subject. "My parents want me to invite you and your mom to the Christmas party on Christmas Eve."

"Christmas party?"

"The Hales are socialites, through and through," Alice said from the living room. "Even in tiny-ass Forks. Their Christmas parties are legendary. The whole town turns up for it."

"And here I thought I was special, getting invited," I said.

"Sadly, no," Alice said, shaking her head.

"Nice, Alice," Rosalie said. Alice shrugged. "So are you coming?" she asked, turning her attention back to me."

"I guess so," I said.

"You guess?"

"Well, I don't really want to spend an evening in your house, with your parents, without them knowing about us. It seems shady."

"I'm not having this argument with you again," she said, her tone final, her jaw set.

"Fine," I said. I didn't really have the energy for another round of this shit, anyway. "I'll see you on Thursday."

"Fine," she said.

Was it just me, or was our relationship suddenly under a lot more strain than it had been? And it hadn't exactly been easy to begin with.

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RPOV

Holidays at the Hale house are way more stressful than they ever should be. By noon on Christmas Eve I was ready to flee the damned place. On top of that, it had been almost a week since my parents had come back into town and I had been able to see Emmett for more than an hour at a time.

Those hours were mostly spent arguing about telling my parents about Royce. He just couldn't get why I didn't want to do it.

Think about it this way: my parents are in town maybe one week out of every two months. Why would I start a lot of shit with them when they're not even around enough for it to matter? I don't want to spend that week fighting with them. It's just unnecessary.

I didn't want to spend this time fighting with Emmett, either, don't get me wrong. I hated fighting with him, especially over something so stupid. And I knew it was making me impossible to live with. Even Jasper's started avoiding me, and he's the most practiced at dealing with my moods.

Add to that the incredible amount of frustration that goes with a sudden stop in sex with Emmett, and I was not at all pleasant.

Out of pity for the poor people who had to deal with me in this mood, I spent the day in the garage until Mom yelled for the third time for me to get cleaned up and dressed for the party. I wasn't looking forward to this. It was always a ton of people that I didn't actually know, people that I didn't care about from the town, and my parent's "connections".

I heard the doorbell ring at four, way too early for the party, and went to the hall railing that overlooked the living room, peering down to see who it was.

Emmett, sitting in the living room, talking to Jasper, as casual as could be.

In a suit.

Dear fucking God, that was it. That was the breaking point. At some point this evening, I was going to get him alone, and I was going to have him. Hard. Wherever we happened to be.

I went back to my room, wanting to finish getting dressed quickly. As an afterthought, I took a condom from my dresser and set about finding somewhere to hide it in this outfit. I had no pockets, and I really didn't want a foil packet scratching at me in my bra, and it seemed just trashy to tuck it into my underwear.

I was debating this when I heard my door start to open and I quickly palmed it, hiding it from view in case it was one of my parents. Jeez, don't people knock anymore?

I relaxed when Emmett came through the door, shutting it quietly behind him. He had balls, coming into a teenage girl's room with that shit-eating grin while her parents were home. Speaking of which…

"Where do my parents think you are?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Jasper's showing me this new video game he got," he said.

"Jasper doesn't play video games."

"You don't say," he said, grinning. He stared at me for a second, his eyes travelling over me slowly. "That's what you're wearing tonight?" he finally asked. I looked down, wondering what was wrong with the outfit.

"You don't like it?" I asked.

"You look beautiful," he said. "I'm just wondering how many guys I'm going to have to kill with you walking around like that."

I was speechless for a moment. It had been a few days since we had really talked without arguing, and now here he was, flirting with me?

He crossed the few feet of space between us, his hand coming up to wind in my hair, leaning down to kiss me.

I fucking melted. There was no other way to describe it. My body melted to mold to his, as my mind turned to mush and the only thing that mattered was his mouth on mine, and his hands moving along my back, sending shudders through my spine.

My own hands moved to his waist, moving around to the small of his back, which I had learned was a surprisingly sensitive spot for him, and that was when I was reminded of the foil packet in my hand.

"Rosalie!" my mom shouted from downstairs and I ripped my lips away from Emmett's. "Come help me set up to food!"

"Be there in a second!" I yelled back before pressing my lips to his again, slipping my hands into his back pockets, squeezing his ass teasingly for a second, leaving the packet there. Problem solved.

I pulled away again reluctantly, throwing him a smile and moving past him to go downstairs, leaving him standing there in a daze.

I love that I have that power over him.

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EPOV

Twenty minutes into the party, and I was in full-out predator mode, my eyes following Rosalie's every move. I had to have her.

The problem was, ever since her parents came back into town, we've barely been able to get two minutes to ourselves.

Which wouldn't be an issue if she'd just tell them.

That was definitely not in the cards, though. Rosalie hadn't budged on that at all. And I was done fighting about it. I just couldn't do it anymore.

"Enjoying yourself?" Jasper's voice broke into my thoughts.

"Oh yeah, this is awesome," I said dryly. He nodded.

"Yeah. I actually kind of wonder if anyone enjoys these parties, or if they're all just keeping up appearances, like us," he said. "Anyway, no offense, but to my parents, you're one of the faceless masses. You won't offend anyone if you duck out early."

I was pretty tempted by that, actually. Maybe I'll be able to get Rosalie to skip out early as well.

I looked around, wrinkling my brow when I realized that I couldn't find her. I saw her parents, talking to my mom and a man that I had come to recognize as Edward's dad, Dr. Cullen. Edward himself was with Bella and Alice on the other side of the room. Numerous other faces – including Jessica's, unfortunately – jumped out at me as people that I recognized from around town, but no Rosalie.

I went off in search of her, trying to look casual as I did a lap around to living room before heading towards the foyer.

I was wondering past the hall closet when I was suddenly pulled into it, the door shutting behind me, drowning me in darkness.

What the hell?

And then her lips were on mine, her hands cupping my face, and I pulled her to me. Rosalie. That explained it.

I groaned when her hands moved up to tug at my hair as she ground herself against me slightly, stifling the sound against her mouth, trying not to attract attention to the now-occupied closet. There was no doubt in my mind where this was going. It had been building up all day, since we had been in her room. But still…

"Fuck, Rose, you want to do this here? Your entire family and half of the fucking town are out there," I reminded her in a whisper, but despite my words, I found my hands drifting up over her shapely thighs, lingering for a second at the top of her stockings, following the strap of her garter belt before wrapping around to grip her fucking amazing ass, pulling her impossibly closer to me.

"I know," she muttered, and I nearly lost it right then. Fuck, she was getting off on the fact that we could get caught.

"You're going to have to be quiet," I told her, noticing that my voice had taken on that fucking raspy edge that she always dragged out of me. She shivered as I brought one hand around to press against her lace-covered crotch, feeling the palm of my hand dampen as she rubbed herself against me. Jesus fucking Christ, I loved the way she went after her own pleasure. "And we're going to have to be quick," I added regretfully.

"Now, Emmett," she growled. I held back a groan and pulled the crotch of her panties aside to let my fingers graze over her, sliding through her folds for a second before plunging two fingers into her, covering her mouth quickly with my other hand as she let out a loud gasp.

"Quiet, babe, or we'll have to stop," I rasped into her ear, thrusting my fingers inside of her, focusing on the words to stop myself from moaning at the sensation. "Although," I added as a thought – a very pleasant one, at that – occurred to me, "maybe I should stop."

"No," she pleaded quietly from behind my hand and I grinned, bringing my thumb to her clit and rubbing as my fingers continued moving in her.

"Do you have any idea how much I'd enjoy going back out there, making small talk with your parents, knowing that all the while, all their daughter wants is for me to fuck her hard?" I hissed and she groaned loudly, making me press my hand harder against her mouth to muffle the sound. "Quiet, babe."

She was pushing her hips against my hand now, writhing between me and the wall. Fuck, as nice as that thought had been, I knew I couldn't really do it. I had to have her.

Not stopping my finger's ministrations, I finally moved my other hand from her mouth and reached up, finding the bar across the top of the closet. Metal. Sturdy. It ran all the way into the fucking walls and I thanked whatever god may be witnessing this for old houses. I pulled my fingers out of her, bringing my hands to her hips and turned her around to face the back wall of the closet, guiding her to raise her arms.

"Grab the fucking bar," I growled, smiling as she obeyed. Fuck, as much as I loved making love to her slowly, this was so fucking hot. I returned my hands to her hips and guided her to arch her back, her amazing ass pushed out towards me, and used my foot to prompt her to spread hers apart. I pushed the skirt of her dress up to her hips, tugging gently on her panties to test the material. Thin. Delicate. Perfect. I twisted my fingers through them near the seam and tugged, feeling the fabric split with a sharp ripping sound as she gasped in surprise. I grinned and took in the shadowed sight in front of me – my girl spread for me, in her fucking thigh-high stockings and fucking garter belt, and those fucking heels. It was too dark, and I could barely see.

"We're doing this again later, babe," I whispered in her ear and she shuddered. "I need to really see this."

"Emmett," she whined quietly, pushing herself back against me, not removing her hands from the bar over her head. Good girl. I unzipped my pants and then it hit me.

I... do not have... a fucking condom.

I let loose a string of curses that would make a sailor blush when I realized this.

"Babe," I started and she shook her head.

"Your back pocket," she muttered. What? "Check your fucking back pocket, Emmett," she clarified, sounding annoyed at the delay. I reached into my pocket, like she said, and my fingers closed around a familiar foil packet.

How?

I remembered her hugging me earlier, her hands drifting down to slide into my back pockets.

Fuck. She had fucking planned this. I ripped the wrapper open as she pushed back against me and jerked my pants down, quickly rolling the condom on and pressing myself against her, pulling her hips back further to meet mine and groaning quietly as my dick immediately slid into her folds, causing her to groan in relief at the contact, grinding against me.

Fuck, inside her, now!

I held her hips still as I thrust in hard. We didn't have much more time before someone was bound to notice us missing. I needed to make it fast, but good. Fast wouldn't be a problem. I was close to coming from the risk factor alone. Making it good for her, in the short time, that was the challenge. She groaned as I bottomed out inside of her and my hand snapped back up to her mouth, blocking further sounds as I held still, listening for anything that would alert me to someone coming to investigate.

After a few moments passed and nothing happened, I thrust hard into her again as I leaned forward to whisper harshly in her ear.

"Quiet, babe. One more sound and I'll stop," I told her before moving my hand from her mouth to grip her hip again, holding her still as I started thrusting deeply. She made no sound other than her heavy breathing, pushing back to meet each one of my thrusts. She turned her head and pressed her mouth against her raised arm, trying to block her cries.

A few more minutes of this and I felt myself getting close. This position made her so much tighter, and watching her try to hold herself back was taking its toll on me. I fucking loved seeing what I did to her. I needed her to come before I did, but that window was rapidly closing.

I moved one hand down to stroke her clit, smirking as I felt her starting to tighten around me and heard her muffled whimper against her arm. Let her think I hadn't heard it. There was no way I could stop now, anyway.

I barely managed to hang on long enough. No sooner did her walls start milking me, her breathing quickening and a small groan escaping her throat, than I exploded inside of her, shaking with the force of my orgasm.

Her hands slipped from the bar as her knees buckled and I tightened my hold around her waist, keeping her standing until her tremors passed. I reluctantly pulled out of her, smoothing her skirt back down over her bare ass, grinning as I remembered that she couldn't wear her panties any longer. I fucking loved the idea of her being bare under that skirt, with no one but us suspecting a thing.

She turned, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her lips to mine softly. Damn, a hard fuck and then soft kisses. The contrast was fucking mind-blowing in the best of ways.

"Thank you," she muttered against my lips and I nearly groaned because shit, she was thanking me for fucking her.

Once we had straightened ourselves up, we snuck out of the closet. Luckily no one was in the entryway.

I almost wished that someone had been, though, as we walked into the living room and my eyes fell on him. I would have gotten caught ten times over if it would erase his presence from the room. And then Mr. Hale was introducing me and asking Rosalie why she had kept him waiting for so long and I was feigning a polite smile as I shook that fucker's hand with the one that I had just used to finger fuck the girl that he had been too damned stupid to treat right.

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AN: Again, sorry that this chapter took so long. Seriously. I almost feel like this chapter was 6,000 words of NOTHING and smut. But I promise it's not. Everything at the beginning will be important later. Especially the next chapter. Speaking of which, preview of the next chapter to all reviewers! It's a really good preview, too, I promise! :D

The thing about blondes looking terrible in gold – this is not to offend anyone. It's just my opinion, and most people have agreed with me when I've mentioned it. Also, I'm blonde, so I kind of have first-hand experience with it.

The ring that Emmett gave Rosalie is linked right down there /points. Technically it has the translation inscribed on the inside, but we're going to pretend that it doesn't. XD You're welcome to look up the meaning, or squint at your computer screen for awhile trying to read it, but I feel like you'll get the full impact better if you refrain from doing that until Rosalie finds out what it means.

http: // www . crystalrealm . com / VB _ ST135R _ SS . jpg

Take out the spaces, of course! :D

saber – Thank you for your review. Please don't think that I just ignored it. Your email address didn't show up in the review. You're welcome to email me and I will send you Emmett's payback that way. :D

If I missed anyone in sending out the smuttake last chapter please contact me. I will send it to you. I didn't mean to miss anyone, and I don't think I did, but just in case, kick my ass into gear!

Okay, so, having said all of that, I look forward to hearing from you! I went through a lot of hell, what with my file getting corrupted and my computer crashing... Let's make it worth my time, shall we?

/bribes reviewers with caffeine, nicotine, and fuel. What else do you need in life? I know that's all I need.