Disclaimer : I don't own Twilight
This is the first time I have rewritten a Rosalie and Emmett story. So I hope everyone likes it. Also there will be a part two wedding at some point.
Emmett McCarty sat at the saloon playing poker just like every night, Jasper, his best friend and ex confederate soldier, sat to his right. In truth, many of the town marveled at how they were friends considering they'd both stood for different sides of the war and at first Emmett hadn't like Jasper, but he learned that Jasper had only fought in the war at his father's insistence. Next to Jasper sat James, who for once didn't have the saloon girl Victoria on his lap. To Emmett's left sat the mysterious Frenchmen Laurent.
As they showed their hands to one another the new saloon girl Rosalie severed them another around of whiskey, courtesy of the bartender Edward Masen, he was also Emmett's co-working, but tonight was Emmett's night off. Out of the corner of his eye Emmett studied the new saloon girl, she was the most beautiful women he'd ever seen, she had long blonde hair and deep blue eyes that were almost violet. He turned his attention back to the game noticing he'd just lost all his earnings to James who was smirking as he gathered up the pile of money in the center of the table. When he had his money shoved into his waiting sack he left the table heading straight for Victoria, what a fool he was to keep falling into the same trap.
Laurent stood next saying he had nothing left to bet. Only Jasper and Emmett remained at the table. Emmett lifted his shot glass emptying it, he nodded to Edward to send another his way.
"How are things with Maria?" Emmett asked Jasper, for the last month things had been rocky for his friend since his wife had found out about his affair with the pretend physic Alice.
"Could be better, but they could be worse." Jasper replied vague as ever. After a moment Jasper stood, nodding to Emmett he to left.
Emmett now sat alone his glass empty, he thought back to the last two weeks and the fight he'd gotten into with Royce King, a wealthy business man who'd come from New York looking for Rosalie Hale. Emmett wasn't sure why the man wanted her, but he wasn't about to let the man harm a defenseless woman. After a moment a soft hand touched his arm, and he was pulled from his thoughts finding himself looking into the blue eyes of the woman who'd been on his mind. He stared at her as she started to speck.
"I did not get the chance to thank you for saving me." She said quietly, timidly.
"You don't have to thank me, darlin', I don't like to see a woman be taken advantage of." He explained.
"Just the same thank you," she said.
"It ain't none of my business, but do ya mind me askin' why he wants you to go back to New York with him?" he asked after a second.
"Well, I guess after what you did for me it is the least I can do." She replied looking down at the table. "Do you mind if we go somewhere private?"
He stood taking her hand and leading her to the back door of the saloon and down the street to his small apartment. Once he made sure they weren't followed he shut the door and led her to a small table gesturing for her sit down.
"Now what does this man want with you?" he asked her.
"He's my fiancé, or he was. I was supposed to marry him, but as the wedding go closer and closer he started to change and he was becoming violent. On the night of our wedding he corned me in an ally as I was walking home from a friend's house. I was able to fight him off and I ran home, when I told my parents they would not believe me and demanded I marry him anyway. I cannot marry a man like that." By the time she finished she was in tears and Emmett had no idea what to do with a crying woman.
"How did he find you and what is he doing here?" Emmett asked.
"I do not know how he found me. But he wants me go back to New York and marry him." She cries harder. "I do not know what to do. I cannot marry him, and you won't always be there to stop him."
They sit there Emmett lost in though and Rosalie in tears. How could Emmett help her, there was nothing he could do short of marrying her himself. Maybe that was it! He'd marry her before this Royce King could.
"How would you feel about marrying me?" he asked.
"I do not even know you." She replies.
"I know but if your my wife he can't make you leave with him. We don't have to do the intimate stuff, I won't force myself on you. And we can get it annulled once he leaves town." He says quietly.
After several moments of thought she says, "Alright, but I still do not know anything about you."
"Ok, well, I'm from Tennessee, my family was for the southern cause in the war and I wasn't. My pa demanded I join the Confederate Army, but I refused and ran west. I ended up here after some time and just decided to stay. I like it here." He explains.
She smiles at him sweetly, "I am glad you're here." She reaches across the table and taking his hand that is resting on the table top. She squeezes it gently, "When are we getting married?"
"It'd be best to do it as soon as possible, so in the mornin' I reckon." He says.
She nods, "Ok, in the morning then," but she still didn't sound sure. Emmett hoped that changed.
"I think it's best if I escort you back your apartment for the night," He says standing.
She nods standing up and allowing him to lead her to the door and into the night.