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PROMPT: What If?

I watched as Ella twirled around the dance floor with Reece, giggling before they split apart and ran towards a pile of balloons. They were the same age, and I was dreading them getting older. Alice and I would have our hands full with them, for sure.

"How are the feet?" My sweet husband asked as he sat down next to me and wasted no time placing my swollen feet in his lap, removing my shoes, and gently massaging the sore muscles at the bottom.

"Wonderful now," I sighed. I was seven months pregnant with our first child and was starting to get uncomfortable. She would be a big little girl – a fact I fully blamed Emmett for. He was huge. Six foot four and built like a linebacker. It's all hot and sexy until you have to push his child out of you, and she rips you in half. Ella was only six pounds when she was born, and even though I was in labour for thirty-six hours, it was relatively okay. I had no doubts that this time around, it would be more difficult – the doctors had even mentioned a C-section.

"How is our little melon doing?" Emmett asked, stopping his ministrations on one of my feet to lean forward and gently caress my ballooned stomach.

"She's good," I said, placing my hand on his. "Pretty active, so I think she's enjoying the music."

Emmett smiled at me.

"Uncle Em!" Ella shouted from across the room. "Come and dance with me!" She was only five, but her voice was very loud. I think she got that from my mother. She wore a yellow bridesmaid dress with her hair in two little plaits. She looked utterly adorable, and I had snapped plenty of photos this morning.

"The princess has called," I told him cheekily. He simply smiled back, gently stood up and placed my feet on the chair he had been occupying. Leaning down, he gave me a sweet kiss and a wink and then disappeared into the crowd to go and amuse my daughter. Ella might not have been biologically his, but she loved him, and he loved her.

Watching them together was a real treat. Emmett made her seem so small, and she made him seem so big. But you could guarantee that whatever she asked, Emmett would oblige her. Tea parties, horse riding, princesses… all of her favourite games were done with Uncle Em. I lost count of how many times I came home and found him sitting on the floor with a sparkly crown on his head and dainty teacup in his hand, pinky finger pointed outwards. But equally, when she wanted to go puddle jumping or riding in the jeep, he was there too. Her large protector. Ella had once told me that she liked Emmett, he made her feel safe. I'm not ashamed to admit that I teared up at that. Because I got it, he made me feel safe, too.

"Mind if I sit?" A familiar voice asked.

I smiled at Edward and nodded. "Of course," I gestured to the chair next to me, and he sat down, a hand running through his wild locks.

"Ella looks utterly beautiful," he remarked.

"I know." I was so proud of her. When Esme had asked if she would be a bridesmaid, Ella had cried with excitement.

"I think the only thing she got from me was her cheekbones."

True. Ella looked nothing like her father. She was my mini-me through and through; from her light blue eyes, to her pale skin, to her blonde ringlets. I sometimes wonder if Edward had anything to do with her conception.

"Her hair might change colour when she gets older," I offered. It didn't bother me who Ella looked like, just that she was happy and healthy.

"Nah," Edward shook his head. "She's all you." He turned to look at me and I offered him a small smile.

It had taken a lot for us to get here. Our breakup was bitter and full of anger – on both sides. I'm not completely blameless, and I fully accept that. The best thing to come out of us was Ella. She was my shining light. I'd do it all again for her.

I wasn't sure what to say to him, so I stayed quiet.

"Do you ever wonder…" Edward began, turning in his seat, "if we could have made it?"

I tore my gaze away from my baby girl and my husband. "What?" His question had caught me completely off guard. "What do you mean?"

"What would have happened if we stayed together?"

I could tell from his eyes that he was being completely serious.

"Because I do." I wanted him to stop talking. "I wonder where we would be. If we'd have more children." His eyes flickered down to my belly and then back up to my face. "I always wonder what our life would have been like."

"Stop it," I told him. "Stop it right now, Edward." I tried not to raise my voice. I didn't want to make a scene. Today was about Esme and Carlisle.

"Come on, Rose. You must think, 'what if?'"

I exhaled sharply through my nose. "Edward, I don't." And I didn't. "Because I know what would have happened if we'd stayed together. Both of us would have been miserable. We weren't good together."

Why the hell was he doing this now? At his sister's wedding? Was he deranged?

"Rose, the sex was pretty good," Edward said, grinning at me and waggling his eyebrows.

It took all of me not to scoff. If he thought that was good, then Jesus.

"It really wasn't," I told him through gritted teeth. I pulled my feet from the chair and jammed them into my shoes, trying not to show Edward how uncomfortable I was.

I stood up. "I never wonder what if because I'm perfectly happy with what I have." I loved my life with Emmett and Ella. I couldn't imagine it being any other way – I didn't want it any other way.

"Clearly, I'm not," Edward said, getting to his feet. He leaned in. "You are my favourite 'what if', Rose." Gently kissing my cheek, he retreated, walking swiftly over to where Bella was. He sat beside her, arm draped along the back of her chair as he brushed a piece of hair from her face.

"Everything alright?" Emmett asked as he sauntered over, Ella sat on his shoulders, her fingers gripping his hair.

"It is now," I told him, leaning into his chest.

What I said to Edward was completely true. I never wondered what if. Because I wouldn't change what I have now.