A/N: So, I got this idea from watching Madea. The line is: "I want to hold you. Can I?" and I just had to incorporate it into a Rosalie/Emmett story. It's set in the early days of their relationship. This is one of my older stories that I'm just now posting. Hope you enjoy.
Emmett's large body shook with uncertainty and anger. He hadn't expected this when Rose had said she needed to tell him something. He wanted to find those responsible for causing his Rosie so much pain. He wanted to hold her until all the hurt went away. He just…needed to hold her.
"Rose," he hesitated. "I want to hold you. Can I?" His words were cautious, and she knew if she said no, he would obey her wishes.
The barely perceptible tilt of her head was all it took. Emmett was across the room in less time than it would have taken a human, but more time than he normally took to go anywhere. He wrapped his arms gently around her slight frame, taking in an unnecessary breath when she placed her hands on his chest, lightly grasping his shirt before resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms more firmly around her when she sighed, a memory of tears that could never fall causing her eyes to burn.
He wished, so badly, that he could take all of her pain away. He had liked to joke when he was alive, but he'd taken his duty to his family very seriously. Now, he would take his duty to Rosalie seriously. He'd been turned for her, even though no one had said it. He knew it was his job to take care of her, to make her happy if he could. So, for now, he'd hold her until the memory of the tears faded. And since he couldn't hurt those who'd hurt her – she'd done such a great job of it already – then all he could do was try to make her smile return. He was sure she had a beautiful smile, and no matter how long it took, or how ridiculous it would make him look, he would make her smile again.