An Emmett and Rosalie Fanfic
Chapter 24
Love...?
Carlisle POV
My wife had been up there with Rose for a while…I was getting nervous, either she was really getting thru to Rosalie or things were going terribly wrong.
My suspicions were answered when Edward entered the house. “That,” he said with a small smile and pointed upstairs, “was deep.” He finished.
I gave him a look that meant to say, can you explain, but I was met by my wife descending the stairwell.
I could see she was distraught and upset. Edward left without another word, so me and Esme were alone.
“What happened, love?” I asked leading her to the couch and sitting down beside her with her hands in mine…
...
She told me everything from start to finish, now I know what Edward meant by ‘That, was deep!’ it pretty much sums it all up.
“Hun, I think you told her exactly what she needs to hear right now…reassurance. Let her sink in everything and she will come around when she is ready. Trust me, she’ll be thanking you in a few years…” I kissed her cheek and rubbed her arm.
Emmett’s POV
I wanted to go back…apologize...tell her how sorry I was.
When she hugged me I knew she was taking a chance, speaking of previous events. And I felt something, too. There was a jolt of comfort and tenderness in the small gesture. The way she fit in my embrace and just melted into my arms did not go unnoticed, either. It all seemed perfect at that moment…like it was meant to be.
“Ugh!” I muttered to myself. I got up off the rock I was currently sitting on and paced about the area.
Just go back!
I can’t…I have already hurt that family enough!
I fought with myself until dusk, just walking around then sitting then getting back up then sitting down again.
After awhile I decided it would be best to just go back, tell Rosalie how sorry I am then leave…
Rosalie POV
I knew she was right…moms are always accurate...right? They know you better than you know yourself sometimes…correct?
I never believed that one till…well…now. My real mom was never there for me, only when I needed my hair or nails done and could use some new dresses…but that was it. The one time I tried to go to her for some advice she just told me to suck it up and tough out, which was the last time I ever attempted to confide in her. I guess after so many of her little speeches, which she gave me after about every little mistake I made, toughening up was always ended up on my daily schedule.
I lifted myself off my bed and made my way to my bathroom across the hall. I turned off the faucet and put my cupped hands under the cool water. I splashed it on my face, hoping to wipe away any signs of pervious events thru out the week.
I failed miserably. I looked up into the mirror and saw a girl with black makeup running down her face with bloodshot eyes and a sad appearance.
Great…
I was really not in the mood to take a shower right now, so I dried off my face with a small hand towel, then went back to my room and curled back into bed.
…
I was brought back to reality by a tap on my window, after many hours of hopeless dreaming…when sleep never came.
I tried to ignore it but something made me want to know what it was. So I pulled the covers off me and lifted myself out of the bed.
It was almost dawn; the sun just peaked over the mountain…beautiful…
The taps continued as I swiftly yet slowly walked over to my large window in which the noise was coming.
I took hold of the window seal and pulled it upward with small force. I was barely covered; all I was dressed in was a small pair of shorts and a gray boy-shirt, with my hair in a high pony-tail. Even though it was impossible I felt a small chill cascade down my spine from the cool breeze that rushed through my room. But it was nothing compared to the next freeze I came in contact after that…
I looked around outside and saw nothing for a brief moment, but then I saw him…
Emmett…
I cried his name over and over again in my head…
“Rosalie.” He breathed.
“Emmett…” I replied back feeling my eyes start to burn.
“I’m sorry, Rose. So, so sorry…” he stared up at me from the ground so I moved away from the window as a gesture for him to join me.
He happily took my offer and was with me in my room in a matter of seconds.
We just looked into each others eyes for numerous moments seeing all of the pain we caused deep down…and I wanted no more than to jump into his arms and feel safe, again but I refrained in fear of a replay of only a night before.
It became too much to bear, tears flooding the rims of my eyes, threatening to spill, so I looked away but was met by a strong squeeze only moments later.
He must have seen my hurt and discomfort because I was in his warm embrace.
I laid my head in his chest and took in his scent…a small hint of cologne with a deep wood smell.
Again, I felt something I had only felt a few times before…love…though none was a genuine as this time…right here…with Emmett…
Chapter 24
Love...?
Carlisle POV
My wife had been up there with Rose for a while…I was getting nervous, either she was really getting thru to Rosalie or things were going terribly wrong.
My suspicions were answered when Edward entered the house. “That,” he said with a small smile and pointed upstairs, “was deep.” He finished.
I gave him a look that meant to say, can you explain, but I was met by my wife descending the stairwell.
I could see she was distraught and upset. Edward left without another word, so me and Esme were alone.
“What happened, love?” I asked leading her to the couch and sitting down beside her with her hands in mine…
...
She told me everything from start to finish, now I know what Edward meant by ‘That, was deep!’ it pretty much sums it all up.
“Hun, I think you told her exactly what she needs to hear right now…reassurance. Let her sink in everything and she will come around when she is ready. Trust me, she’ll be thanking you in a few years…” I kissed her cheek and rubbed her arm.
Emmett’s POV
I wanted to go back…apologize...tell her how sorry I was.
When she hugged me I knew she was taking a chance, speaking of previous events. And I felt something, too. There was a jolt of comfort and tenderness in the small gesture. The way she fit in my embrace and just melted into my arms did not go unnoticed, either. It all seemed perfect at that moment…like it was meant to be.
“Ugh!” I muttered to myself. I got up off the rock I was currently sitting on and paced about the area.
Just go back!
I can’t…I have already hurt that family enough!
I fought with myself until dusk, just walking around then sitting then getting back up then sitting down again.
After awhile I decided it would be best to just go back, tell Rosalie how sorry I am then leave…
Rosalie POV
I knew she was right…moms are always accurate...right? They know you better than you know yourself sometimes…correct?
I never believed that one till…well…now. My real mom was never there for me, only when I needed my hair or nails done and could use some new dresses…but that was it. The one time I tried to go to her for some advice she just told me to suck it up and tough out, which was the last time I ever attempted to confide in her. I guess after so many of her little speeches, which she gave me after about every little mistake I made, toughening up was always ended up on my daily schedule.
I lifted myself off my bed and made my way to my bathroom across the hall. I turned off the faucet and put my cupped hands under the cool water. I splashed it on my face, hoping to wipe away any signs of pervious events thru out the week.
I failed miserably. I looked up into the mirror and saw a girl with black makeup running down her face with bloodshot eyes and a sad appearance.
Great…
I was really not in the mood to take a shower right now, so I dried off my face with a small hand towel, then went back to my room and curled back into bed.
…
I was brought back to reality by a tap on my window, after many hours of hopeless dreaming…when sleep never came.
I tried to ignore it but something made me want to know what it was. So I pulled the covers off me and lifted myself out of the bed.
It was almost dawn; the sun just peaked over the mountain…beautiful…
The taps continued as I swiftly yet slowly walked over to my large window in which the noise was coming.
I took hold of the window seal and pulled it upward with small force. I was barely covered; all I was dressed in was a small pair of shorts and a gray boy-shirt, with my hair in a high pony-tail. Even though it was impossible I felt a small chill cascade down my spine from the cool breeze that rushed through my room. But it was nothing compared to the next freeze I came in contact after that…
I looked around outside and saw nothing for a brief moment, but then I saw him…
Emmett…
I cried his name over and over again in my head…
“Rosalie.” He breathed.
“Emmett…” I replied back feeling my eyes start to burn.
“I’m sorry, Rose. So, so sorry…” he stared up at me from the ground so I moved away from the window as a gesture for him to join me.
He happily took my offer and was with me in my room in a matter of seconds.
We just looked into each others eyes for numerous moments seeing all of the pain we caused deep down…and I wanted no more than to jump into his arms and feel safe, again but I refrained in fear of a replay of only a night before.
It became too much to bear, tears flooding the rims of my eyes, threatening to spill, so I looked away but was met by a strong squeeze only moments later.
He must have seen my hurt and discomfort because I was in his warm embrace.
I laid my head in his chest and took in his scent…a small hint of cologne with a deep wood smell.
Again, I felt something I had only felt a few times before…love…though none was a genuine as this time…right here…with Emmett…