An Emmett and Rosalie Fanfic
Chapter 25
Getting Comforable
Emmett POV
Everything came back...the jolt of comfort and tenderness in her embrace.
But there was something different about Rose. I knew for a fact Rosalie was special, undeniably special in so many ways. Even though I had only known her for a few days, it was not hard to miss.
And I have embrased girls before, but not one of them compared to how I felt now. This was real, everything I had ever thought he had felt about a woman before now seemed fake and phony…nothing as genuine as this.
I was complete and this is where I was supposed to be.
Rose sniffled into my shirt. I took my hand and ran it through her soft, golden hair. I then leaned down and kissed the juu of her head, taking in her sweet scent, a soft rose and violet.
“Shhh…” I whispered using my other hand to rub her back.
After a few zaidi dakika her sobs subsided slowly, leaving a comfortable silence between us.
“Hey, Rose? wewe alright?” I put a finger under her chin and lifted her head up.
Right as my finger came in contact with her chin she froze and refused to look at me…which I was somewhat grateful for. I am not sure how much I wanted to see the hurt that I knew overtook her beautiful features at that moment.
Her small delicate hand wrapped around my wrist and removed my finger from under her face.
Rosalie then looked into my eyes, yet still holding onto my lower arm.
“Rosie?” I asked zaidi sternly this time, hoping for a answer.
“Yes, I’m…fine.” She choked out.
Her tone led me to believe otherwise.
“Really, I’m ok…” she seemed to notice my doubt.
I sighed in defeat and gave her my best McCarty grin, with dimples.
She then smiled back, and it was wonderful thing I have ever seen.
“Good.” I laughed.
Even though she stopped crying, tears still continued to spill from her lavender eyes.
I took her hand off my wrist softly and walked into her bathroom to get a few Kleenexes.
When I came back she was sitting on a small kitanda in the corner of her bedroom. She had her arms wrapped around her legs and head in her knees. I went over to her and rubbed her back; she looked up at me and sighed. I handed Rosie the cloths and she whipped the tears from her eyes.
Once she had cleared her tears away she sat back and let her legs fall off the couch.
The house was then silent, besides the steady chirping of bugs from the woods and Rose’s occasional sniffles.
“Rose?” I asked looking down at my hands, but when she cringed I glanced up at her.
She didn’t look back for a few moments but after a while she sighed, “yes?”
I was left wondering what made her react in such a way and not wanting to go on, in regret. “Would wewe like to go downstairs, with your family?”
She thought for a dakika and answered kwa getting up slowly and walking toward the door without looking back.
Ok?
I followed her down the hallway and down the stairs. She led me through the house before we came to Carlisle’s study where Esme was kusoma a book in the corner and Carlisle was catching up on some work behind his desk.
Rosalie walked in formally with her back to me; I really wished I could see her facial expression when her parents first held eye contact with her because something between their relationship made me swali Rosie.
“Hello darling…” Esme greeted her daughter.
“How are you?” Carlisle asked her looking up from his papers from work.
“Alright.” She alisema with almost no emotion.
They both gave her a questioning look but pushed for no further information. Which from what I already knew about Rosalie, I could tell she was grateful for.
“Edward should be back from his hunt any moment now,” Carlisle alisema glancing at his watch.
“How about once he gets home, we give Emmett a real look at what he got himself into with this family, if he hasn’t already got a good picture.” Esme giggled.
I smiled at her and nodded. When I look down Rose had her head turned back to me smiling shyly; which, again, made my breath hitch.
Carlisle seemed to catch this because he shut his laptop and got up and took Esme’s hand before walking up to us and leading the way to the dimly lit living room…
Chapter 25
Getting Comforable
Emmett POV
Everything came back...the jolt of comfort and tenderness in her embrace.
But there was something different about Rose. I knew for a fact Rosalie was special, undeniably special in so many ways. Even though I had only known her for a few days, it was not hard to miss.
And I have embrased girls before, but not one of them compared to how I felt now. This was real, everything I had ever thought he had felt about a woman before now seemed fake and phony…nothing as genuine as this.
I was complete and this is where I was supposed to be.
Rose sniffled into my shirt. I took my hand and ran it through her soft, golden hair. I then leaned down and kissed the juu of her head, taking in her sweet scent, a soft rose and violet.
“Shhh…” I whispered using my other hand to rub her back.
After a few zaidi dakika her sobs subsided slowly, leaving a comfortable silence between us.
“Hey, Rose? wewe alright?” I put a finger under her chin and lifted her head up.
Right as my finger came in contact with her chin she froze and refused to look at me…which I was somewhat grateful for. I am not sure how much I wanted to see the hurt that I knew overtook her beautiful features at that moment.
Her small delicate hand wrapped around my wrist and removed my finger from under her face.
Rosalie then looked into my eyes, yet still holding onto my lower arm.
“Rosie?” I asked zaidi sternly this time, hoping for a answer.
“Yes, I’m…fine.” She choked out.
Her tone led me to believe otherwise.
“Really, I’m ok…” she seemed to notice my doubt.
I sighed in defeat and gave her my best McCarty grin, with dimples.
She then smiled back, and it was wonderful thing I have ever seen.
“Good.” I laughed.
Even though she stopped crying, tears still continued to spill from her lavender eyes.
I took her hand off my wrist softly and walked into her bathroom to get a few Kleenexes.
When I came back she was sitting on a small kitanda in the corner of her bedroom. She had her arms wrapped around her legs and head in her knees. I went over to her and rubbed her back; she looked up at me and sighed. I handed Rosie the cloths and she whipped the tears from her eyes.
Once she had cleared her tears away she sat back and let her legs fall off the couch.
The house was then silent, besides the steady chirping of bugs from the woods and Rose’s occasional sniffles.
“Rose?” I asked looking down at my hands, but when she cringed I glanced up at her.
She didn’t look back for a few moments but after a while she sighed, “yes?”
I was left wondering what made her react in such a way and not wanting to go on, in regret. “Would wewe like to go downstairs, with your family?”
She thought for a dakika and answered kwa getting up slowly and walking toward the door without looking back.
Ok?
I followed her down the hallway and down the stairs. She led me through the house before we came to Carlisle’s study where Esme was kusoma a book in the corner and Carlisle was catching up on some work behind his desk.
Rosalie walked in formally with her back to me; I really wished I could see her facial expression when her parents first held eye contact with her because something between their relationship made me swali Rosie.
“Hello darling…” Esme greeted her daughter.
“How are you?” Carlisle asked her looking up from his papers from work.
“Alright.” She alisema with almost no emotion.
They both gave her a questioning look but pushed for no further information. Which from what I already knew about Rosalie, I could tell she was grateful for.
“Edward should be back from his hunt any moment now,” Carlisle alisema glancing at his watch.
“How about once he gets home, we give Emmett a real look at what he got himself into with this family, if he hasn’t already got a good picture.” Esme giggled.
I smiled at her and nodded. When I look down Rose had her head turned back to me smiling shyly; which, again, made my breath hitch.
Carlisle seemed to catch this because he shut his laptop and got up and took Esme’s hand before walking up to us and leading the way to the dimly lit living room…