Rosalie & Emmett; Another Miracle

All Worth It

I stare up at the ceiling. The moon light giving the room a glow. It's around 11:30pm and Emmett and I are laying in our bed. I stay close to him, snuggled up to his chest. The blanket over the top of our intertwined bodies. My baby bump in between.
"I still can't get over it. You blushed Rosie. I've never seen you so... Human before." He mutters, reminiscing. I knew that my blushing meant more to him. I just stroke his arm, my warm fingertips up against his ice skin.
"You're fragile now. Breakable. I can't-" he stops himself. He wasn't talking to me, more talking to himself. I don't mind. If he needs to get things off of his chest I'll listen.
"You can't what. You can tell me." I reassure him.
"I-" he lets out a deep sigh, "I can't leave you alone. Not when you're like this."
He chuckles then continues,
"I'm beginning to sound a lot like Edward when Bella was human. Now I understand."
I cuddle more into him and I feel him stroke my back.
"I'm not completely fragile. Emmy-bear I'll be fine. I'll be back to normal after."
Emmett picks up one of my golden curls and twists it around. He continues doing the same thing every time the curl drops, falling lightly onto my chest.
"It would have been annoying for Edward. Not being able to kiss Bella without hurting her. Like me now, with you. I don't ever want to hurt you, Rosalie."
I don't argue with him.
"I love you, Emmy"
"I love you too, Rosie."
Then the pain in my stomach is back. The baby kicking. Although this time, it's harder. I curl into a ball cringing at the pain. It feels like someone punching you from the inside. My eyes squint together as the climax of the pain hits. The pain slowly eases down and so does my curled up ball position. Emmett props himself up into a sitting position, rubbing my back, calming me down. That's all he can do.
"I hate this." He spits. He places a light kiss on my forehead.
"It's not pleasant but it will be all worth it." I weakly say. Still hurting from the baby's kick. The pain then disappears and I slowly sit up beside Emmett. Our heads, resting on the wall behind us.
"Look away." I demand to Emmett.
Emmett shoots me a look of disagreement.
"Do you really want to see what the baby dos to me?" I ask him.
"No. But I'm here for moral support." He argues. I quickly and sneakily roll my eyes. I lift up my shirt to reveal a new bruise to go along with my two other ones. It's black with a purple centre. It definitely is notable with my white pale skin.
"You don't have to do this." Emmett utters, referring to the baby.
"It's not that big of a deal." I quickly push my shirt down, covering my stomach. I'm going through with the pregnancy. I want to have this baby. I'm already attached to the precious baby. Besides I'm 2 weeks along, only 2 more to go.
"It's giving you golf ball sized bruises. It's hurting you Rosalie." He sighs.
"I don't care. I can handle it. I'm 2 weeks along, 2 more to go. That's not that long," we glance at each other. I give a look of reassurance and he gives me a look of worry.
I continue, "Emmett I can do this."
Besides, the baby isn't too harmful to me. I'm still half-vampire.
"What if it starts to do more than just give you bruises. What if it starts crushing you from the inside out." Emmett sighs.
"As long as I'm still drinking blood. I should be fine."
Emmett kind of stare's into space. He doesn't look at me. I can tell that he's hurting. I pull him in for a tight hug. He carefully hugs me back.
"Your hearts beating." He states. I look up at his face and he as a smile.
"It's like Emmalie's. I can hear the babies heart as well."
I can't hear it anymore. It must be my half-human side effect not allowing me to hear.
"It's tiny." He cracks a smile like a cute idiot.
I chuckle a little, "it's beautiful."
"Yeah."
I peck his lips. Leaving a lipstick mark on his lips. I giggle, whipping away the mark with my thumb.
"I'm- tired, Emmy." I say. I haven't felt tired in 8 decades. It's weird. Definitely weird. But the again, nothing is 'normal' around here.
"You can go to sleep Rosie." He smiles. I nod, crawling back into a laying down position on the bed. Emmett lays with me. I place my head on his chest.
"Talk to me." I say. I wanted him to talk. I wanted to hear his voice as a fell into a slumber for the first time, in a long time. It would be comforting.
"Don't you want to sleep?" He asks. As he strokes my loose hair.
"I do. But I want to hear you."
"I'm not really good at cheesy speeches. You know that. I'm going to try anyways." He chuckles, "do you know what I'm thankful for?"
"What?"
"I'm thankful for you. Without you the bear would have killed me and I wouldn't have been brought into this life. I'm thankful for Emmalie. She always makes me happy, just like you too. My two girls, that's what I'm thankful for. Also the new baby and how strong you've been through this whole process."
"Naw Emmy. That was cute. I'm thankful for you too." I crack a smile.
I close my eyes. I feel Emmett's hand stroking my hair making me feel calm. I haven't relaxed in so long and it feels good. After a while I hear,
"Good night Rosie." I feel a small, yet long peck on my forehead, "I love you."
I feel the same warmth in my cheeks that I did before. I am blushing. Then I feel into a peaceful slumber.