Rosalies Child chapter one

rosalies child chapter11

As Carlisle entered the storage room in the basement to get the hospital bed scales I thought about what he had just said, Emmett taking my hand beside me.

I was a perfect size 8*A.N. size four in America* 10 stones and 5ft9" tall. I suppose I would have put on about 9-10 pounds in weight - I mean - it's not like I'm eating extra or anything, and I didn't think I was going to react badly to it, maybe it's just because I've been warned I'm think in like this, I know full well after the Edward/Bella incident how subjective Alice's visions are.

I took pride in my perfection, it may be extremely vain but it's just a habit, I'm used to everyone, including my husband marvelling at my supermodel looks and flawless body. I was beginning to wonder of into my thoughts of a perfect family when Emmett surprised me by pressing his lips harshly against mine.

It was a quick yet passionate experience, and once finished it left me gasping for unnecessary air, again. "What was that for?" I panted.

"Just to let you know that whatever happens I love you all the same." He smiled brightly and I gave him one back, quite sincere.

"I know..." I couldn't really work out where exactly he was going with this - but still. Carlisle entered quickly with an electrical scales bed.

"Emmett, if you could carefully lift Rosalie of the bed slightly, be careful of the tubes, and I'll switch the beds over in no time." He gave a nervous smile and I looked up to see a cautious Emmett.

"Tell me if I hurt you at all, straight away."

"Unlikely," I muttered but nodded anyway. He slid his large, soft hands underneath my body and memories of his soft touch were brought back to mind, He held me slightly above the hospital bed with one arm extending down the length of my spine and circumspectly lifted the tubes with his other hand, under two seconds it took for the beds to be switched and me to be gently lowered to the weighing bed.

"Just tell me," I groaned, it must be over a stone if Alice had freaked, she probably saw her own reaction to my reaction, as she is quite prevented from seeing the baby - it's quite lucky that she now constantly has Renesmee around, the next 24 hours would be quite painful for her mind

Carlisle had apparently not switched it on yet, and I closed my eyes over as Emmett leaned over me trying to read the figures which were fuzzing back and forth on the side of the bed.

"Are you ready?" Carlisle asked quietly.

"Ye-"

"Carlisle please go upstairs, I'll talk to her." Emmett's soft tones interrupted my shaky voice.

It couldn't be that bad. Could it?

"Rose?" I opened my eyes to his find his face just inches from mine; he had moved the double bed so that it was pushed against the weighing one. I made sure my eyes stayed averted from the steady digits.

"Just tell me Emmett, it can't be that bad." He raised his eyebrows just a little at my comment but opened his mouth to proceed.

"Well, the thing is, you have a lot of fluids and things going into you right now, so you're bound to begin weighing more," he sucked in a large gulp of air before continuing, "12 stone 2" he blurted out so quick I don't think a human would have caught it, but my perfect hearing caught it alright.

"Wh-what, it can't be," I checked the side of the bed in shock and disbelief, and there they where, proudly staying at that horrible weight. Probably making me disgusting to my perfect husband.

Looks had meant almost everything to me for such a long time the thought of losing them and becoming just the usual vamp flooded through me, some part of my brain was playing the rational card and giving me into trouble for acting like such a vain, stuck up idiot. But the other, larger part was screaming about how disgusted the incarnated perfection lying beside me must think.

Did he know how big that is? - Size 16.*A.N. - Size 12 in America*

Does he know that when I have the baby, due to vampire genetics and stuff, I may stay that big.

I thought that I wouldn't have to stretch to that much. He loves me now, but what if we tried to get back our sex life and found that he was repelled my hideous body. What if... What if... What if...

I hadn't realised I was shaking until Emmett pulled his arms around my now large frame and careful let my head nestle into his toned body.

"It's okay, just remember why you're doing this, come on now, calm down." He hushed me until I became still them pulled my face up to his; giving me a little kiss on the tip of my nose. "You know I love you."

"But-"

"No buts allowed," he said, giving one short snicker at his unintentional joke. "I love you whether you weigh twenty stone or ten, I'll never stop loving you."

"You're so perfect, everything about you, and what if I have this baby and I'm all saggy and horrible - how about then?" I questioned, staring deep into his eyes, finding only sincerity in his following words.

He place his hands on both of my cheeks, staring passionately back into my eyes, "Rose, you need to understand this. No matter the way you look, I will always love you, not just your outside draws me to you. I love everything about you, and as long as you don't change inside nothing else matters. And I know that even if you had six legs and three arms it wouldn't stop me from loving you. You are my soul mate, my eternal partner, I will always love you. Till the end of time."

"Till the end of time," I repeated," smiling in spite of my weight. Now Emmett had spoken to me, it didn't seem such a big thing now, what's important is that I have my husband's love.

I snuggle up into his thick arms , turning my body slightly, enjoying his close proximity.

After what I am guessing was a couple of hours of silence, Emmett decided to break it - not that it was uncomfortable. "I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Are we going to move back out when this is all over"?