Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Duh.

OK I got my first negative review. It says: Even for an unrealistic story about an unrealistic book, you are being TOO unrealistic. OK I know everyone is entitled to there opinion, so I won’t bash them. But the thing that bugs me is that they were anonymous. I welcome negativity if it is justified, but to not explain yourself bugs me a tad.

And on one last note. I’ve been looking at other stories with about the same amount of chapters as mine, and I have gotten a tonne more reviews, and I think I may have been taking that for granted. I want to thank everyone who has read my story, and I’d like to give an EXTRA thanks to the people who review! Please keep doing that, especially if you have something to correct (spelling, grammar, little details that I may have missed)!

I love you all!

Esme POV—

A baby. But how? Not that I wasn’t excited for Bella. If any one deserved it, it’s her. But we all knew that vampires can’t have babies, so I guessed that humans and vampires can’t either. And from the look on my husbands face, he agreed with me.

EmmettPOV—

I raced after my Rose, barley keeping up with her as she laced through the forest trees, whipping up dust and pine needles like a blonde tornado. I reached for her arm, her back, any part of her I could reach. This was getting ridiculous; I needed to talk to her. To reason things out. I hooked my finger under the strap of her favorite tank top and stopped. Now, I don’t know about the stuff that most girls wear, but I know for a fact that the lace string holding together the top would not stand a raging vampire. So it snapped.

She stopped instantly, just as I had planned. She whipped around nostrils flaring. If looks could kill (and if I could die) then I would be pushing daisies 6 times over.

“GET-AWAY-NOW!!” She yelled, making the entire forest of animals sprint.

“Rose…babe…Come on...” If I could only talk to her. This image of her hurt was burning into my mind, scarring and melting her cold outside exterior. This was the Rose I knew. The insecure, deep, passionate Rose. I couldn’t imagine how much this had hurt her. But I had to make it better.

I took a cautious step towards her, opening my arms, and as if I had stepped on a button (I resisted the urge to look around for one) she fell into them. I carefully sat down on the ground, with her cradled in my arms. She was dry sobbing into my shoulder and I sat and patted her back. I don’t know how long we sat like this. It could have been 5minutes, it could have been 5 hours, but I had her, and that was all I needed.

After what seemed too short of a time, she lifted her head and said the most heart breaking word I have ever heard.

“Why?” She whispered. “Why her?”

BellaPOV—

I knew it. This had been all going too well. Charlie, Renee, all of the rest of the Cullen’s. And it’s not like I didn’t expect this. Didn’t deserve it.

Emmett POV—

Her soft voice killed me. And for once I was speechless.

“I—Don’t—kn—know why…But Rose honey, come on. It’s not as bad as it seems. You can still look after this baby… and you won’t have to go through all of the stretch marks.” That seemed like to wrong thing to say. She broke out in a new round of dry sobbing, and through the deep, un-needed breathes, she rasped;

“But that’s what babies are a-a-bout! The late nights, the early mornings… Everything you give it….”

“But babe, it is about what you give it. And you can give this baby love, and you can give Bella support. Please, just try...for me?? I was grabbing at straws here, and I didn’t know what to expect. But of course my Rose surprised me and said:

“I guess I’ll try…for you. But you’re replacing that snapped top”

“I’d buy you a million.”

With a sly smile on her face she started to run back. And I knew I was forgiven.

OK so this was my worst chapter. Please review and tell me how to make it better, because it IS becoming more unrealistic. I thought I could try to show a softer side of Rose, but she almost seems bipolar