Chapter One: Penny for Your Thoughts

As I lie on the couch with my husband, I realized, once again, that there was something missing. Emmett was my husband's name, and I loved him more than anything. I sighed to myself and sank lower in his strong arms. His eyes were locked on the television, watching a football game. He muttered something under his breath, but I wasn't paying close enough attention to know what he said. My cell phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it. Emmett must have felt it too, since he shifted his position and drew his attention to me instead of the game.

"Are you gonna answer that?" he asked. I shook my head and looked away. I starred at the soft blanket covering us and imagined a little boy sitting under it. After a few seconds, I changed the little boy to a girl. I had always wanted a baby girl, but my dreams didn't matter anymore. No immortal could have children. That was one of the down sides of being a vampire. Before I could notice, Emmett was gawking at me curiously.

"Rosalie, are you okay? What were you doing?" he sounded concerned. I smiled, slightly and then answered him.

"I'm fine. I was just daydreaming." I answered with a fake smile. He frowned at me, seeing right through the smile. I began getting up from the couch, but Emmett pulled me back down. He was by far the strongest of my family. He released my arm and looked into my eyes.

"What's wrong, Rose? I don't like seeing you like this." he said.

"Like what? Nothing's wrong with me." I stroked his hand and he smiled at me. He was so easy to fool, almost too easy. I got up from the couch and went upstairs, into my bedroom. 

If only Emmett could feel the hole that I do. If only he could know how much I want a child of my own. When I heard the rest of my family walk in the front door, I stopped my thoughts, knowing Edward would hear. I hated his power, mind reading. I wish no one could hear my secrets. I wanted nothing more than a child, everyone knew that, except no one but Edward knew that I thought of it all the time. I remained inside of my room alone, until I heard a small knock on the door.

"Yes?" I said, knowing who it was. The door creaked open and my niece, Renesmee, peeked in. I smiled at her and she returned the gesture.

"Am I interrupting anything?" she asked, innocently. I shook my head and motioned for her to sit next to me on my bed. She leaped on and hugged me.

"How was your hunting trip with the family?" Trying to make small-talk with my niece was just sad.

"It was fun. Jacob came with us and he helped me catch an elk." She sounded very proud of herself. Renesmee had the appearance and mentality of a twelve year old.

"Aunt Rose, what's wrong?" she questioned. Her eyes were sad, and I realized I was upsetting her in some way. My beat-less heart began to ache. It killed me to hurt her, since she was like a daughter to me.

"Nothing's wrong with me. Did your uncle Emmett tell you to ask that?" Renesmee giggled and shook her head. "He's just worried about nothing. There's just been a lot on my mind." She cocked her head to the side.

"What's on your mind?" Nessie asked a lot of questions these days. Renesmee's nickname was Nessie. I trusted her so I decided to come clean to someone, other than Edward.

"Ness, I want a baby." Suddenly I heard a loud bang come from downstairs. I knew it had to be Emmett, he heard me. I heard him come up the steps and slip into the bedroom. Nessie scurried back downstairs, not wanting to be a part of this conversation.

"Rosalie, you know…" Emmett stopped, he had said this too many times before. He worded it a little differently this time, "A baby wouldn't do well in this house." His words didn't make any sense to me. If I could cry, I would have been.

"Renesmee did just fine in this house. I know I can't have a child, but it doesn't mean I can't hope." I defended. He wasn't trying to hurt me, just trying to keep me from getting hurt, again.

"I just don't want you to go through all of this disappointment again." My eyes grew wide and I bit my lip. Life wasn't fair. No one knew it, but neither was immortality.

"Disappointment!" I screamed, "I'm not disappointed. I'm hurt, Emmett. You have no idea how badly it hurts, knowing you can't bring life into this world, especially when you really want to. It also hurts knowing that you don't have faith in miracles."

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