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Rosalie's actions in Breaking Dawn are considered atrocious by some. But how would they react if they truly understood her motives? This is Rosalie's chance to tell her story. Warning: while the first two chapters can stand on their own, without spoilers, the rest of the fic will have major Breaking Dawn Spoilers.

Story Notes:Disclaimer: I don’t own Twilight, Rosalie, Bella, Emmett, or really anything except some of the cool phrasing that I might steal for my own use someday… Nah. Stephenie Meyer owns it all.

4. Chapter 4

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Chapter Four

Rosalie had just finished hunting when her cell phone rang. It was probably Emmett wondering when she would be back home. Emmett, Jasper and Alice were most likely all preparing the house for Edward and Bella’s return, including packing all of their earthly belongings if changing her should prove necessary. Rosalie didn’t want to face that quite yet. She didn’t want to think about the murder about to occur in their own home, or to look the rest of her family in the eyes afterwards. She didn’t want to think of how the human was turning her world upside down.

It was harder to forgive Bella than it should have been. No matter how many times Emmett told her that Bella was her own person, and that her choices were what were best for her, Rosalie could not see how she could give up something so precious. It was like Bella was purposefully doing this to spite her, and Rosalie resented her even more for it.

The phone buzzed a second time, interrupting her thoughts, and she flipped the phone open. Edward. Why would Edward be calling her? There was no conceivable reason for him to call. He didn’t need to speak to her about Bella. There was nothing more that Rosalie could do about it, and remorse was not helpful at this point. Rosalie became angry. It was easier to be angry than it was to be anything else, and the feeling was a relief.

Rosalie was reluctant to enter into phone conversations with Edward now, ever since her last ill-fated call had nearly destroyed their family. Any phone conversations since then had been awkward and unpleasant, as both were reminded of a time that neither wanted to think about. He’d never really forgiven her for it. Bella, he forgave. Bella, who flew off into Volterra to save him, who had risked Alice’s life in the process. He had even forgiven Alice for coming after him, and Bella had risked Alice and Jasper on a chance… But forgive her? No. Rosalie knew what it was like to live in denial. All she had wanted was for Edward to stop living the same way. If it weren’t for her, Bella and Edward would never have reunited. Bella would never be pregnant, either… Maybe that was why he refused to forgive her.

Rosalie and Edward didn’t say much to each other if they could help it. Which meant that whatever he was calling about was important. Rosalie sighed, and answered before the phone buzzed a third time.


“Rosalie?” a tremulous female voice whispered. “It’s Bella. You have to help me.”

Rosalie was shocked. Bella? Bella, not Edward, wanted her help? What the hell could Bella possibly want of Rosalie? She’d already made her decision.

“What do you want?” Rosalie asked, her voice sharp and bitter. Bella had no right to Rosalie’s respect.

“I guess you’ve heard about my… condition.” Bella was hesitant. She never was strong enough to stand up to Rosalie.

“Yeah, I heard. What do you want?” There was no forgiveness, no redemption in her tone. Bella didn’t deserve it. Bella was going to kill her own baby. Murderer.

“Rosalie, I don’t have much time, so please hear me out.” Rosalie was silent. That was all she could do to assent, because the words threatening to come out of her mouth were most certainly not agreement.

“I want this baby. I want to keep this child. Edward thinks that it will kill me- he won’t let me keep him. I need your help to keep him alive.”

Rosalie suddenly felt very weak. Everything she had thought was wrong. Bella wanted this child? It was Edward’s decision? The explanation made sense. If Edward thought Bella was in danger, Edward would do anything to keep her safe, even if it meant doing something Bella didn’t like. Bella had never been a liar. This was the truth.

“We’re flying back tonight, and then Carlisle is going to…” Bella swallowed. “He’s going to kill him. He’s going to kill my baby.” She was getting slightly louder now, more hysterical. “Rosalie, you have to help me. I can’t lose this baby. I can’t let him die. Stop them. Please.”

How can you be so sure that this is what you want? The question was just sitting on Rosalie’s lips, waiting to be spoken, but they wouldn’t come. Something had changed in Bella, something Rosalie wished she could understand. Bella had changed. This child, this pregnancy, had caused her to see things differently. Rosalie would never be able to understand, because Rosalie was never going to be in Bella’s position. She would never know that change.

It only took a moment for Rosalie to process everything, what Bella was truly asking of her. Carlisle was going to abort the baby, without Bella’s permission? No, he couldn’t. That child had a life, a life that any mother would kill to protect. Poor Bella, in her weak human state, couldn’t stop them. But Rosalie could. Rosalie could stop Carlisle and Edward from murdering a child, a child that Bella had asked for help with. The danger to Bella had to be strong for Edward to assume she didn’t want it. Bella might lose her life. Did she understand the sacrifice? Was she prepared for that possibility?

Whether or not Bella was prepared didn’t matter. Bella had made her choice. Now it was time for Rosalie to make hers. And Rosalie was willing to sacrifice anything for this child.

The realization was staggering. Rosalie would protect this child with her life. He or she was her last chance to be a mother. No matter what became of Bella, Rosalie would always be there. Not even Carlisle could rob her of that.

“I won’t let them do anything, Bella, I promise,” she answered. Her voice was fierce with the desperate need to protect this child.

Bella heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

Rosalie simply clicked the phone shut. She didn’t need gratitude. She needed to be alone. She needed to be able to be jealous, and wallow in self-pity before she went back to the others. Rosalie had to make sure no one suspected her plans. This was too important.

She could drive Emmett, herself, and Bella. Getting Bella away from Edward was going to be tricky, but she would probably be willing to help. Emmett would be on their side- Rosalie could explain it to him on the drive to SeaTac. Maybe even Esme could join them, but Rosalie couldn’t be sure of anyone else. Alice had never desired children, never understood why Esme had been willing to throw herself from a cliff after losing her child, or why Rosalie couldn’t say goodbye to her dreams. Jasper would take Alice’s side, and with his power, he was dangerous to have around.

Carlisle… Carlisle had already made his choices.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting a wordless cry escape her mouth, emptying her lungs into the air with her sorrow. Just because she made a promise did not mean she could not grieve over her own unborn children. The images in The Book flashed through her mind, and Rosalie flung them away. Never would they exist, and Bella’s news was the cruelest way for reality to intrude. Petty jealousy was no longer an option; it would drive Rosalie away from doing what she needed to do. This was more than jealousy, now. This was desperation.