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.
7. Chapter 7
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Esme sighed. “I’m sorry, Edward. Would you force her to do something she would hate you for? Bella is very forgiving, but there are some things that you cannot forgive.” There was a pause as Esme let that sink in, and then she continued. “Remember when I first joined with you and Carlisle? Do you remember who I spent most of my time thinking of?”
“I remember,” Edward answered, sounded defeated. “But he wasn’t killing you.”
Rosalie looked back at Bella as she sat on the couch, humming and stroking her stomach. Esme was speaking of her son. Once, she had looked like Bella. Except healthier, but even then… Rosalie saw the way Esme’s hand found its way to her own stomach when she watched Bella. It was hard to stay, but harder to leave. Rosalie understood exactly how that felt. She couldn’t imagine having a child only to lose him.
Rosalie stroked Bella’s hair absently as she listened.
“His loss did kill me, Edward, and I have never forgotten that. I jumped off of a cliff because I would rather have died than lived in a world without him.”
“That was when you were alone, before Carlisle, Esme. Does he really mean that little to you?”
Rosalie hissed, sudden anger boiling in her. Edward, that was cruel and unnecessary. Esme has never done anything to deserve that. You apologize, or so help me, you aren’t even coming into the same room as Bella.
“I’m sorry, Esme, that was uncalled for.”
“You’re worried. It’s understandable. Do you still want an answer?”
Rosalie listened even more closely. Why was Esme treating him so gently? Edward didn’t answer, but he must have nodded, because Esme continued.
“This is my new life, Edward. My human life gave me my child. This life gave me Carlisle. This life gave you and Alice and Jasper and Emmett and Rose to me. But no matter how much I care about you, all of you, no matter how much I need and love Carlisle, it doesn’t erase the pain of losing a child.”
“And the pain of losing your mate?” Edward asked, his voice low and dangerous. “The pain of watching her wither away in front of you, knowing you can help her, and doing nothing? You can see, already, what this is costing her.”
Esme’s voice turned sharp. “Don’t ask me again, Edward. I won’t change my mind. Now go and be with Bella- she needs you right now, regardless of your opinion on her choices.”
“I don’t think Rosalie will let me,” Edward whispered.
“She will,” Esme answered confidently. “Even she can’t keep Bella away from what she wants, and as much as Bella wants this child, she doesn’t want to be away from you, either.”
Edward came into the living room. Rosalie eyed him carefully. She didn’t trust him around Bella, not now, not while he would do anything to keep her alive and safe. He was not himself. He could not be trusted.
He knelt at Bella’s side, partly to show Rosalie he didn’t mean anything, and partly to be close to his wife. His humorless smile confirmed Rosalie’s thoughts. He knew that she thought he was dangerous, and he wasn’t denying it. Edward turned to Bella, grasping her hand gently and holding it against his face. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just can’t lose you. Not again. Not forever.”
“I know. I won’t leave you, Edward. I’ll make it through this. You won’t lose me, not now, not forever. I promise.”
He leaned up next to Bella’s face and Rosalie hissed. He was too close. He turned his gaze to Rosalie, never leaving as he pressed his lips to Bella’s forehead.
Bella’s face suddenly soured, and she whispered, “Bowl.”
Edward immediately ran to the kitchen and back with one of Esme’s metal bowls. “Here,” he said, and set it in front of Bella, who lurched forward towards it.
Rosalie pulled Bella’s hair away from her face just before Bella threw up into the bowl. Edward was right by her, reaching for Bella’s hair. Rosalie turned to stare at him.
Edward froze, his hands halfway to Bella’s head. He looked up at Rosalie, slowly, a new realization dawning on him, and pulled his hands away. This was no longer his place. Bella was no longer his responsibility. She was Rosalie’s responsibility.
I’m sorry, Rosalie thought. But she didn’t know what she was sorry for. Edward just nodded, not meeting her gaze. Rosalie took the bowl back from Bella, who looked up at her and smiled apologetically, completely unaware of the new tension that had entered the room.