Sisters, At Last
Rosalie and Edward have never had an easy relationship. It was worse for her and Bella. But when Bella finds out she's pregnant, Rosalie is the one she calls for the support she needs. Who would've known that it would be Bella getting what Rosalie always wanted that would bring them together...as sisters. Starts right after Bella calls Rosalie and asks for her help on the last page in the first book of Breaking Dawn.
So, this is just an idea I had. I know a lot of people don't like Rosalie because of her attitude, but some people like her a little better after Breaking Dawn. I've always liked Rosalie, even in Twilight. I just she's looking out for her family. And you have to feel a little sorry for her: She wants so bad to be human and to have had children of her own. I don't know. I like her. So, ponder that and enjoy!
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“What’s the problem, Bella?” Rosalie asked, her voice having a slight concerned edge to it.
I was worried, too. What if she wouldn’t help me or support me? What if she wanted nothing to do with me now that I was getting what she always wanted? I knew Rosalie could easily choose that alternative. But I had to try, and fast. For all I knew, Edward would be back any second. What would he do if he caught me on the phone-and with Rosalie of all people? At that, I had to hold my stomach again, wishing I didn’t have to worry about getting caught in the act of confiding in my own sister.
“I-I don’t know for sure. I don’t have much time, Rosalie, but I’m sure you’ve been told that I’m pregnant.”
“Yes, I have,” She said quickly. “Is there some kind of problem? You sound scared to death.”
“Edward is furious. He’s running around here going crazy.”
“Why?” She asked, now angry.
“I think he’s angry at himself. This was very unexpected and he thinks I’m in danger and this all should be put to a stop.”
I talked as if I couldn’t believe the words, as if I was trying to convince Rosalie that they just weren’t true. I only wished Edward wasn’t being like this.
“Bella, listen to me. I know you’re worried about him catching you on the phone,” Rosalie talked in a calming voice now, which actually was working, her having the voice of an angel. “So, I’ll be there when we meet the two of you at the airport, and you and I can go somewhere and talk. Don’t worry about anything, alright?”
“Thank you, Rosalie.” I whispered, my voice thick.
“You’re welcome, Bella.” She said.
I immediately set the phone where it was, not even wanting to be seen with it in my hand. I turned and closed my eyes in relief. Rosalie would help me.
“Bella? Are you all right?”
My eyes flew open, but Edward was already at my side with his arms around me.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I said much too quickly to pass as calm. I assumed he hadn’t me on the phone with Rosalie. I wondered how he would react if he found out the things I’d said to her and her agreeing to help.
“Are you ready to go?” He asked, the words coming out like velvet.
There was another nudge inside of me then, as if to answer for me. I was already used to this feeling, the feeling of the baby moving. It was like a reassurance; my oxygen was still here. I could breath.
I nodded, fearing I would lose it if I said too much. As he started toward the door, I looked around me, not wanting to leave, not really. I didn’t want to leave the very best weeks of my life behind me.
Edward must’ve caught some of my distress. “Don’t worry, love, everything of yours is packed. You’re not forgetting anything.”
I sighed. Though he was trying to reassure me, he didn’t understand. His arm went tighter around my waist as he pulled me with him out of the house, consequently leaving Isle Esme.
When we first sat down on the longest of the two flights, I immediately noticed how hot it was, so I pulled my hair back into a pony tail.
“Are you warm?” Edward asked me.
“Yes, and a little hungry.”
Because I’d tended to get sick the past couple of days after eating something, he wasn’t sure how much my stomach could handle. So he got out for me bottled water and some crackers.
I let my mind wander as I rested against Edward, my head on his shoulder. I would be completely drawn out of my daze whenever I felt a nudge, which was every short while. I wanted so badly to reach over, take Edward’s hand and place it on my abdomen. Fantasies swirled in my head; Edward smiling his exultant smile at me while caressing my stomach, moving down to kiss the skin there…
But no, it was not like that. That’s how it was supposed be, not this. Then I remembered something I’d said to Alice a few weeks ago, scoffing about how Edward and I weren’t your average, traditional couple. She’d laughed and agreed with the statement. Despite that, in many ways Edward and I were like a normal, every day couple. We held hands when we walked down the street, or his arm would be slung carefree around my shoulders so he could easily pull me close to kiss me in front of all those who passed by. We joked and teased and played with each other. I loved his family with all my heart and the sister he was closest to was one of my best friends. I fell asleep in his arms every night. And to me, there was no better thing in the world then to have his arms around me, kissing me until I couldn’t see straight. Surely, these were the things that were associated with every day, normal couples, right? Things that Edward and I did all the time. So, if we did all those normal, traditional things, why was he being like this now, when we’d just found out we were going to have a child? A normal couple would be ecstatic. It was true; I wanted and needed this child. I was carrying Edward’s son, how could I not be ecstatic?
The sound of Bella’s breathing was all I heard as she slept against me. She’d only been sleeping for a short while, it having been almost an hour since we got on the plane. I was glad she was sleeping peacefully against my cold body. Normally, I would be worried she would get too cold and it would wake her, but I knew how warm she was. So it was a comfort to have her against me. My coldness helping her physical comfort was about the only thing comforting me now.
I would watch her as she looked out the window, she having the aisle seat. She seemed so…calm. But this didn’t surprise me. Bella wouldn’t want it to show on the outside that she was frightened on the inside. She must be frightened though. And angry. We hadn’t spoken much since we gotten on board but when she did speak I noticed that she seem angry at all. The way her voice sounded was calm. And I as I watched her, Bella seemed at ease and…thoughtful. I could only imagine what must be going through her head.
She must be angry with me. No amount of words could describe the anger I felt for myself. This was all my fault. I didn’t know what I felt more of: Anger or shock. The shock hadn’t diminished whatsoever since Bella and I were seated on the bathroom floor, both of us realizing that she was indeed pregnant. Carlisle only confirmed after having Bella tell him her symptoms that he thought she was pregnant, too.
I listened to Bella’s quiet, gentle breathing again. How I loved to hear her breathing and especially her heartbeat. That sound had always somehow been a comfort to me. Even now. I panicked though when the plane hit a rough spot of air and it got extremely bumpy. Bella jolted awake and held her stomach.
“Bella, it’s alright. It will be over soon,” I said, but I doubted she was listening.
Bella tipped her head back and had her eyes closed, and I assumed she was trying not to get sick. Everything was still shaking as I took her hand in mine and caressed her face with other, pushing her hair back, trying to take her mind of the violent turbulence.
It was over momentarily and Bella exhaled and took a couple of deep breaths. I realized that she had been holding her breath.
“It’s over,” I breathed as I pulled her close to me, and she nodded. “Are you alright though? Did it upset your stomach?”
“No, I’m alright, I think. If I get sick, you’ll be the first to know. Or maybe the person across the aisle will be, I don’t know.”
Typical Bella, trying to make a joke out of everything. It was quiet between us after that, Bella falling asleep again, this time in my arms.
We walked quickly through the airport in Seattle, Edward holding me close to his side. I wasn’t that tired, partially because I’d slept some on the plane, but mostly I was eager to find Rosalie. And I knew that the whole family would be here.
“What time is it?” I asked Edward, my tone a little too impatient.
“A little after four. Bella, you must be tired, why are you,” He cut off abruptly.
I was confused at first, but then I looked and saw his family walking toward us. They were all walking at a pace most humans would regard as “quick walking,” but Rosalie was walking just a little bit faster.
Edward grabbed hold of my arm. “Bella,” He gasped, “Rosalie says,”
“I know,” I said, looking into his eyes. “Edward, I need to talk to her.”
“Bella,” Rosalie called, and I shot Edward a pleading glance as I walked toward her.
Then I was in Rosalie’s arms, and everyone was around us. I got hugs from everyone, with Esme smoothing my hair and Alice giving me a kiss on the cheek. Rosalie then looked past me, to Edward, as if to warn him and plead with him too, though her eyes almost looked to angry to be pleading. Then she turned back to me and took my hands in hers.
“Come on, come with me to the bathroom,” Rosalie said, reassuring me with her eyes, silently promising me that this would indeed be private. I smiled a little and nodded, and her cold hand grasped mine and she led me to away to be alone.
When we got to the women’s bathroom, I found that there was no one else in there. Not surprising at four o’ clock in the morning.
“What has Edward said to you, Bella?” Rosalie asked, her and I facing each other in front of the mirrors.
“Not much, really. We didn’t talk a whole lot on the plane, but before that he just said that this would all be over with soon and that I didn’t have to worry.”
“You don’t have to worry, Bella. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you or the baby.”
I turned slowly, gripping the counter and leaning against it.
“It’s funny,” I said, Rosalie moving to stand next to me, still facing me. “I never really pictured myself being a mother. I’d wanted something else, an older sibling. That’s what I wanted. But now,” I paused, my hand went to the visible bump, “I understand it. I want this baby more than anything in the world. I understand you so much better now, Rosalie. And Esme, too.”
It was quiet for a moment between us, but then her arm went around my shoulders and her head was against mine.
“It’s a wonderful feeling, isn’t it?” Rosalie asked, although I knew that she already knew the joys a baby could bring. Not because she’d experienced it herself, but witnessed it herself, when she was human.
I sighed. I wanted to share this feeling with Edward, my husband. While still lightly grasping my shoulders, she turned me to face her. She smiled a little and looked down as her hands went to touch my waist.
“You’re already showing.”
“Yes,” I said, my hand going to my stomach. “It happened literally over night. That’s one of the things that has Edward worried; Everything is happening so fast.” I explained.
“Well, you’ll be well taken care of, and so will the baby.”
“Thank you.” I whispered, and Rosalie nodded.
When we got home, all I wanted to do was sleep. So Edward and I went upstairs to what was now our room and I fell asleep almost right after I laid down and he started to sing my lullaby in my ear.
My eyes closed as Rosalie brushed my hair. It was the next night, and I had just gotten out of the shower. I sat on the floor in front of her. Having her brush my hair was actually quite relaxing, which I think she knew because she’d been brushing my wet hair for some time now. I was pretty comfortable over all, partially because of Rosalie’s gentle brushing, and partially because I was in a pair of my pajama shorts and one of Edward’s plain, grey t-shirts. My hands rested on my stomach, the bump having gotten a little bigger.
“Would you like me to French braid your hair, Bella?” Rosalie asked, now running her fingers through it.
“Sure. I never learned how to do it myself.”
“It just takes practice. It’s something anyone can be good at after practice.”
I smiled, surprised at how easy it was to talk about trivial, little things with Rosalie. I enjoyed our conversations. It’s like we really were sisters, talking about hair, French braiding. I was glad for her company, to have someone that understood.
“There,” Rosalie said shortly after she had started. “All done.”
I lifted my hand and ran it over the braid, knowing that I would only have to look to see that it turned out perfect.
“Thank you, Rose.” I said, and smiled up at her.
She smiled back, effortlessly it seemed. In a way, I was glad to see it, finally. She smiled at me like I was…her sister. I looked into the golden eyes of my sister and felt the warmth and understanding that had taken so long to surface, coming like a wave, a cool, refreshing wave.