My phone rang. At first I tried to ignore it, tightening my arms around the love of my existence, Emmett Cullen. The ringing of the phone became more menacing and urgent as it continued to beckon for me to answer it. I released my lips from Emmett's long enough to look down and check the name of who I was going to kill as soon as I got my hands around their neck for interrupting me. I gasped and scowled at whose name was on the caller ID. I quickly got up and went to the closet pulling one of the straps of my light pink camisole back to my shoulder. Emmett and I were kind of preoccupied. I didn't have time for stupid calls from Edward. I was tempted to just hang up on him as soon as I answered.

"Rosalie?" Emmett asked in his perfect angel's voice, following close behind me. I whirled around to face him. He was absolutely glorious. After all these years I never got used to his beauty. His gorgeous face, deep golden eyes, and ten thousand watt wide smile with sweet dimples on his cheeks. The smile that was the only thing that could make Rosalie Lillian Hale weak at the knees. Oh that smile… He towered above me at least by a foot give or take a few inches. He wrapped his arms around my small frame stroking his fingertips up and down my arms. His body was perfectly sculpted. Like a Greek god or an angel or something. At this moment, his shirt was on the floor and he was in just his boxers. I was of course melting. I guess you could say Emmett was my weak spot.

I snapped open the phone and Emmett brushed my golden curls out of the way as I pressed the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I answered still confused. I wonder if Bella could hear the shock in my voice.

"Rosalie?" She whispered frantically. My stomach tied in a knot. Her voice sounded so frightened. Something was truly wrong.

"Rose? What's the matter?" Emmett asked.

"It's Bella?" I answered him more like a question. I was still confused of why she was calling me. Me of all people?! Why not Alice? They were like best friends now. Ohhh yes… Honeymoon with Edward. Almost forgot. She just probably needed some you know… advice. After all Emmett and I did have the reputation as being the most… physical… I guess you could say… of all the Cullens. Most people saw our relationship as shallow because we were always touching, hugging, kissing. Emmett and I were always within inches of each other. That idea of shallowness could be supported by my own shallow nature. But it wasn't that we were just simply physical people. A delicate touch or a sweet kiss from Emmett meant more to me than a romantic Shakespearean poem like the ones Edward recites to Bella almost every waking moment of every day. Emmett's touch made my icy heart melt and burst with joy. But more importantly than our own pleasure, it was just the way we communicated. When he would brush my cheek it meant I love you more than anything. When I would lace my fingers through his and lie my head on his shoulder. That meant I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to be held. He would wind his arms around me and lay his cheek on my head saying, 'I want you to be happy more than anything and I will do anything for you. I'd give you the world.'

Emmett tilted my chin up to look him in the eyes. He smiled and kissed me once gently. I half smiled. I couldn't resist when he smiled at me like that and completely destroyed my train of thought by kissing me. "It's Bella. Please. You have to help me." Bella begged. I gulped loudly. Had Edward already changed her? Was she a vampire? Did she already throw the life I so desperately wanted away? Did she want to turn back now? There was only one way to find out.