Emmett's POV

I stared deeply into Rosalie's honey eyes as dawn broke on the horizon. She was so stubborn; it drove me crazy but I also loved it about her. I told Rosalie I loved her… repeatedly I insisted I loved her but she refused to believe me. I never minded a challenge though, Rosalie as a prize was worth any effort. Come on, Rosalie, you know it's true-- I love you.

As the sun rose over the horizon her face changed from determined to confused, her forehead wrinkled up and her bottom lip stuck out in a delicious pout. Mmm what fantastic lips! Would she finally admit I loved her? I realized I was holding my breath. Breathe, Emmett, not because you have to but so she won't know you're going bananas.

I was waiting, waiting for her response. Would she believe me? What's worse, I worried she'd run from me again. Please don't be afraid…don't leave. I couldn't bear to loose you. I had no idea what I could do to make her stay. I might spend my entire life chasing after this beautiful woman and I'd do it gladly; I couldn't live without Rosalie. For now all I could do is stare at her and wait.

"You… love me?" Her eyes were wild with surprise.

That a girl; it's a start, now let's hope for the "Happily Ever After" ending where she doesn't end up running from me again. I squeezed her hands tightly, hoping it would be enough to keep her here with me.

"You love me," she repeated in astonishment. Golden rays of sunlight reflected on her wet hair, slowly making their way to her full, perfect mouth. Her mouth was out of this world! Her lips were plump as a ripe strawberry-- begging to be tasted.

"I really do," I answered, wrapping my arms tightly around her. I wanted to keep her close to me. I could feel the rise and fall of her breathing against my chest. Bending my head down to hers, I gently kissed her wet hair, and then rested my cheek atop her head. The rising sun turned the nearby river to gold.

She was afraid of love, it all made sense now. Her former fiancé was a monster-- her murderer. She was damaged…untrusting, which was why she was always running from me.

How could he hurt her? She was such a beautiful, fascinating woman. It was impossible for me to understand how anyone could deny her love. It made me so angry to think of anyone hurting her when all I wanted was to protect her, make her feel safe -- happy. I would have killed the nogoodnik if she hadn't already taken care of matters. It probably took a lot of guts for Rosalie to face her killer; she was a truly impressive woman.

She stayed, wrapped in my arms, until the sun warmed our skin, reflecting shards of light on the forest around us. She fit perfectly in my arms like two pieces of a puzzle meant to be together, her cheek resting against my strong chest. In the trees around us, birds sang a happy song, welcoming the new day. Slowly she pulled away to look me in the eyes. Sunlight sparkled on her perfect face. My angel. She was so beautiful; it took my breath away-- not that I needed to breathe anymore … but even as a human I knew she would always have my heart.

Cupping her jaw with my palm and resting my thumb on her cheek, I bent to kiss her perfect mouth. Gently I pressed my lips against hers…they felt smooth as a river stone against mine. She was everything to me. Pulling back I stared again into her honey eyes; her eyes were wide, she wore a look of wonder on her gorgeous face.

"Still surprised?" I chuckled. How anyone could not love her was beyond me.

She smiled in response. If my heart was still beating it would stop at this very moment. She was radiant; I had never seen a smile so gorgeous in my whole life. Reaching up on her toes, she pressed her ginchy mouth to mine kissing my bottom lip first before kissing my full mouth.

And there she stayed, wrapped in my arms. I could hardly believe this was real, she wanted to be with me… she wasn't on edge any more. I was so happy I laughed and, swinging her into my arms, spun around in circles, holding her tight to my chest. Laughing with me, she peppered my cheeks and lips with kisses. Her laughter was like wonderful music. I love seeing her happy.

"I have waited my whole life for you," she said, her honey eyes staring deep in mine. A small grin bent the corners of her lips. Casually, she twirled the hair at the base of my neck with her fingers. I could hardly believe my luck, Rosalie Hale was in my arms and she was smiling, laughing! Maybe this wasn't luck, maybe it was fate; this was, after all, where I belonged—with Rosalie in my arms.

I always knew, underneath her cold exterior, there was a softer side to Rosalie. There was a gentler, kinder, vulnerable side she never let anyone see. She kept her distance to protect herself; it must have been horrible to go through what she went through. And now, here with me, she was happy. My heart, like the river nearby, felt like it would overflow.

Cleansed by the rain, the forest had a heavy earthy smell to it. Rosalie's heavenly scent, strawberries and honeysuckle, mixed with the fresh smell of rain and earth. The smell of her, being here with this stubborn woman in my arms, everything was right – we fit. Being with Rosalie was like coming home, she made me feel complete. She was everything I ever wanted but never knew I needed – before now.

I needed Rosalie – loving her is part of who I became. For the first time, since Jeannette, I was truly, completely happy—not just on the surface. Happiness shot out from every inch of me like the golden sun rising into the sky.

I found my purpose in life-- to make her happy-- it's all I could ever want or need.

There was only one thing left to say – one thing I needed to make this moment complete.

Cupping her chin in my strong hand I raised her stunning face to meet my gaze; marveling at the gentle, vulnerable look in her gorgeous eyes.

"Rosalie," I dropped to my knees holding her hand in mine, "I couldn't live a single day without you. Please, make me the happiest man alive or dead; promise never to leave me again."

I searched her honey eyes for the answer, "Will you marry me?"

Rosalie dropped to her knees and taking my face in her pale slender hands pressed her beautiful plump lips to mine. I felt the earth move.

Rosalie's kiss was the only answer I needed. In this moment the most wonderful woman in all of heaven and earth surrendered her soul to me. My angel…was mine forever.

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The End

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NOTE: Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight Series from which this story is inspired and from which the characters and basic storyline for this composition have been derived.

Reference: Stephenie Meyer's Eclipse

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Your 1930's Slang Glossary

Ginchy – sexy

On edge - nervous

Lame-brain – A stupid or foolish person

Bananas – Crazy, insane

Out of this world – excellent, outstanding.

Nogoodnik – a bad or worthless person

Guts - courage

To my readers-

Sorry this took so long to get out. It was written up before the last chapter was posted. But I just wasn't sure about it. It seemed like fluff to me and I was worried that it wasn't true to Emmett's voice. I held onto it for weeks as is before sending it out to my first string readers- grammar goddess (Liebs) and my pal Writermom. I'm told it's still good entertainment so after much deliberation I've decided to tweak the ending and share it with you.

Thank you for all your patience and support. Having wrapped up Rosalie's story I will

endeavor to take on new projects.

-TTM

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I don't know what it is about Cold Play's Album "A Rush of Blood to the Head" but I keep hearing themes for Rosalie and Emmett in their songs. Here's one for Emmett and Rosalie this chapter. (Also 'She Is' by The Fray was another great inspiration).

By ColdPlay - Green Eyes

Honey you are a rock.

Upon which I stand.

And I come here to talk.

I hope you understand.

That green eyes, yeah the spotlight shines upon you.

And how could, anybody deny you?

I came here with a load and it feels so much lighter now I met you.

And honey you should know, that I could never go on without you.

Green eyes.

Honey you are the sea.

Upon which I flow.

And I came here to talk.

I think you should know.

That green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find.

And anyone tried to deny you must be out of their mind.

Because I came here with a load, and it feels so much lighter since I met you.

And honey you should know, that I could never go on without you.

Green eyes. Green eyes. Oh oh oh oh.

Honey you are a rock.

Upon which I stand.