Disclaimer: Ego non operor usus Crepusculum. I have not taken official Latin lessons and am merely using an online translator, but, to all of you Latin scholars, please forgive me for butchering the language. And to all of you non-scholars of Latin – I'm pretty sure, based on all of the other disclaimers on every single other fanfiction on this site, you know what I'm talking about. If not – translate it yourself. XD Sorry if I'm acting bitchy. It's the middle of the night and I can't sleep…

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

Rosalie POV

Our family was currently in Biloxi, Mississippi. It was a rather storm year right now, so we had no worries about us being caught in the sunlight. It was the year 1987 – November, to be precise. I lived with my family… my very vampiric family. It consisted of me, of course, my "parents", Carlisle and Esme, my husband, Emmett, and my brothers, Edward and Jasper.

Jasper was the newest addition to our family. We had found him roaming around Canada somewhere back in the 1940s. He had been a nomad and a human drinker. But he was an empath, which caused him depression when he felt all of his victims' emotions. So he was easily convinced to join our lifestyle once he met us. Now he's just as much a part of the family as anyone else – though I would never admit that out loud, of course.

Emmett, Edward, Carlisle, and Jasper had gone out hunting earlier for a boys' night out. So now Esme and I were hanging around town for a girls' night out. The rain had started up again, and it looked like a pretty heavy storm was about to happen. It was around eleven o'clock at night. Esme and I decided to head on home now.

I was driving the car when I heard it – the sound of a baby's cry. I had always wanted a family of my own, ever since I could remember. But then Royce changed all of that. I was turned into a vampire, who couldn't have children. I suppose that it would be a reasonable explanation as to my next action. I quickly pulled the car off to the side of the road and got out into the rain.

"Rosalie, what are you doing?" Esme asked me concernedly, getting out of the car. I was standing absolutely still, sniffing the air. There was a scent of chocolate and vanilla coming from the forest. I quickly followed it, with Esme hurrying along behind me.

The baby cried out again. Esme's eyes lit up with understanding as she sped up. She had also wanted children, too. But when she lost her baby, she tried to kill herself. Carlisle found her and changed her. The four of us – Emmett, Edward, Jasper, and I – substituted as her children. She understood my longing for a baby of my own, to care for and to love.

It was beginning to flood now. These Mississippi storms sure can get real down and heavy. I turned my head around and stared at a log. That was where the scent and cries were originating from. I hurriedly knelt down and peered inside.

There was a bundle of blankets inside the hollow of the log, while something moved around inside of it. I reached in and gently took the bundle out. Esme crouched down next to me and gasped when I shifted the pink blanket a little bit.

There was a gorgeous little baby girl. She was so tiny that she could probably have fit in the palm of Emmett's hand. Her hair was short and black, and her skin was rather pale, though of course not as much as ours. She looked to be about six months old, so that would mean that she was born somewhere around May.

She was fussing. I made "shh" noises while Esme cooed at her. The baby blinked open her beautiful sky blue eyes. Her tiny little hand reached out and tugged on my golden hair while a lovely smile broke out onto her face as she looked between Esme and me.

"She's beautiful," Esme cooed.

"I know," I sighed back. "We are definitely keeping her."

"Yes, we are." And I knew that the both of us had been taken under this adorable little baby girl's spell already, without her even trying. Then Esme paused in thought. "But what will the boys think?"

"I couldn't care less about what they think," I shot back. "We are keeping her. Or are we just going to be leaving her in this moldy log, risking letting her drown?"

Esme sighed. "Yes, of course we'll keep her." She checked her watch. "Oh, I think that we should get home now. And we'll need to buy some supplies for – hmm… what's her name going to be?"

I pondered this for a moment. "Oh, we can decide on that later. But for now, we really should be going so that poor little Baby Girl here won't get pneumonia or something."

We got up onto our feet and hurried back to my car. I unwillingly handed Baby Girl to Esme while I got into the driver's seat and sped off. But, what with my being a vampire, I could still drive, even though it was raining, and coo at Baby Girl at the same time. Her giggles were high pitched, but not an annoyingly high pitch like some of the human girls at school faked. Baby Girl's giggles were angelic and mesmerizing.

As soon as I pulled up the driveway, Esme and I ran out of the car and into the house. We gently set Baby Girl down on the couch and then proceeded to stare at her. She stared back at us, sucking on her thumb.

Esme slapped her forehead. "We are such idiots! We have to get her out of those clothes. They're still damp. She could get sick!"

I gasped and rushed forward to grab Baby Girl. Then I stopped. "Um… what do we dress her up in?" All of the stores were closed by now.

This would be a problem.

Esme thought about it for a bit. Then she smiled and raced upstairs. She came back down with one of Carlisle's old T-shirts. Picking up scissors, she began to work. A few seconds later, with some snips and snaps, she had a cute, homey little dress on Baby Girl, who smiled and petted her clothes gently. She was going to be a fashionista one day, for sure.

Then we heard another car pulling up, and four rowdy voices chatting cheerfully as they came towards the house.


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