My second Twilight fic. It's a oneshot, or a compilation of 9 drabble, however you like to see it. It follows one single plot, and it takes place before the events of the 1st book, so it shouldn't be confusing. And I'll post a little something as an extra, but it's still a oneshot.
Che... I hope you like it! :)
Note: Thanks to my adored beta! Merrin!
"The Subtle Art of Sharing"
The moment Rosalie lands eyes on his persona, her thoughts follow the next sequence:
First she wants to pull that bear off him —which she does— and finish its job; then she looks at his face, and all she sees is Henry, and she finds herself wanting this man to be with her forever, badly.
Soon, she's running through the forest, praying for Carlisle to be home; he's this man's, her Henry, last hope.
The moment Rosalie decides his fate, it's for herself, not him. She's selfish, but that's okay. Because to her, life's not about sharing, it's about taking.
It is a long time before Rosalie even thinks of… sharing.
The thought is unexpected, and it passes quickly, but not enough for her to ignore it immediately. She dwells on it longer than necessary; that traitorous thought of sharing her past with Emmett.
(She has been thinking about him a lot lately.)
However, she doesn't know how to share anymore; it's been years since she last did, and she doesn't want to start doing it again either. Sharing is just not part of her now.
Sometimes Rosalie wants to tell him everything, but she's not ready yet. She's afraid.
The day she decides to tell Emmett about her past, she's out of control.
Rosalie never had problems choosing what information she should share with other people before.
That day, however, she doesn't get to choose, and she ends up spilling out everything, from the most vague things to all the gory details of her death. It's like opening a floodgate, one that she doesn't know how to close again.
Emmett is furious, but mostly heartbroken and sorry, for not being there to protect her.
Realization hits her hard and fast. "I want to share my life with you, Emmett."
It takes three words to put her world upside down again.
Only three words, a proposal, and a wedding.
And Rosalie's as happy as she would ever be. She's nervous, though; never before has she given something willingly. But, then again, marriage is not about giving, nor taking; it's about sharing.
Emmett, she realizes, has everything she ever wanted in a man, inside and out. He's her perfect man, her big teddy bear, and she loves him.
It takes three words to put her world upside down again, but it only takes Emmett to make it spin around without control.
The first five years after his proposal are full of love and sweetness and gentleness it's almost sickening.
Emmett is so tender and delicate with her, and she loves him even more for it because, without knowing it, that's exactly what she wants of him, what she needs.
Edward jokes about her monopolizing Emmett and being overly possessive. Rosalie brushes him off, but she knows his words are true. It doesn't matter, though; Emmett's her husband, and she only behaves like that because she wants to share every second of her life with him, and forever doesn't seem long enough.
It takes another ten years and a long talk with Esme for her to acknowledge that she'd been possessive and selfish whenever it came to Emmett.
"Sharing," Esme says, "it's not only between you and Emmett, but also the whole family."
And Rosalie has to agree, albeit hesitantly, to share Emmett with the family. It's harder than she thought it would be, though.
Emmett laughs at her antics and hugs her and kisses her, whispering reassurances in her ear.
"Don't be upset, Rosie," he says, "We have forever to be together."
His happiness is contagious, and she smiles in response.
Sharing Emmett with the family is never easy, but she tries and eventually succeeds.
It never gets any easier either. But with school, her shopping trips with Alice and her hobby, she manages.
It's funny, because she really hasn't changed; she's still selfish and possessive, only it's not just Emmett now, it her whole family. Although, Rosalie doesn't care; she's never been good at sharing what's hers.
She is happy with her life, and she wouldn't change it for anything in the world.
Even if that means having to fight with a SNES for Emmett's attention from now on.
Rosalie storms towards her husband with a determinate look on her face.
(This, she didn't agree to.)
In her rage-blinded state, she ignores Emmett's uncomfortable demeanor.
(This, she would not tolerate.)
That girl signed her death sentence by flirting with her husband.
(Emmett. Was. HERS!)
Plastering a sweet smile, Rosalie steps in front of Emmett, grabbing his neck and pulling him down for a short, but passionate kiss. "I'll wait for you in the car," she says and waltzes away without further ado.
Emmett stutters a quick "Gotta go," and she hears him coming after her. She smiles in triumph.
His smile becomes more and more amused as he listens to her rant. He doesn't like to upset her, but he has to admit she looks hot when she's so incensed.
"You are mine! And. I. Don't. Like. To. SHARE‼"
She's about to lash out on him for laughing, but Emmett silences her with a tender kiss. He lingers on her lips longer than necessary, if only to show everybody she's all his.
"I love you," he says and kisses her again, "Only you."
Rosalie hides her face in his broad chest and hugs him tightly. "I love you, too."
Sooooo.... how was it? Did you like it? yes, no? :) Yeah, reviews are always welcomed, so please let me know if I'm doing the right thing here...
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