As I walked down the hall of my house, I heard my baby brother Jasper crying. I saw my mother walking out of his nursery room, but he was still crying.
"Mom? Mom!" I called, but she never turned around. She just kept walking. I shook my head and walked into Jasper's room. My mother never bothers to take care of him, so I have to. I don't really mind, though. I just wish she would be a good mother for once. I don't understand how I survived with her. When I picked Jasper up he immediately stopped crying. For some reason, I always had that effect on him. When he giggled, I had to smile.
"We have a mean mommy, don't we, Jasper?" he giggled again, but a little quieter this time, as if he understood me. Maybe he did, but I'll never know.
"You're the best little brother ever", he smiled then and so did I. He yawned, so I put him back in his crib and watched him quietly fall back asleep.
*Five Years Later*
I was sitting in my apartment reading a fashion magazine when my long-time boyfriend since high school, Emmett, walked in the room.
"Hey, babe", he said and sat down next to me, kissing me once on the lips.
"Hi, Em", I said, smiling but still looking at my magazine.
"A magazine", I said, closing it and kissing him.
"Where's your little bro?"
"I'm not sure. I think he's upstairs playing with his legos or something"
"Hey, uh, can I ask you something?", I asked.
"Sure, what's up?"
"Well, do you mind Jasper living with us?"
"Rose, you asked me that five years ago when he first started living with us. I didn't mind then, and I don't mind now. You know I love him. Almost as much as I love you", he kissed me and I smiled.
"It's just that, well, I thought you might get sick of him after a while since we're both still so young. And Jasper is only five"
"Believe me Rose, I have no problem with Jasper living with us. I understand his situation and yours. I'm totally open. Always have been"
"Thanks Em, I can always count on you"
"You know it, babe", I smiled wider and kissed him. When we parted, we looked in front of us and there was little Jasper in his bear jacket.
"Speak of the devil", Emmett said jokingly.
"Hi, Emmy", Jasper said in his usual cute tone. After all, he is only five.
"Oh no, it's a bear!" Emmett yelled in fake fear.
"Where?!" Jasper yelled, obviously not knowing Emmett was talking about him.
"You're the bear, silly", I said, laughing.
"Ohhhh. Roar!" Emmett jumped up and hid behind the couch. Jasper, playing along with Emmett's antics, ran behind the couch. When Emmett saw him, he ran around the corner of the couch and grabbed my arm to hide behind me. Jasper came up to me and scratched my leg with the bear paws that were attached to his coat and I said
"Uh oh", and sat down on the couch, leaving Emmett technically defenseless.
"Ahhh! Rosalie, you have betrayed me by falling to your death at the paws of Jasper!" I couldn't help but laugh. Soon, Emmett was running around the living room and Jasper was chasing him.
"Oh no!" Emmett yelled when he pretended to fall on the ground once Jasper caught up to him. Jasper climbed on top of Emmett and sat on his chest.
"I ate you, Emmy", Jasper said. I took my phone out and took a picture of them because it was really cute. After I took the picture, Emmett grabbed Jasper and pretended to eat him.
"Zombie!" Jasper yelled. After Emmett put him down, Jasper climbed up on the couch and sat next to me. When Emmett sat down, Jasper said,
"Now I know what it's like to be eaten by a zombie", I laughed and said,
"Then you can be prepared if it ever happens again", he nodded rapidly and jumped off of the couch.
"I love your brother", Emmett said, putting his arm around me.