Come and nestle in your daddy's loving arms,

On my shoulder let me hold your loving charms;

When you go away for even just a day,

Your daddy misses all your love and all your kisses;

Show your pretty dimples, let me see you smile,

Make your daddy happy all the while;

Because you know I'm awf'ly lonesome

When I'm by my ownsome,

Come and nestle in your daddy's arms.

Nestle in your Daddy's Arms ~ by Lou Herscher/Joe Burke 1921

I thought the reception might never end. Don't get me wrong … like any girl my age, I loved a good party and some dancing, but I'd had enough of the crowds. I was ready to be alone with my husband.


I wasn't Rosalie Hale any longer. No. I was Rosalie Cullen and I had never been happier. We weren't sappy about our love, looking at each other with starry-eyed amazement every time one of us walked into a room. That just wasn't our way. But his love had completed me in ways I didn't even understand.

The ceremony today just made it official for the fuddy-duddies. Em had been mine and I had been his from day one. This was just a formality we needed to go through, so that the rest of our lives could begin.

Em was tense as he drove us away from the reception hall and I guessed what he was worried about. His confrontation with Father earlier was weighing on his mind. He probably thought I was angry. Truth be told, it was one of the sexiest things he'd ever done.

"How much longer to the hotel?" I asked, scooting over on the seat just a bit.

"Not long, babe," he said with a nervous smile. "Tired?"

"Not exactly," I purred, wrapping my arm around his.

"Rose," he said softly, leaning over and kissing my head. "I'm sorry about what happened with your dad. I know we talked about it, but that was worse than I thought it would be. I didn't overstep my bounds, I hope?"

I chuckled and nuzzled against the rough wool of his tuxedo jacket.

"You know me better than that," I whispered. "That man needed to be put in his place."

His clear blue eyes darted back and forth between the road and me a few times as if he was judging the sincerity of my words.

"Em, really," I said more forcefully. "You gave me an amazing gift by telling my father where he could stuff it. And, in all honesty, I loved seeing you claim me like that. It was … intense."

The corners of his eyes crinkled into mischievous triangles but his gaze remained fixed on the road ahead.

"Intense, you say?" he asked.

"Mmm, very," I murmured.

"Well then, perhaps I should drive a bit faster then, eh baby doll?"

I rolled my eyes at his pet nickname but snuggled closer to him. He took his hand off the wheel and draped his arm across my shoulders, letting me find my spot on his shoulder. I could feel him smile against my hair when the curve of my head found the spot; it was home in so many ways.

The rest of the ride was quiet yet charged with anticipation. There was no anxiety for either of us. Though it was our wedding night, I was no blushing virgin going to my bridal bed unprepared. He'd made me his the night he proposed and I was glad of it. Not that our first time wasn't magical; it was because it was with Emmett. But it was nothing to write home about. Over time, we'd grown used to each other and the act. The warmth spreading through me now was born of the anticipation of being with a well-known lover. I knew what he liked, what I liked – and I knew he'd give it to me. Our wedding night would be unforgettable, of that I was sure.

Getting myself out of the car proved to be far more difficult for me than getting into it. The layers of stiff organza topped with satin got in the way of my legs so that I couldn't see where the car door was. I was bound and determined not to rip the dress on my way out, but getting out without falling on my face was proving to be quite the challenge.

"Really, Rose, could you have found a larger dress?" Em asked as he leaned against the car door, looking down at me with a devilish grin.

"Fine," I said stiffly. "Stand there and let the entire parking lot see my delicate under things. I'm sure they wouldn't mind a show."

"Like hell I will," he growled softly as he reached into the car and plucked me out as though I weighed nothing. He held me up, pressing my body against his. "Only for me."

"Like I said," I whispered, pushing him back slightly. "Intense."

I didn't question the way Em's possessiveness affected me. For me, there was never a question about his motivations. I watched my mother whither under my father's overbearing dominance. I saw the way he held himself over her as though he owned her. It was never like that with Em and I knew it never would be. I knew instinctively that I possessed him just as much as he possessed me. And he loved that.

"Mrs. Cullen," he said, taking my hand and brushing a kiss across my knuckles. "Our room awaits."

We breezed into the lobby and all eyes turned toward us. I smiled at their stares, knowing that we made an impressive couple. My heart felt ready to burst when Em walked up to the counter and smiled at the man behind the desk.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cullen," he said with an undeniable grin. "On our honeymoon, sir."

I knew in that moment I would never get tired of hearing the words Mrs. Cullen.

The room was incredible. Leave it to Esme to shower us with understated elegance. Really, I couldn't ask for a better mother-in-law than her. She'd taken me under her wing, loved me like a daughter, from the moment that Em brought me home. It was like she knew as quickly as we did that this was going to be forever. I was just thankful that my father hadn't managed to ruin things for us; heaven knows that he could have.

"You must be tired of that dress," Em said when he shut the door. "Let me take it off you."

He pinned me with a predatory glare that set my blood boiling. His blue eyes seemed to be on fire. Without thinking, I backed up against the wall. His hand wound around the back of neck as his lips found mine. His breath was hot against my face and his tongue was demanding, unrelenting. I moaned softly but when he broke our kiss, I pushed him away gently.

"Undo me, baby?" I asked, stretching my arms above my head. "I have so much to do before bedtime."

I turned around, placing my hands on the wall and arched my back toward him.

"You don't mind?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. "I can't possibly get all of them."

I felt his hot, quick breaths on my neck as he bent over me, his fingers brushing fire along my back as he undid the tiny buttons.

"Shit!" he cursed as one of the pearls fell to the ground. "They're the tiniest damn things I've ever seen! And there's so many of them…"

In his concentration, he'd pressed himself up against me and every breath he took sent shivers down my spine.

"I don't care what you do, just get me out of this thing," I said through clenched teeth.

I felt the vibrations through his chest as he began to chuckle. Light as a feather, he ran his fingertips across my shoulder blades. I gasped and closed my eyes in anticipation of feeling his lips follow the same path. When his touch didn't come I looked around anxiously. He was staring at my exposed skin with wanton eyes.

"Not so unhurried now, are you, beautiful?"

I squinted my eyes at him and turned around. He undid enough of the buttons that I could shimmy out of the gown, letting it pool around my feet. I had to wear a corset for this dress, but it had been worth it to make me feel like a princess as I walked down the aisle. Em's eyes bore holes through the tight fabric, his gaze full of lascivious thoughts, and I thought perhaps the corset wasn't so evil after all. I put my hands on my hips and let him look for a moment before stepping over the sea of tulle on the ground.

"You like what you see, big fella?" I asked with a smirk.

He shook his head slowly back and forth as though in disbelief.

"I didn't think that dress could look better than it did on your body," he said softly. "But it's damn near perfect on the ground."

"Wait here," I said, placing a finger in the center of his chest before turning and walking away from him.

Esme had come last night to outfit our room and I wanted to freshen up before our evening really got started. I found all of my powders and perfumes and creams lined up on the sink waiting for me. She had thought of everything. I smiled again, knowing that she truly was family now. After a few dabs and sprays, I felt better about joining Emmett in the bedroom.

He had removed his jacket and was standing facing away from me, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in his nervous habit. His shirt was loosened and I could see his bow tie lying carelessly over his jacket. I bit my lip as I wondered how many buttons he'd undone and whether he had a shirt on underneath.

"Em," I whispered.

He turned around instantly at the sound of my voice, his eyes heavy and hungry as he licked his lips.

"I need some help with my garters," I said.

My heart raced as I walked across the room. He met me with open arms and I didn't hesitate any longer. I ran my fingers through the hair peeking out of his unbuttoned shirt before winding my arms around his neck. His mouth met mine hungrily and I opened to him, feeling his tongue dance with mine. His hand slid over the corset, teasing me with the hint of heat from his fingers as they traveled over my stomach and around to my back. His fingers slipped beneath the satin of my undergarments, just touching the sensitive skin at the base of my spine.

His fingers traveled lower, playing with the straps of my garter and tickling the skin of my thighs that were left exposed. I gasped as his thumb deftly unsnapped first clip and the other, loosening the pull on my stockings. His other hand moved down to my thigh. Before he began removing the garter on that leg, he cupped my ass and groaned into my mouth.

"I'm so glad you aren't exactly tired, Rose," he said as he undid the garter. "This might take a while."

Emmett pulled away from me and led me over to the bed.

"Sit down," he whispered. "Let me help you get comfortable."

I sat on the edge of the bed and he knelt down in front of me. His large hands surrounded my foot and lifted it up so that I had to lean back on the bed. He placed my foot on his chest and then trailed his fingers lightly up my calf, over my knee until he reached the top of my stockings. Gently he rolled them down my leg, pausing to tickle the flesh behind my knee as he went. When the stocking was off, he threw it to the side and placed my foot back on the bed. He repeated the process on my other leg, pausing this time to pull my leg closer to his mouth so that he could kiss my ankle. The feel of his warm breath combined with his soft tongue made me whimper and grab the covers surrounding me.

Both of my feet were on the bed and I was laid out in front of him. He stood back up and looked down at me, his hands seeming to travel on their own back to my legs, gently swirling circles on my skin.

"Lift up," he said huskily, his hands moving up my legs to my waist.

His fingers hooked around the garter belt and panties and with a firm tug, he was pulling them down my legs. I sat back up and reached around my back, beginning to work on the stays of the corset, but Em shook his head to stop me.

"I'm so torn," he said with a chuckle. "I want to see all of you, but I love the way you look in that thing."

I smiled demurely and put my hand in the middle of his chest.

"Then maybe you'll like the show as I take it off," I said softly.

Like a magnet, he turned with me as I moved, and when I pushed him backwards slightly toward the bed, he sat down hard, his eyes never leaving mine. I brought my fingers up and around my throat, drawing his eyes down. I stroked my skin until I found the edges of my corset and followed it around to the back. As I reached behind me, I pushed my chest out toward him so that my breasts were inches from his face. I could feel his hot breath on the exposed skin and the anticipation of feeling it everywhere made my fingers work faster.

"Reach around and help me, baby," I whispered, when I'd undone everything I could reach.

"I can't – I mean, I don't know how," he mumbled, his large hands covering mine.

"Sure you can," I said. "If you can unsnap a bra, you can undo a corset. And I know you can unsnap a bra."

My eyes held his as his fingers worked on the tiny clasps. His brow furrowed in concentration as he grew frustrated. He lost track of where he was, so when he released the last clasp, the corset popped open, startling us both. He pulled it gently away from my body, exposing me entirely to him. It didn't escape my notice that he was still almost completely dressed while I stood naked in front of him.

I crawled onto the bed, straddling him and burying my fingers in his hair. His hands were everywhere at once, caressing my reddened skin where the corset had dug into me. He kissed along my collarbone and found the soft hollow of my neck. When his tongue flicked out against the skin there, I threw my head back and ground into him. I felt him smile against me, proud of himself for finding the exact spot that drove me crazy.

"You are far too overdressed for my taste, Mr. Cullen," I purred, running my fingers down his neck to the front of his shirt.

I made quick work of the buttons and pushed the shirt down his arms. He grabbed it and threw it behind us. I lifted the thin cotton undershirt up and over his head. His hands stayed there as I trailed my fingers down his arms and lightly traced the muscles of his chest.

"Jesus, Rosie," he murmured. "I love the way you touch me."

"And I love to touch you, so we're golden."

His arms moved quickly around my waist and he crushed my naked body to him, covering my mouth with his. I gasped as my sensitive nipples brushed against the fine hair on his chest. He continued to pull me closer to him until my breasts were pressed against him. I tugged on his hair, desperate to bring his face ever closer to me. He stood next to the bed with me in his arms and flipped me around so that I was lying on the bed underneath of him.

"So much for going slow," he groaned as he tugged his pants off and knelt on the bed between my legs.

"Ah ah ah," I said, sitting up and running my hands over his stomach. "I'm not ready yet. I want to savor this."

I kneeled up on the bed in front of him so that our eyes were almost level. Keeping my eyes locked with his, I tickled and teased my way down his stomach until I found the thatch of hair at the meeting of his thighs. He shuddered and groaned, clawing at my waist to bring me closer to him until I could feel his hardness pressing into my stomach. I arched my back away from him and continued my path down to his thighs and back up again until I was stroking his balls.

"Shit, baby," he cried, his hips bucking into me as my fingers circled his length.

I stroked up to the head, teasing the silky heat of him before traveling back to the base and starting again. His whole body trembled with need as I teased him with my soft touches. I smiled as I brought my face lower circled his nipple with my tongue, delighting in the way his skin pebbled and reacted to my actions. He brought his hands up to my shoulders and squeezed tightly as he groaned again.

He pushed me back onto the bed and hovered over me, a powerful look in his eyes as he surveyed me. Just seeing how much he wanted me made the desire coil tighter in my stomach. My hips lifted up off the bed slightly to meet his searching fingers. He stroked the skin of my thighs and I sighed at the contact, my eyes closing in relief at his touch.

I felt him move on the bed, but didn't see him. When his breath began to tickle my thighs, I moaned his name, my hips lifting again in search of the warmth of his mouth. His hand reached up and splayed against my thigh, pushing it down and to the side. His head rested on my other thigh so I lay open for him.

"God, I love seeing you like this," he whispered, his breath tickling my heat.

My tongue darted out, licking my lips in anticipation before biting down in frustration. I was ready for him now, eager to feel him touch me where I needed him most. But I knew Emmett well enough to know he enjoyed making me wait until I couldn't take it any longer. His thumb moved lazily back and forth against my inner thigh, each pass bringing him closer to my center and eliciting another breathy moan from my mouth.

When he lifted his cheek off of my thigh, my overheated skin missed the heat of him. I whimpered, wanting to feel him and then he was there. His nose, nuzzling either side of my sex and making me pant incoherent demands at him. He backed away for a second and my eyes shot open to see where he was going. I looked at him just as his tongue darted into me, his blue eyes looking up my body and locking with mine.

It was pure pleasure, hot and raw, as his tongue licked a firm path through my center until he found the tender bud of nerves. The tight feeling of anticipation wound even tighter in my stomach as my fingers clenched and opened against the sheets. Slowly, lazily, he circled around my sex, teasing and winding me up. My eyes refused to stay open as he continued to stroke me gently with his tongue. They closed tightly as my breathing became rapid and loud.

"Please, please, God, please," I whispered over and over.

His tongue moved steadily faster, back and forth over the spot, until I could see black spots erupting behind my eye lids. I was so close. My legs began to shake as I neared the end. His long fingers stroked the inside of my thigh and traveled lower.

"Yes, please, yes," I panted.

First one finger and then another entered me just as his tongue flattened against me. The black spots behind my eyes exploded in vibrant colors as my release washed over me. My head swung back and forth as I cried out his name. His tongue continued to move, slowing down and drawing out the pleasure as his fingers curled within me.

When he rested his head back on my thigh and I finally opened my eyes again to look at him, his face was spread in a gentle smile.

"Well, don't you look proud of yourself," I murmured hoarsely.

He nodded, the friction causing tremors to move through my body. I arched my back at the feeling of him moving against my still over-sensitive skin.

"Please," I groaned. "I need you, baby."

The warmth of his face against me disappeared for an instant and I felt him shift on the bed. When I opened my eyes, his face was hovering close to mine.

"You want me like this, Rose," he murmured, his warm breath tickling my ear.

"Mmm," I moaned, lifting my hips until I could feel his length pressing against my center. "Yes!"

I brought my legs up and around him as he slid into me, both of us sighing at the feeling of finally being joined. He kissed along my neck as he moved slowly within me. I angled my hips, urging him to move deeper. Out and in he moved with me, his length filling me. Each thrust within me brought me closer to the edge until I was panting underneath him again, my hips moving of their own accord.

As I came again, my legs wrapped tightly around him, I heard him groan and begin to move faster, harder.

"Yes," I whispered. "More. Like that."

He lifted himself up so that he could look at me as he continued to thrust into me, his movements coming faster and more sporadic as he neared his own release. I lifted my hips up to meet him as he moved harder. With one last thrust, he came. His voice was strangled as he cried out my name and slowed down his movements.

He held me gently as he moved slowly, coming down from the high our lovemaking had created. Finally he pulled out of me, my body instinctively moving to keep him connected to me. I felt his loss distinctly when he was gone. He moved to my side, cradling me gently against him and I wrapped my body around him as much as I could. I felt warm and safe and wrapped up with his love around me.

Settling my head above his hammering heart, I listened to the music of it slowing down. I breathed him in, the smell of him and me mingling into the unique flavor of us. As his breathing slowed, my hand moved slowly up from where it rested on my thigh to cover my stomach. I still expected to feel something there to tell me that the baby inside was growing. I smiled against my husband's chest, knowing that the time was right to tell him.

"Em," I murmured.

At the sound of my voice, he turned his head toward me and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

"You know how much I love you," I said, angling my head up so that I could look into his eyes.

"I think so," he said with a smirk. "You did just agree to spend forever with me."

I chuckled and leaned my forehead against him.

"Yeah, I did," I said, sighing with the happiness I felt at forever. "I have something to tell you."

He rolled over on his side and looked at me with complete love. It warmed my whole body not to see even an ounce of worry on his face, just love and expectation.

"I've known for about three weeks, but I wanted to wait and tell you when it would be special," I said softly, reaching over and finding his hand. I pulled it over and placed it on my stomach. "Congratulations, Daddy."

He stared at me, his expression unchanged for a moment as he took in my words. Suddenly his eyes widened and his lips parted slightly. I smiled at him as he looked first at me, then at his hand covering my abdomen and then back up at my face. I nodded and he leaned up on his elbow, his hand moving softly back and forth against my stomach.

"Baby," he whispered reverently, looking at my stomach. "We're going to have a baby."

He moved slowly, kneeling down at the side of the bed and bringing his other hand to rest on my stomach. Gently, he brought his face down and placed soft kisses along my stomach, making me giggle as his breath and lips tickled me. I felt his lips moving but had to strain in order to hear his words.

"I love you both so much," he whispered over and over again.

I laid my head back and closed my eyes as he continued to whisper against my stomach. Eventually my fingers found their way to his head and I moved them slowly through his curls. After some time, he turned and rested his head on my stomach and I could feel him staring up at me. I opened my eyes lazily and smiled at him.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

He shook his head lightly and smiled.

"Why did you wait to tell me?" he asked. "You weren't worried that it would … spook me, were you?"

My eyes opened in shock and I shook my head.

"The thought hadn't even crossed my mind," I said. "You aren't, are you? Spooked, I mean."

"Hell no," he said immediately. "I just didn't want you to have worried. You're right. I can't think of a better time for you to have told me."

I smiled and relaxed against the pillow.

"Rosalie," he said. "I do love you."

"I know, Em," I replied, stroking his hair again. "God, do I know."

Endnote: This story was originally published on Twilighted, and is an outtake that takes place between chapters 11 and 12 of All That Jazz. You can view the beautiful banner for this outtake made by the one and only Twisted in Masen on my profile page. :) You'll definitely need the information in this outtake in order to understand some of the stuff in the coming chapters of ATJ. I hope you enjoy. As always, leave me your love! :) ~Jen