Who: Emmett Cullen and Rosalie Hale
When: Just after Emmett's entry about Madden.
Where: Their room
What: Pillow talk. Actually having a serious discussion about what went down in NYC, too.
Rating: TBD .. It's Emmett and Rose.

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Recent history had proven to be very chaotic. They'd taken Nessie away to New York City as a precaution and Rosalie had loved every minute of it up until their last few moments in the big city. She knew of the underlying danger that had motivated their need to take her away, but had chosen to keep it in the back of her mind until it was forced front and center when they were followed by that vampire. That incident had really shaken Rosalie up, despite the dangers they'd faced in the past. It wasn't the first time she'd parted from Emmett when there was a threat to the family (that had been when they'd been dealing with James and Victoria several years ago), but she hadn't been very eager back then and she'd barely been able to do it this time, too. Rosalie was fiercely attached to Emmett, and leaving him to fight in an unknown situation had been impossibly hard for her, even if it was to protect Nessie. In fact, protecting their niece was the only reason she'd been able to go.

Even now, after being home for a short while, Rose was rarely far from his side. She left him alone to play his video games or when he was playing around with the other boys but for the most part she could be found draped in his lap or curled up next to him on the couch when they weren't in their room. This was hardly new behavior for them anyway, but there was more of an urgency to her affection. She was sure it didn't go unnoticed by her adopted twin and younger brother, but she didn't care. Rosalie didn't have special gifts like them that could help her keep Emmett safe. She was vicious in her own right, but not nearly as lethal as she wished she could be in battle. She knew that the events that had recently taken place were weighing on Emmett's mind too, even if he didn't say it out loud. She just knew, because she knew him and how big his heart was.

Rosalie shifted slightly, but did not untangle her limbs from being entwined with her husband's. She just wanted to be in a better position to look at him, his face specifically. That face, his baby face, was so precious to her. She trailed her index finger up the center of his sculpted chest and smiled a little at Emmett. "You didn't break the bed," she said, gazing at him. It seemed like a playful comment, but there was concern meshed in with it. "What are you thinking about?"