Rosalie liked the house they owned in Seattle just fine. It was large and expensive, and no one was around. Usually. With Edward coming around more often to "help" plan the wedding, she'd been getting more and more annoyed and was almost ready to tell Emmett to take her to Las Vegas where they could elope at the MGM-Grand or one of the other nice hotel-casinos -- those drive-through chapels just wouldn't do, of course.
But this? Well, it had been a nice compromise, she guessed. And no family around or pretty much anyone meant Emmett was right, for a change. They could be as loud as they wanted. She smirked and kissed her husband. "Well, you'll just have to get me a new wedding present, because we're still having it." She thought about tinting the windows on one of his cars and shrugged. "I'm better at it than you, so I guess I can." Being on the Seahawks meant they could afford anything, but some things from their old life were still nice to have.
She shoved at him, half-playfully. "Of course you carry me. Haven't you done it every other time?"