She pushes Odin away gently. "Alright, you little tattletale," she grumbles, narrowing her eyes at him before scratching behind his ears. "That's enough out of you."
Rosalie turns to Emmett, taking both his hands. "I'm pregnant," she says simply. I was half-expecting the words, and a smile springs quickly to my lips, but Emmett looks utterly surprised.
"You're… what? How?" he asks stupidly.
I snicker, and Rosalie shoots me a withering look, but I catch the amused twinkle in her eyes. "I'm sure you know how, baby."
"You are? Really?"
She nods, and he scoops her up, spinning her around.
Monday, May 30, 2011
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