Rosalie slammed her bedroom door behind her, not caring who would hear. Emmett followed in soon after, closing the door once more with much more grace. He jumped onto their bed, laying down and kicking his trainers off.

Rosalie paced the room, shaking out of her skinny jeans sending them across the room changing into lounge trousers and a spaghetti strap vest top that clung to her marbled stomach she continued to pace and huffing and puffing under her breath. Her anger was clear, though the reason behind it wasn't.

Rosalie's liquid honey eyes glared at Emmett across the room, he simply grinned back at her. Though she loved her soulmate's cheeky smile, it wasn't melting her this time, she grunted in frustration and turned her back to him putting her hands on her hips, sighing loudly. Eyes focused towards the floor, a large hand appeared through the gap between her body and her arm, it waved at her frantically and Rosalie broke her guard and let out a quiet giggle. She felt Emmett's strong arms slide round her waist and forcefully pull her to the bed, whispering softly to her ear.

"There's no need to overreact Rosie" Rosalie narrowed her eyes, seeing red. She stood.

"Overreacting? I'm overreacting? Do you even take the time of day to realise what's wrong Emmett? Can your mind take two minutes to think!" she stared at her husband, the emotion in her face was clear, she was genuinely upset about something.