The Wish

A/N: Happy Holidays!

This story was originally a part of the Countdown to 2014 - Fact or Fiction.

Christmastime is by far my favorite time of the year. The lights, the hot cider, the music, the cookies, and the general ambience put me on cloud nine from the end of November until about the middle of January. I've never written a Christmas themed piece before, so I was plenty happy to whip this one up!

Thanks again to breath-of-twilight for taking the time to organize the countdowns and do the posting!

Thank you for taking time to stop by and read this little story. I love to hear your thoughts, so please share them if you'd like!

As with my other piece, you can hazard a guess at fact or fiction while reading, and I'll give an answer at the end!

- N.

Characters belong to SM. Everything that happens to them belongs to me.

The Wish

"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock…"

Rosalie King resisted the urge to roll her eyes and plastered a big, fake smile on
her face. As a girl she'd grown to love this song. Now, while it played for what
seemed like the fiftieth time that day, she decided she never wanted to hear it
again.

"Do you think they'll ever get a new rotation of Christmas music around here?"
Bella Cullen grumbled from the seat next to her. Rose simply sighed and
shrugged her shoulders.

"Who knows?"

Fifteen customers and two more rounds of rocking jingle bells later, the bank
closed down and the tellers busied themselves with their end of shift tasks.

"We're heading over to MainStreet for drinks after this," Bella said, making
small talk as she counted out her cash drawer. "You should come with!"

"Tonight's not a good night," Rose answered automatically.

"C'mon, Rosie! Emmett's going too," Bella wiggled her eyebrows mischievously.

"I'm sorry Bells, but I really can't. I need to get new tires on the van before any
more snow falls, and that's going to cost me everything I have saved up." She'd
never divulge personal information like that to her other co-workers. She and
Bella had become good friends during the two years they'd worked together at
First Bank, however, and she knew she could trust her not to say anything – or
pass judgment.

"Nonsense, silly girl. Drinks are on me! Edward got his Christmas bonus, and I
am more than happy to spread the holiday cheer to those I care about."

Rose bit her lip and thought about Bella's offer. On one hand, it would be great
to get out. When she wasn't working, Rose took on the role of a single mother
to three beautiful children. Needless to say, nights out with friends were few
and far between, especially around the holidays. On the other hand, she hated
looking like a charity case. She knew Bella had good intentions, but since her
divorce earlier that year, Rose had prided herself on being independent –
especially when it came to finances.

"Can I take a rain check?" Bella's face morphed into a pout, but Rose could see
understanding in her eyes.

"I suppose. Are you coming to the company holiday party next week?"

Rose nodded. "I can't miss that. Peter would have too many questions." Peter
was their branch manager. He was a nosy bastard who had no compassion for
his employees. As a result, Rose had tried to keep knowledge of her divorce to a
minimum.

"Fuck Peter," Bella said, locking her cash drawer and standing. "He goes to
these things hoping that someone will get drunk and provide him with water
cooler gossip. He's scum."

Rose smiled and locked her own drawer up. "Tell me how you really feel about
the situation."

"You don't want to know." The two women made their way to the employee
lounge, where they clocked out and bundled up in their winter attire. The closer
it got to Christmas, the colder the air seemed, and as Rose wrapped the thick
wool scarf around her neck she was reminded for the umpteenth time why she
disliked winter.

"Have a cocktail for me tonight," she told Bella, giving her a hug and a light kiss
on the cheek.

"You're sure you need to take a rain check?" The tiny brunette fixed her big,
brown eyes on Rose.

"I'm sure. But thank you for the invitation! I promise I'll take you up on it next
time!" A horn honked behind them, and the two women turned to see Edward's
Tahoe pulling up. He rolled the driver's window down and stuck his head out.

"Rosalie King, you get more beautiful with each day that passes."

"If beautiful means overworked and tired as a dog, then you're spot on."

"Aren't you coming out with us?" Edward asked as Bella climbed carefully into
the passenger seat. Rose shook her head and smiled sadly.

"Duty calls at home."

"She'll be at the holiday party," Bella piped up, leaning over her husband and
waving out the window.

"She better be." Edward winked and put the truck in gear, honking the horn
once more before pulling away from the curb.

Rose crossed the street to where her van waited, starting the vehicle and
brushing off the thin layer of snow that coated the windows before beginning
the three-block commute home. Prior to getting married, small town suburban
life had terrified her. Now Rose loved it. Or maybe it was simply the suburb she
lived in that she loved.

Hopkins was one of the inner-ring suburbs to the west of Minneapolis. It was on
the small side, both in size and population, with a total of about 17,000
residents. Her ex had grown up nearby, and when the time came for him and
Rose to pick a place to settle down and raise a family, it was his first choice.
Now, ten years and one bitter divorce later, she and the kids remained in the
home they had once shared in the small downtown area of the city. Royce, on
the other hand, was back in Chicago, living his life in the Midwest metropolis
that had originally brought them together.

As she pulled into her driveway and cut the engine, Rose felt the usual
bitterness that accompanied thoughts of her ex husband. She had met Royce
King while studying at the University of Illinois at Chicago. She was studying art
history, he was studying finance, and they had bonded over their shared love of
the Blackhawks and craft beer one night at a mutual friend's party. They got
married just before graduation, and moved to Minnesota shortly after so Royce
could work at the accounting firm his father was a partner at. She got pregnant
with their oldest, a sweet blonde beauty named Joey, a year after they moved.
Money was never an issue for the king family, so Royce convinced Rose to stop
looking for a gallery job and stay at home with the baby. Two years later their
son Chris was born, and four years after that she got pregnant with their
youngest, David.

By that time their marriage had started to suffer. Royce was more interested in
advancing his career than being a father to his children, a fact that they had
spent many a night arguing over. He became bitter about her staying at home,
despite the fact that he was the one who originally insisted on it, so Rose had
picked up part-time hours at the bank in hopes of mending the fences that were
quickly crumbling. Her newfound job upset Royce even more, and he accused
her of not being there for him or the kids. When she found out she was
pregnant with David, Rose had hoped the announcement would act as a point
for them to start over and work on becoming a family again. Unfortunately it
hadn't worked that way, and when she sat down with Royce to share the news,
he surprised her with divorce papers.

David had just turned four months a week earlier, which meant the divorce had
been finalized for six. Royce let her keep the house and have full custody of the
children. Unfortunately, that meant she inherited all of the associated costs as
well. Her former in-laws had offered to pay off the home, but Rose turned them
down. She refused to become one of those women who allowed others to take
care of her. Instead, she took a full-time position at the bank, moved her
mother up from Chicago to look after the kids, and started doing some freelance
graphic design work in her spare time. She earned just enough to make ends
meet, but not quite enough to splurge on nights out at the bar with friends.

A tap on the van window startled her, and she turned to find her mother
standing next to the vehicle. She cracked the door open and shivered at the
cold air.

"Are you okay? You've been sitting out here for a half an hour." The older
woman's brow was creased with worry.

"I'm fine, ma. I was just thinking about some things." Rose cut the engine and
climbed out of the van. Rebecca Hale slid her arm around her daughter's
shoulders and gave them a squeeze.

"It gets easier. I promise."

Tears prickled the back of Rose's eyelids, but she gave her mom a small smile.
"For me, the kids, or you?"

"All of the above. I'm not the one who matters here, however. It's you and the
three precious faces inside that do."

"Of course you matter, ma. I know this hasn't been easy on you either."

"I love you and those kids more than anything in this world, Rosalie. I'll always
be here to help, regardless of how easy – or not – it is."

The tears finally spilled over, and Rose turned to wrap her mom up in a hug.

"Mommy!" Joey's voice carried across the yard. "Chris put a pea up David's nose
and he can't get it out!"

"I'm coming, sweetheart," Rose said, wiping at her eyes.

Her kids kept her strong, even in her greatest moments of weakness.

Rose took a deep breath and put what she called her "mommy mask" on.

She could shed all the tears she wanted later in the privacy of her bedroom.

She would not, however, shed any in front of her children.

-TW-

"What am I going to do about Christmas?" It was early Saturday morning and

the kids were still in bed, which meant Rose could discuss her holiday woes
freely with her mom.

"Has Royce sent you anything?"

Rose shook her head. "Nope. Six months and I have yet to receive a single child
support payment. He doesn't even call regularly to talk to the kids."

"That's ridiculous." Rebecca set a cup of coffee in front of her daughter and took
a seat across from her at the kitchen table. "It's not like the man needs to worry
about money. Have you heard anything from his parents?"

Not since I told them their money is no good here, Rose thought. She hadn't
told her mom about the Kings' offer to pay off the house. She knew Rebecca
would chastise her for refusing their help. The only person who understood her
reasoning was Bella, and even she had taken a while to come around. "Not in
months. I'm sure they'll have gifts sent over."

"I bought some things for them myself, and I know Alice and Jasper just put
some things in the mail too. They'll have gifts, Rose."

"From their grandparents and aunt, yes, but not from their mother." She curled
her fingers around the coffee mug, letting the heat seep through the ceramic
and warm her hands. "What kind of mother doesn't get her children Christmas
presents?"

Rebecca reached across the table and covered her daughter's hands with her
own. "The kind who supports an entire household independently. It's not an
easy job, sweetheart."

"We don't even have a tree," Rose pointed out. "We always had an elaborate
one when Royce was here." A few tears had already streaked down her cheeks,
and she could feel more coming. These days, the tears always sat just below the
surface, waiting for the prime opportunity to release.

"You don't need to have a tree to celebrate Christmas. It's about giving and
being with family and everyone knowing how much they're loved. The material
parts – the tree, the decorations, the lights – are all just for show."

"Tell that to a six year old," Rose mumbled.

"We'll make this work," Rebecca declared, taking a large sip of coffee and
standing. "Nobody will go without Christmas. You'll see."

Rose watched on in silence as her mom got busy preparing breakfast. Christmas
was ten short days away, and she had no idea what she was going to do. She'd
started tucking away a few bucks here and there earlier that summer, but now
the van needed new tires, and she had medical bills from Chris' bout with
pneumonia to cover, and those two things were going to eat up her savings.
She knew Rebecca was right about the commercial aspects of Christmas. In the
grand scheme of things, the presents, the tree, and the trimmings didn't matter.
But in the mind of a child that was all there was during the holiday. And even
though everyone around her understood her circumstances, Rose didn't want
her kids' first Christmas without their father present to be a bust.

"Nana?" Rose looked up and saw Chris pad into the kitchen, teddy bear in one
hand and blankie in the other.

"Yes, angel?" Rebecca answered, glancing over her shoulder.

"Make me a waffle," the little boy said matter-of-factly.

"Christopher King, what do you say to your nana if you want her to make you a
waffle?"

"Sorry, mommy." The little boy smiled sheepishly and looked up at his grandma.
"Pleeeeeeeeassssseeeeee?"

"Of course I'll make you a waffle, Little Man. I'm making cream cheese eggs
too!" Rebecca turned away from the stove long enough to plant a kiss on her
grandson's forehead.

"Yummmmmmmmmmm," he said, dropping his blanket on the floor and
dancing in a circle with his teddy bear.

Rose stood and placed her empty mug in the sink. "I'm going to get David up.
Chris, can you tell you sister to come down for breakfast?"

"Yes, mommy." The four-year-old spitting image of her ex husband ran across
the room and threw his arms around her legs. Rose knelt down, giving him a big
hug and kiss on his cheek.

When she reached the top of the stairs, Rose could hear David's coos and
giggles floating down the hall. The sounds made her smile. The life inside the
crib a few hundred feet away was so precious and innocent. He didn't know
what it felt like to be betrayed by those you love or to have to wonder where
your next meal was going to come from. All he knew was what he was shown
each day, and that was unconditional love.

As she made her way down the hall to her beautiful baby boy, a small ray of
happiness warmed her up inside.

Everything around her was slowly falling to pieces, but little moments like that
were enough to warm her half-broken heart.

-TW-

The Chanhassen Dinner Theater was decorated to match the season. White
Christmas lights adorned the front awning, and small, elaborately decorated
trees were placed throughout the lobby. Rose smoothed the front of the dress
she wore and took a sip of wine. Her brown hair was tucked up in a loose bun
and her chocolate colored eyes had the faintest hint of makeup brimming them.

"When are they seating us?" Edward, who had complained of being hungry since
they picked Rose up, was now beginning to get irritated as well.

"Peter said cocktail hour lasted until five thirty. They should seat us in a few
minutes," Bella answered. A blush covered her cheeks, and Rose could tell her
friend was upset with her husband's behavior.

"I can't believe they didn't have more hors d'oeuvres," Edward grumbled.

"Perhaps you should have eaten one of the twenty times I suggested it earlier?"
Bella side eyed him and grabbed her friend's hand. "Join me in the restroom?"

"If you want to bitch about me you can do it right here."

"I don't want to bitch about you, Edward, I want to take a piss. Is that okay?"

"Godspeed," he mumbled, flicking his wrist in the direction of the restrooms.
Bella rolled her eyes and pulled Rose across the room.

"He's being such an asshole today," she said when they were finally alone.

"Did something happen?" Rose furrowed her brow in confusion. In the two years
she'd known Bella, she could count the times she'd seen her and Edward argue
on one hand.

"Work has him stressed, but that's no reason to take it out on me." Rose
nodded her agreement, and listened in silence while Bella told her about the two
big projects that were consuming Edward's time.

"Some days I wonder why I ever got married." Bella hoisted herself up on the
vanity and pulled an electric cigarette from her purse.

"You got married because you love him. And he loves you."

"I know that, Rose. But times like this make me question my judgment."

"Every couple has their spats. If you didn't have any, then I'd see cause for
concern." Rose reached out and squeezed her best friend's hand. "Edward
thinks you hung the moon, and I know you feel that way about him too. So,
let's get back out there, see if we can find some food for his grumpy ass, and
try to enjoy the rest of our evening."

Bella cracked a small smile and hugged her friend. "I love you."

"I love you too, Bells. Even when you freak out over nothing." Bella punched her
lightly in the arm and slid off the countertop. Rose slipped out the restroom
door, coming to a halt when her eyes fell on Edward.

"What the hell are you stopping for?" Bella followed her friend's eyes. The rest
of the employees had started to file into the dinner theater area, but Edward
lingered behind, chatting to none other than Emmett McCarty.

"Why is he talking to Emmett?"

Bella laughed. "Well, they did go to high school together…"

"Fucking small world!" Rose's cheeks flamed with embarrassment when Emmett
turned and waved in her direction.

One-night stands weren't typically her thing, but two months earlier, she'd had
one with Emmett McCarty. He was a mortgage loan officer at the bank, and he'd
had his eye on Rose since she first started working there. She couldn't deny the
fact that he was good looking. At 6'2", he had an athletic body, short blonde
hair, baby blue eyes, and a set of gorgeous dimples that accompanied his ever-
present smile.

They'd got to talking at the last work happy hour she went to. He was divorced
as well, far less jaded than Rose when it came to romance, and searching for a
good woman to settle down and start a family with. She was lonely, a bit more
than tipsy, and longing for the touch of a man, which she hadn't felt in what
seemed like forever. One thing led to another, and eventually they ended up
back at his place…

His hands gripped her hips tightly as soon as the door closed behind them. Rose
dropped her purse to the floor, linking her fingers behind his neck and pulling
his face to hers. She slid her tongue across his lips, eliciting a moan from
Emmett that granted her the access she was looking for. His hands roamed up
her back as their tongues danced together, exploring one another for the first
time.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he whispered gruffly, fingers
hovering just above the zipper on her dress. She pulled away and looked into
his eyes. She couldn't tell if it was the alcohol, her need for contact, or genuine
emotion, but what she saw staring back at her was a mixture of desire, concern,
and the kind of longing she had felt for Royce at the beginning of their
courtship.

"I want to," she said, pulling him to her once more. His lips traveled down the
side of her neck and across one bare shoulder, leaving a trail of goose bumps in
their wake. He slid the zipper of her dress down slowly, watching as the fabric
fell away from her skin and pooled at her feet.

"You're beautiful," he said, causing her to blush. His tongue found her nipple,
and she gasped as he sucked the sensitive skin between his lips.

"Oh, God," she moaned, sliding her fingers through his hair.

"He's not here right now," Emmett joked, dropping to his knees and peppering
the sides and front of her abdomen with kisses. He pressed his tongue flat
against the silky fabric of her thong and inhaled deeply. Her scent surrounded
him, and it took all the strength he had to resist ripping the flimsy garment off
of her.

"Please," she moaned as he began to assault her over the top of her last
remaining piece of clothing. He hooked his fingers in the straps of the thong and
slid it down her legs, tossing it and her already discarded dress on the floor
behind him and standing up.

"This way," he commanded, taking her hand and leading her across the room to
the sofa. He gently pushed her down onto the leather and kneeled before her.
He pressed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs and spread her legs
apart. Her skin was swollen, pink, and glistening with the arousal that she felt.

He slid one finger through her slick folds and pinched her clit lightly. Her pussy
throbbed as she watched him close his eyes and slip his finger into his mouth.

"Beautiful and delicious," Emmett mumbled. He kept his eyes locked on hers as
he leaned forward and pressed his lips softly against her clit. Rose sucked in a
breath, and he took the noise for what it was – a signal for him to keep going.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to lap at her bare skin. He swirled the tip of his
tongue around her opening and tasted her juices before sliding it through her
hot folds and flicking it teasingly against her clit.

"Emmett," she moaned, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. Her breath
became more labored as he worked her over with his tongue, and soon her back
arched off the couch and her thighs clamped down on either side of his head.

"Fuck, Emmett! Oh God, oh God, oh God!" Starbursts decorated the back of her
eyelids and a thousand sparks fired off in her belly. She felt like she was floating
in ecstasy while violent explosions went off around her.

"I can't wait to be inside of you," Emmett drawled. Rose watched in silence as
he stood and stripped off his clothing. Just when she thought a man couldn't be
more physically perfect, her eyes met the lines of his sculpted abs.

"I've wanted this for so long." He grabbed his already-stiff cock in his hand and
jerked it roughly. "From the moment we first met, I knew King didn't know how
to treat a woman. I just wanted to show you how it felt to be loved – in and out
of the bedroom."

He continued to slide his hand up and down his shaft as he kneeled on the
couch next to her. Rose slid down until she was lying before him with her legs
on either side of his. Emmett grabbed his jeans from the floor and withdrew a
condom from his wallet. He rolled it down his length and slid the head of his
cock over her clit.

"So wet," he said, rubbing his hardness across her skin. She pushed her hips
toward him hungrily, and he lined himself up with her entrance.

"Mmm," she moaned as he slid into her. He was bigger than Royce, but not
overly huge, and before he even started to move, Rose knew Emmett could hit
places in her that no man had before.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. Their eyes met and he
pulled out, only to thrust back in hard. "I want to be gentle, but I don't think I
can," he gritted out. His chest brushed against her nipples, and Rose sucked in a
breath.

"Then don't," she whispered. That was all the encouragement he needed. His
head fell to her shoulder and he began to fuck her hard and fast. His hands
found her hips once more, and he pressed her body down into the leather.

"Yes!" she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist and digging her heels into
the groove beneath his ass. He thrust deeply in response, and she felt the head
of his cock graze over the sensitive patch of nerves inside of her.

"Right there?" he asked, taking note of how her body responded to his
ministrations. "Yes, there's the spot."

Rose opened her mouth to confirm his declaration, but a wanton cry was all that
came out. The feel of his sweaty skin and the sound of their bodies making
contact brought her close to the edge. When he moved one hand between her
legs and began rubbing his thumb against her clit, Rose was done for.

"UNGH!" she cried out, fisting his hair in her hands and thrusting her hips up to
meet his movements. He pressed his thumb harder against her sensitive skin
and continued hammering into her. When he felt her pussy walls start to flutter
around him, his eyes rolled back in his head. A second orgasm tore through her
just as his movements became frantic.

"Oh, God, I'm going to come, I'm going to come." He slammed into her once
more, and then stilled his movements as he found his own release.

Pulling out of her, Emmett slid down the couch and wrapped his arms around
Rose's lower abdomen, resting his head lightly on her stomach.

"That was incredible," he said softly. Rose hummed her agreement and closed
her eyes. Her fingers found his hair, and as she began to run them through it
absentmindedly, she couldn't help but think of how good the whole situation
felt; how – dare she say it – right it felt.

She'd spent the night, only to sneak out and do the walk of shame home the
next morning. Emmett had tried to call her more than once. He'd even asked
her out on several dates. Rose always gave him the cold shoulder, however, and
eventually he took the hint and stopped trying.

It wasn't that she didn't like Emmett; that was far from the truth. He'd been on
her mind ever since that September night. She didn't want to drag anyone else
into her already fucked up life, however, so she chose to leave him – and their
situation – alone.

"Look who I found at the coat check," Edward said with a grin. Emmett's eyes
traveled up the length of her body before settling on her face.

"It's good to see you," he said, leaning in to give Rose a kiss on the cheek. "You
look incredible.

"Thanks. And it's good to see you too." She smiled and clutched her evening
bag tight against her.

"Did you come with anyone special?" Bella asked, making small talk as the four
of them entered the theater area.

"Nope. Although I could think of someone who would fit the bill." Emmett
glanced at Rose out the side of his eye. The small gesture made her already
flaming-with-a-blush cheeks glow even more.

"Why don't you join us?" Edward gestured to the empty fourth chair next to
where Rose would sit. "We only RSVPd to Peter for three."

"You don't mind?" Emmett's question was for all of them, but his eyes were on
Rose while he spoke it.

"It's fine," she said, not wanting to look – or act – rude at a company event.
There was no need to give out ammunition to her boss, or anyone else in the
branch for that matter.

Emmett pulled her chair out before Rose had a chance to. She smiled tightly
and took a seat. Dinner was served before the performance, and Peter had just
gotten onstage to give his annual holiday speech.

"That ass," Bella muttered, taking a swig of wine. Edward chuckled and
squeezed her hand gently.

"Thank you for coming out tonight," their boss began. "The holidays are a hectic
time, but it's nice to have a chance to celebrate them with the faces we get to
see each and every day."

Rose rolled her eyes. "Give me a break."

Peter continued. "As you all know, First Bank is proud to give back to the local
Hopkins community, especially during the holidays. This year we've decided to
'adopt' a family in the community who is in need of a little extra help and cheer
this Christmas."

Rose felt the color drain from her cheeks. She's completely forgotten about the
annual holiday donation collection. In a few minutes, Peter would send around
donation envelopes, and all she had was a measly five-dollar bill in her purse.

"The bank has decided to match employee contributions this year," Peter went
on. "The family will receive Christmas dinner, a tree, and an assortment of gifts
for the household members. So, I – and the First Bank management team – ask
that you place your contribution in one of the envelopes that Jessica is passing
around. Information on the family will be posted in the branch next Monday."

Rose reached in her purse and pulled the five dollars out discreetly. When the
envelope got to her, she tucked the money in as quickly as she could, hoping
that nobody – especially Emmett – saw the amount she'd donated.

"Who picked the family?" Bella wondered aloud while Edward deposited a stack
of twenties into the envelope.

"Maybe the mayor suggested them or something?" Edward offered.

"Maybe," Emmett agreed.

Rose listened as they continued to discuss the charitable act. As always, her
mind had returned to her own family's problems, and the solution that she
feared – and somehow knew – wouldn't come. She couldn't help but feel guilty
for celebrating the holidays when her children wouldn't get anything to celebrate
with.

As waiters began to bring out food, Rose closed her eyes and took a deep
breath.

I wish someone – or something – would show me how to make things better –
for me, for mom, and especially for the kids.

Now, if only wishes like these would come true.

-TW-

Four days later, Rose still didn't have a solution. Christmas Eve was there, she'd
taken the night off from work, and as she stood at the stove stirring a packet of
processed powdery cheese into a pot of soggy macaroni, she couldn't help but
feel like a failure in the parenting department.

"Nana told me why we're having mac and cheese." Joey's words startled Rose,
and the wooden spoon she'd been holding fell to the floor. Oh, mom, you didn't.

"And why is that, sweet girl?"

"Because it's Santa Clause's favorite, and he can smell it from all the way up in
the sky."

Rose smiled. Her mom was a genius. "That's right, Jo-Jo. And you know what
else Santa Clause loves?"

"Cookies and milk?"

"Mmm hmm. Did you and grandma make a special cookie plate yesterday?"

Joey nodded enthusiastically. "Grandma let me pick out the cookies."

"I bet you picked the best ones!" Rose wrapped her arms around her daughter
and squeezed her in a tight hug. "Go wash up and tell nana dinner is almost
ready."

"NANA!" the blonde beauty yelled as she ran across the kitchen. "Dinner is
ready and we have to wash our hands!"

Rose tossed the dirty wooden spoon into the sink and started getting dishes and silverware together. She was about to set the table when the doorbell rang.

"Ma? Can you get that?" she shouted.

"I'm changing David," Rebecca yelled back. Rose let out a frustrated sigh and
set the stack of plates in the center of the table. The doorbell rang again.

"I'm coming!" she shouted, wiping her hands on the front of her jeans. As she
neared the door, she swore she could hear people singing Christmas carols.
What the hell?

"Who-?" Rose's words stopped abruptly when she opened the door and caught
sight of the scene in front of her house. Edward and Bella stood before her,
holding two large bags full of presents. Bank employees were scattered across
her lawn, setting up Christmas decorations and stringing lights in the trees.
Peter and Emmett were busy unloading a large tree from the back of Emmett's
truck, and others were waiting behind her friends with grocery bags full of food.

"Merry Christmas!" Bella winked and stepped around Rose and into the house.

"Who's at the door?" Rebecca entered the front room and stopped. Her eyes
grew wide and she covered her lips with her hand. Rose opened her mouth to
say something, but the words didn't come out. Instead, a steady stream of tears
began falling from her eyes.

"Where should we put the tree?" Peter asked when he and Emmett reached the
door.

"This way, gentlemen," Edward said, winking at Rose and kissing the top of her
head. Bella sidled up next to her friend and wrapped an arm around her
shoulders.

"Merry Christmas, sweetie," she whispered once more. Rose turned to face her
and shook her head in disbelief.

"What is all this?"

"We adopted you," Bella said with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

"You're the family Peter was talking about when he passed out the donation
envelopes last week," Bella explained. More tears welled up behind Rose's eyes.

"I don't understand. How did he know?" Bella simply smiled and looked across
the room. Rose followed her gaze and was surprised by who she saw. "Emmett
told him?"

"He left out the gory details, but yes."

"Why would he do that?"

"He cares a lot about you, Rose. It wasn't just a one-night fling for him, sweetie.
And even though you've done your best to avoid his advances, he just wants to
see you –and the kids – happy." Bella squeezed her friend's shoulder
supportively. "We've all seen the toll this year has taken on you, and yet you
continue to forge ahead. You work, you take care of three amazing children, you
support an entire household on your own, and even when things aren't going as
planned, you still manage to keep a smile on your face. If anyone deserves to
have a Merry Christmas, it's you."

Rose said nothing to Bella. Instead, she threw her arms around her friend and
allowed her silent tears to transform into full on sobs.

Joey ran into the room and tugged on Rebecca's pants. "Nana, Nana! Can you
help put the angel on the tree?"

"Of course, sweetheart." The older woman scooped her granddaughter up in her
arms and headed for the living room. Rose and Bella followed close behind.
Strings of lights and beautiful ornaments decorated the tree that Edward,
Emmett, and Peter had set up. Dozens of presents sat in piles beneath the
branches, and stockings now hung on the main wall. Emmett removed the
plastic covering from the angel tree topper and handed it to Joey with a smile.
Rebecca held the girl up and everyone watched on as she slid the beautiful
decoration onto the tree's pointed top.

"It's perfect," Emmett said with a wink. She smiled and nodded at him through
her fresh stream of tears.

Emmett was right.

Everything about that night screamed perfection.

-TW-

Three hours later the bank crew had finished decorating the house – inside and
out – and had started piling back into the cars they arrived in.

"Thank you so much, Peter." Rose smiled at her boss who, for the first time, she
could see compassion in.

"You're welcome!" He went in to shake her hand, but Rose grabbed him up in a
hug instead.

"I'll see you Wednesday," she said with a smile. Peter simply nodded and
headed out.

"Merry Christmas, Rosie," Bella whispered, giving her best friend a hug and a
kiss on the cheek.

"I love you two so much." Rose looked back and forth between Edward and
Bella and smiled.

"We love you too," Edward said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and
squeezing her against him. When he pulled away, he withdrew an envelope from
the inside of his coat and handed it to Rose. "This is a little something from the
guys at my office."

Just when she thought the tears had dried up, someone did something to make
them start all over again. "Edward, you didn't have to do this."

"I know I didn't. But, I wanted to, and so did they."

Rose held the card tightly in her hands and sniffled. "What would I do without
the two of you in my life?"

"Go crazy?" Bella joked.

"Too late," Rose laughed.

"I know you have all the fixings for a grand Christmas dinner tomorrow, but
you're welcome to come by my parents' place if you'd like," Edward said,
grabbing Bella's hand. "Carlisle and Esme would love to see you and the kids."

"Thanks, Edward. We'll think about it." Rose gave her friends a small wave and
watched as they disappeared down the street to where Edward's truck was
parked. Once everyone had cleared out of the house, Rose locked up the front
door and made her way to the kitchen.

"Mom…" her words trailed off when she saw Emmett sitting at the table. He had
a cup of cider in his hand and a smile on his face.

"She put the kids to bed and went to read," he explained. Rose took a seat
across from him and blew out a shaky breath.

"Why are you still here?" she wondered. Emmett's face fell, and she hurried to
explain. "I didn't mean it like that, Emmett. It's just that I haven't treated you
very well after that night. If I was you, I wouldn't be sitting across from me
right now."

"I'm here because I want to be," he answered simply. "It's not fair, and it never
was, for me to expect you to be ready to date anyone after all that you've been
through this year. I don't blame you for pushing me away, Rose. I just wish
you'd have said something instead of giving me the cold shoulder."

"I wasn't sure what to say." Rose took a deep breath and gave herself a minute
to collect her thoughts. "I like you, Emmett. I like you a lot, and that night we
spent together only intensified what I already felt. But things were so difficult at
home, and I've had so much on my plate since Royce left, that I didn't want to
drag you into my own personal circus."

"I understand where you're coming from. But, perhaps you should let me decide
whether I want to be a part of any personal circus or not?" Emmett took her
hand in his and squeezed it. "For the record, I would love to be part of your
personal circus. Because, as crazy as it may get, it seems like an incredible
circus to get in on."

Rose shook her head and laughed. It was the first hearty laugh she'd let out in
months, and it felt wonderful. "So what now? It's been so long since I've done
this."

"We could start with a date," Emmett suggested. "How about dinner and a
movie on Friday night?"

Somewhere deep inside, Rose felt a twinge of emotion. It was warm, yet
threatened to send chills down her spine and take her breath away. She hadn't
felt it since months before Royce filed for divorce, and up until that moment,
she wasn't sure she'd ever feel it again. "Dinner and a movie sound perfect."

"Good." Emmett squeezed her hand once more and grinned. The smile Rose wore matched his, and as they sat together at the table in silence, she found herself filled with hope.

Someone out there had heard her wish.

Someone out there had helped to make this the most spectacular Christmas yet.

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A/N: Unlike my other piece, this one happens to be factual! However, I can't for the life of me find the link to the RL situation that inspired this. I'll continue searching and with any luck I'll locate it and I can then post it.
Just a few fun tidbits to add -
Hopkins is my hometown. So, it was kinda kool to set a story there.
MainStreet is a real bar. In fact, it's the one my social circle frequents.
The Chanhassen Dinner Theater is a pretty awesome place. :)

Thanks for coming by to read this!

xo