CHAPTER 19 - AT PEACE WITH YOU

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Elara only chuckled, shaking her head in response and walk towards the door to show herself out, gesturing Rosalie to do the same. "No. I'd like to discharge my children from here earlier than they should be and I thank you for taking them in but they'll never be coming back. I'll be raising a complaint to your superior with the way you handle the situation."

Rosalie reluctantly retreated as well but not before giving the woman a stinky eye and a scoff, all the time holding her tongue to not curse the living daylight out of the woman.

Elara hold the door open for her and before closing it, she smiled  at Mrs. Smith guilty stricken figure. "The next time you say something about my parenting and choice of partner, make sure you're doing it any better."

Elara thought back the time when a boy made a disgusting comment about her in the hallway resulting to Rosalie giving him a good beating and flash a mocking smile. "Oh wait, your son Jackson, he's in my class. Is he any better now? Teach him manners will you?" She said sarcastically, closing the door with a bang and holding Rosalie's other hand to calm her down again and with a single twirl of Elara's wand, they vanished from the empty corridor.



Rosalie felt as though she was being flushed through a pipe, feeling as though her body being sucked into a cramped contraption. She tried to get out but the thing that was making her trapped vanished as soon as it came and Rosalie found herself in a quite cosy living room of the Black's household.

Her eyes snapped back towards Rory who's still hiccuping in her arms, the little blond's head resting on the crook of the cold one's neck making Rosalie's heart melt. "Oh Rory."

"They were so mean to me and Teddy, Roselie." Rory mumbled, her littles hands fisting the woman's jacket. "They were making fun of how I speak and won't leave me alone. Why were they like that?"

Rosalie glance up towards the equally sad looking Elara before dropping kisses on the little girl's head. "That's how ignorant people act, honey. If you are different from them, they'll be threatened of what you can do and what you are. They will take their insecurities out by bullying and making fun of people and the only thing you can do, is to fight back."

Rory was now looking up at her slightly, her body still quite attached to the woman and listening intently to what the vampire was saying. "You fight back no matter how much pain it brought you."

Rory pouted,  "But the meanie said I'm just a girl."

Snorting a bit, Rosalie rolled her eyes at that. She hold both side of the little girl's cheeks, looking at her straight to her eyes. "Whatever he said, it doesn't mean anything. You being a girl won't stop you from doing anything you set your mind to. You are more than just a girl, you can be anything, you are more than anything."

Rory's eyes shined bright, sinking in all Rosalie's words, taking the woman by surprise by hugging her tightly to which so reciprocated.










The day was eventful for each and everyone of them, more so the children than the adults inside the household. The children were now situated in their respective rooms while the adults were trying to get ready for bed.

Hermione just got back from work with her child and had been filled in by the event transpired within the center and was enraged by the audacity of the daycare teacher.

Despite her being the levelheaded one, people hurting her niece and  nephew is a different story. She was ready to disapparate to find the woman but being the ever so prepared Elara, the wand that was on the brunette's side disappear making her glower at the culprit but Elara isn't at all bothered by her and just waved her off and retreat to her room.

She found Rosalie on the bed flipping pages through a magazine elegantly and tiptoed towards her lightly to not bother the woman but Rosalie glance up at her, amused. "You know I can feel you right?"

Elara sheepishly scratch her neck, beaming a smile in response and took a sit on the side of the bed. "I know."

Comfortable silence enveloped them both. Having Rosalie inside the Black's room felt natural for Elara. It's as if she have been living with them the whole time and the fact that Rosalie look comfortable being around them, means everything to Elara. It got her thinking how it would be like if the blonde moved in with them, it would be so much better.

Elara shook head for thinking ahead, blame it on her being a lesbian for taking everything so quick. They haven't even talk about their relationship any further yet, though they agreed on taking things slow.

Painfully slow.

Elara internally grumbled at that and rolled her eyes at herself before glancing back at her mate who was already looking at a teasing smile on her lips. "What's on your head, lovely?" Rosalie teased, causing an embarrassed Elara to be flustered.

"Oh I was thinking of what to do tomorrow. I can't let them be by themselves so I have to take some time off from work which I doubt Mr. Greene would be so happy since I just started working. It would gave me very bad impression but I don't really care, it's my children we're talking about." Elara rambled on her flustered state, looking sheepish as finished talking. "I can't really find a nanny that fast that's good enough to take care of my kids."

A sudden idea popped in Rosalie's mind. Esme would've been a great choice to take care of the kids for a day while Elara's still looking for a suitable nanny for the children, but she still have this doubt in her mind that the adorable kids would be safe around her mother figure. Sure Esme is great at caring other people, but there's this certain feeling that made her so apprehensive in making her idea known but she brushed it off instantly, thinking, its her overprotectiveness talking. "What if we let Esme babysit them?"

Elara raised an eyebrow at her in question. "Who's Esme?"

Rosalie tilted her head, fishing her phone out to call Esme. "My mother in all intent and purposes."

















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