You're the One for Me

Chapter Twenty-Two

**Still Rosalie's POV**

The next morning.....

I woke up to find my head resting on Ben's bare chest. Oh my God.

"Done staring, Rosie?" Ben asked me, almost making me jump.

"I haven't even started." I replied as I moved off of him.

"Yet. You haven't started staring yet."

"Yeah, sure."

"Benny!" A voice called from out in the hall.

"Is that Sara?" I asked him.

"Yeah. They probably brought her home late last night." He told me.

"I thought you said that she'd be home by next week."

"I guess I was wrong."

"Benny!" Sara shouted as she ran in and jumped onto the bed. "Hi Rosie!"

"You're not supposed to be yelling, kiddo." Ben told her.

"I know."

"Come here."

Sara made her way under the covers so she was lying between us.

"Why are you sleeping in Benny's bed?" Sara asked me curiously.

"She hurt her leg. She's okay, but then we watched a scary movie, and she didn't want to sleep alone." Ben explained.

"Oh, okay." She said.

She started moving around a bit and ended up going deeper into the covers. Ben trapped her under there, but then flinched in pain and she crawled back out again.

"You're a meanie!" Sara shouted at Ben.

"You're the one that punched me in the tummy." He replied.

"She was so close to a nut-shot. Too bad she missed. That would've killed you." I teased him.

"Don't push it, Rose." He warned me as Sara hit his stomach again, making him wince. "Jesus, Sara."

"Aw...is the little baby hurt?" I teased him again.

He glared at me. "Rose, I swear to-"

"No swearing!" Sara cut him off as she hit him again.

"Sara, please stop hitting me." He pleaded.

"Do it again." I told her.

The funny thing was, Sara did hit Ben again, and it was hilarious.

"I'm gonna hurt the both of you!" He threatened us.

"Oh really now? I'd like to see you try." I replied, smiling.

"Rosie...could you do my hair for me?" Sara asked me as she sat up.

"Of course, sweetie." I answered as I sat up properly and started dividing her hair so I could do a braid.

"Maybe you could do my hair afterwards." Ben joked.

"Yeah. I'll chuck the whole tub of gel on your head." I told him.

"Sure you will."

"I will. Don't you worry."

A minute or so went by with me doing Sara's hair and Ben watching me do her hair.

"You know, you staring at me isn't helping." I told him, smiling.

"There's nothing wrong with me being interested in what you're doing." He replied.

"You hardly ever used to watch me while I did Sara's hair." I said. "There you go, sweetie."