A/N This is just another short one-shot that came to mind the other day. I hope that you enjoy. It's canon...Also I like to thank Loki's Only Love for looking this over for me though I tweaked it a bit after she gave it back to me so if there are any mistakes they are mine...
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. Stephenie Meyers has that privilege.
His Angel
He never knew anyone quite like his angel. She was fierce, protective, loyal to a fault, and sexy as hell. And she was his as he was hers for all eternity. Growing up in Tennessee he was struggling to survive while the country was deep in the Great Depression. He lived day to day hoping that the next day would be better. No matter how tough things got he believed that things would get better. He figured they couldn't get worse. He was both right and wrong. One day he went hunting for something to eat when he came too close to a bear cave and was attacked. He thought he was going to die but then his angel had come and saved him. At the time though he wasn't conscious of much, only the sensation of flying. He didn't even know that she was the one who saved him until she told him. Hers was the first face he saw upon awakening from the change. She looked like an angel. Her long blonde hair framed her face as she watched him with ocher colored eyes. He had never seen eyes that color before. Their color was so vivid he could see the tiny specks of color like he was standing too close to an impressionist painting. She seemed to be studying him as intently as he was her. And when she spoke, asking if he was okay, he thought that her voice sounded like bells. He told her so and earned a chuckle from her. In that moment he vowed to make her laugh as often as he could.
"Emmett?" Her voice called to him bringing him out of his memories.
"Yes?"
"Are you staring at my legs again?"
"They are the sexiest pair of legs I've ever seen," he answered her. She was wearing tightly fitted overalls. Even though he was laying under the jeep and couldn't see her face, he knew she was rolling her eyes. A moment later, her head appeared, a few strands of hair escaping her bun. He ached to touch them but he was supposed to be helping with repairs.
"We're supposed to be getting the jeep ready for the weekend," she reminded him.
"It will be," he told her confidently. He knew that their whole family wanted to go camping and needed the jeep to store all of their equipment.
"Well, get back to work. You can stare at my legs later."
"Yes, Rosie."
She tried to give him a stern look but ended up smiling softly at the use of his nickname for her. He gave her a salacious smile back and she kicked his foot causing him to chuckle.
"Work now, play later," she told him, reiterating her earlier sentiment .
He started working again knowing that later couldn't come soon enough. He loved his angel and couldn't wait to show her.