The McCarthy Lies- Part 1

(Emmett POV)

"So, your mother's name was…"

"Laura McCarthy."

"And your father was…"

"Henry McCarthy."

"And your brothers were…"

"Henry, Clyde, and David McCarthy."

"And your sister was…"

"Amelia McCarthy. I had a dog too, if that helps."

"Be serious, this is important to me!"

"Then talk to Edward, this is boring," I sighed. Rosalie and I were lying in a clearing on the mountain, as she asked about my family past. I'd never really paid much attention to any of it; I'd never expected my soulmate to be obsessed with a little boy who looked like me.

"So, Henry was a family name from your father's side?" Rosalie persisted.

"Yes," I replied and rolled my eyes. The number of times we'd been over this… well, Rosalie was obsessed.

"You really have no clue, do you?" Rosalie smiled. I shrugged and grinned. She sighed and there was silence. I decided to move onto a topic I knew more about.

"I love you, Rose," I beamed at her and she laughed.

"I love you too, Emmett. Even if you drive me totally crazy!" she laughed again, and I smirked.

"Oh really? I drive you crazy, Miss Three-Hours-to-Get-Dressed?" I snorted.

"Actually, it's Mrs," she reminded me, and I chuckled.

"If you didn't keep sending me back, it would take so long!" I then mimicked Rosalie, "Are you really going to wear that out?"

Rosalie giggled.

"Emmett! You weren't this funny as a human," Rosalie giggled and I rolled my eyes.

"Considering my human life with you consisted of being mauled by a bear and being bitten by Carlisle, that isn't a big surprise," I replied.

"No! I mean when we met before that?" Rosalie laughed. I turned to face her eagerly.

"Like a past life?" I asked brightly, "Is your memory that good?"

"No! Remember when we first met?" Rosalie said, and pushed me playfully.

"Tell me," I asked. Rosalie's human theories were impressive, especially afterlives, and to a lesser degree, prelives.

"Remember, about a week before Carlisle changed you… I was in that alleyway… you told me it was dangerous for a girl to go down there… you insisted that I go home…" Rosalie said, and I shook my head.

"Nope, I got nothing," I said brightly, "And besides, I think I was visiting my little nephew then anyway."

"Emmett! Don't be so mean!" Rosalie said, her eyes sparkling.

"I'm serious! I honestly remember that!" I persisted. Rosalie sighed.

"You must have come back then!" Rosalie said simply, and I did not bother to point out I'd gone from my nephew house to go hiking. There was always a good chance I was wrong.

"Remember, how you were really bad at flirting back then, and I laughed anyway?" Rosalie tried. I shook my head.

"No. And for the record, I was always good," I grinned and kissed her. Rosalie giggled, and then tossed her hair over her shoulder, looking serious.

"Emmett! You have got to remember! It was the first time we ever met!" Rosalie insisted.

"No, but I do remember the bear one if that helps," I offered.

"I guess your human memories aren't that strong after all," Rosalie sighed.

"I thought we already knew that?" I asked, pretending to be confused. Rosalie laughed.

"Do you at least remember asking me if I was Catholic when we were going home? You said that your father wasn't very religious, and you knew he was going to hell?"

"Father going to Hell? Oh, you must have met David!" I exclaimed, somewhat pleased, and then my jaw dropped in horror.