AN: Hey everyone! Welcome to another new story. This idea came to me and was originally only going to be a one shot for the SMC contest. I knew exactly who I wanted to co-author this story with me. So I whined, I begged and she took pity on me.

Introducing…mischief-maker1 as Emmett.

Kick back and enjoy the ride!

And a special thanks to our Masterbeta –Fiberkitty. Whose comments on this first chapter rocked my world. (I have a feeling this may be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.)

Make sure you leave us a review or I'll have Rose come kick your ass! You know she could. Just Kidding!!

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Emmett POV

Damn it! I thought as I raced home. I worked for one of the largest Architecture firms in the state, and had to meet a client on a Saturday. Damn it.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, I had to go with Rosie to this dumb party tonight. I hate this shit. Just because my gorgeous, beautiful, sexiest wife on the fucking planet was on some garden party invite list, we had to go to some hoity-toity, hors devours, tiny fucking finger sandwiches event tonight when what I really wanted to do was watch the damned football game.

My precious Tennessee Titans were playing the damned Cowboys and I had a fucking shitload of money riding on my boys to win. There was no way in hell I was going to pay Whitlock a dime or wear a Dallas Cowboys shirt to work on Monday. Nope, not gonna happen.

But no, I couldn't sit back, pop open a brew and chill out in front of my big assed hundred and nine inch screen because my wife insisted I accompany her to a fucking garden party. Who the hell has garden parties at night anyway? Ain't that shit supposed to be at brunch when us dudes actually are doing something worthwhile? Like, washing the car or some shit?

I sighed as I drove my jeep, my baby, up into the driveway. Rosalie's fire engine red Mercedes SUV was parked, shiny and bright at the ready for us to take tonight. She had loved it when I bought it for her as her birthday present. Besides, that was a way cooler car for her to carpool in than a freakin' minivan.

I stepped inside and heard a chorus of "Daddy! Daddy!"

I smiled as I scooped up five year old Hope and two year old Faith in my arms. "Hey guys! Miss me?"

"Always Daddy!" Hope said as she snuggled into my neck.

"Dad-dy." Faith said. She was still trying to master the talking thing, but she was managing it pretty well.

"Are you ready for Angela to baby-sit you tonight?"

"Yeah! She is always so much fun!" Hope said.

"Hope! Faith! Clean up this mess, NOW!" All three of us winced and Rosalie came into the foyer. "How many times must I ask you to clean up the play-dough? You know Mommy and Daddy have to leave soon. Please clean up now, or I won't let Angela get pizza for you tonight."

That started a round of tears and I said, "Come on girls, I'll help you clean up. Mommy can go get ready."

Rosalie sighed. "Emmett…why do you always have to make me out to be the bad guy?"

"Me? I'm just trying to help the girls and give you some time!" I told her.

She shook her head. "Fine." She said, sounding almost defeated. "I'll be upstairs getting ready."

"Rose…"

"Save it Emmett." And with that, she turned and all but stomped upstairs.

I blew out a breath. I can never do anything right. I helped the girls clean up, put on "Finding Nemo" for them to watch, and walked upstairs. I saw my angel fixing her hair at the vanity. "Babe? What did I do?"

She looked at me in the mirror. "I try and try Emmett and you just don't get it. I want our girls to realize they have to clean up their own messes!"

"And they do, most of the time. Daddy just helped them out a bit, that's all."

She let out a snort. "Take a shower. We need to get going."

I sensed she was still mad at me, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out why helping the girls was wrong. I stripped out of my work clothes and hurried through my shower, taking care to shave and try to fix my hair half-ass before I put on Rosalie's favorite cologne. I sneered at the clothes she had lain out for me. A suit. And a tie. Fuck.

I got dressed and went back downstairs. She was giving Angela the last minute instructions and quickly looked me up and down. A smile graced her face and she said, "You clean up good McCarty."

I grinned. "You said the same thing to me on our first date."

She laughed. "Come on. Let's go."

I drove her car. She didn't want to get into my jeep. Too, I think she liked impressing everyone with her ride. She didn't understand how we could have so much money and I still wanted to drive my jeep. Women just didn't understand…

We arrived, and yup, sure enough, the party was shit. Fairy lights and cucumber sandwiches and not a damned cocktail weenie in sight. I caught sight of Whitlock and strolled over. " Alice bring you to this shit?"

He nodded as he tugged on his tie. "Apparently Esme Cullen is the quote; 'crème de la crème" of these things and she is the chair of their…whatever, so, yeah."

I rolled my eyes, downed my champagne and made my way back to Rosalie. She was finishing up a conversation with her friend Bella. "Rosie? This blows. Can we go home now?"

She glared at me. "No. Damn it Emmett. Put on your big boy pants and deal with this!"

"This shit is stupid. I'm hungry and I want to watch my fucking football game!" I shouted back at her.

"You can never do anything for me, can you?" She asked as the sobs started. Great. And I was the bastard that made her cry.

"Rose, I just…I don't like shit like this."

And just like that, the waterworks stopped. "I don't give a shit Emmett! You are going to do this one thing for me! You never do anything to help me! I cook! I clean! I gave up my job and my life for you and our girls! And all you do is undermine my authority!"

"How the hell do I do that? You've got my damn balls in your pocket Rosalie. I don't stand a chance! All the men at work laugh at me because I have to ask if I can go out with them!"

"You shouldn't WANT to go out with them! You should want to go out with ME!" She slapped my face and ran off.

My shoulders slumped. I'm such an ass. "Rose!" I ran after her, through the garden and into the kitchen of the house. "Rose, stop! Okay!"

"No Emmett! You never appreciate anything I do for you! I try and I try and you act like it's my job. Well let me tell you, I look after you, after those babies because I LOVE them and I love you. But I will not be looked at as your slave!"

Just then, a waiter bumped into us. "Whoa dudes, you need to chill out. Here, have a brownie." He handed a small square to me and one to Rosalie.

She glared at him and downed it, followed by the rest of her champagne. I popped mine in my mouth as well. "Rose…"

"Emmett, I hope one day you get to feel like what it is like to be me. Because you couldn't handle it."

I snorted. "Please. You go to the grocery store. You take Hope to school. You run and play baby party with Alice and Bella all day. You clean when you feel like it. That is not work. I could do it blindfolded."

Tears pooled in her eyes and one spilled over onto her cheek. That was when I realized I took it too far. She sniffed and I started to apologize when she said, "Take me home Emmett. I don't want to do this. I don't even want to look at you."

I opened my mouth again, but then shut it. My foot was in it anyway. I grabbed the keys from my pocket and we walked through the house to the front door.

The ride home was quiet. Neither of us had anything to say. When we got home, I paid Angela and I said to Rosalie as the babysitter let herself out, "I'm sleeping in the guest room, aren't I?"

"Damn straight," Was the last words she said to me.

I blew out a breath and walked upstairs. I popped my head in to check on each of the girls, who were both sleeping peacefully, before I stripped down to my boxers and fell onto the bed, exhaustion taking over me.

I awoke the next morning in our bed. Which was odd because I really didn't remember getting up and coming in here. I lifted my head and saw that I was on Rose's side of the bed. Did we make up and I forgot it? What happened?

I stood shakily, though I wasn't sure why. I blinked again and tried to focus. For some reason, I felt really strange. I made my way to the bathroom and reached down to grab Emmett Junior when…he wasn't there.

I looked down only to find a beautiful pair of tits staring back at me. What the hell? I ran over to the mirror only to find Rosalie staring back at me. "Rosie, baby, you won't believe…" Then I noticed it was her voice saying the words. I lifted my hand, and she lifted hers. I reached up and grabbed my hair, pulling it around to my face…it was blond.

Oh shit, I've switched bodies with my wife. That was the last thought I had before the world spun and I hit the floor.

Rose POV

I struggled to open my eyes. What the hell had happened last night? How did a simple garden party turn into a free for all between me and Emmett? All I had wanted was a night of adult conversation.

Did he not understand that the majority of my days were spent with our two year old watching Dora the Explorer or the Backyardigans? Fuck, if I had to hear Dora sing "Backpack, Backpack" one more time I would rip my hair out.

Of course he didn't understand. He spent his days at the office surrounded by adults. The only time I got that was when Bella, Alice and I got the kids together for play dates and those were getting farther and farther apart due to everyone's busy schedules.

Was it too much to ask for an adults night out that didn't involve a busty waitress serving us hot wings and watered down beer? No it wasn't! Could he just give me this one night? NO! He had to go act like a fucking baby, whining about watching another football game.

Like I really wanted to be at Esme's party. Most of those people did not know a begonia from their butt, but hey, I'm Rosalie Hale McCarty and I am expected to move in certain circles. However, I knew as soon as I saw him in that suit that we wouldn't last long at the party. The only thing better than Emmett in a suit was him out of it. Make an appearance, schmooze the socials and get the hell out. That was until he started in on me.

If he had just said he wanted to be alone with me, wine me, dine me, sixty-nine me, anything, I would have been out of there in a heartbeat. But all he was concerned about was his precious Titan's game. So I had pulled out the big guns.

I had cried - in front of every stuck up bitch I knew - I had cried. Not really of course, that shit is what Bella pulls. I swear she can wrap Edward's dick around her little pinky with those brown eyes full of tears. But I figured it was worth a try; so I forced a few sobs hoping to make my point.

Didn't work though. That stupid comment about 'not liking shit like this' sent me over the edge. Like I enjoy watching Vin Diesel movies every weekend, or listening to country music whenever Jasper comes over, not to mention his obsession with Elvis. I put up with my fair of stuff, so should he.

I guess it was a combination of the champagne and the conversation I had with Bella about Edward taking her away for the weekend - just because she is such a fantastic wife and mother that made me snap.

All the cooking, the cleaning, never once has he said thank you. I was a promising architect just like him when we met in school. One year into my career and BAM, pill fails, hello Hope. Everything I had planned changed with those two pink lines on the pregnancy stick.

Granted we were lucky. My father had promoted Emmett in his firm so we could have a comfortable life. I was going to be a stay at home mommy, daddy brings home the bacon and we live happily ever after. Unfortunately, it didn't work out quite that easy.

My father never did approve of me marrying a backwoods mountain man from Tennessee as he likes to call Emmett. Nothing he ever does is good enough for my father. More than once he has talked about opening his own firm but he stays so we can have the security we are used to.

For that I am grateful. I try to show him by running an impeccable house. I do all the shopping, errands, laundry. You name it, I take care of it. He has two gorgeous daughters and a wife who didn't eat carbs or sugar for three months after giving birth so she could fit into a skintight Catwoman suit to match his Batman costume for the office Halloween party. Everything I do is because I love him. I want him to be proud of his family, happy with his life.

But last night he made me feel worthless. Like nothing I did was important. Like taking care of our house and family didn't matter as much as his office job. And before it was over with the fake sobs had become real tears. Fuck - I hate to cry!

And to top it off I did something I had never done before. I slapped him. Granted we had our fair share of screaming matches but never had I struck him. By the time it was over all I wanted was to go home and curl up in our bed and wait for morning.

I finally opened my eyes and glanced around our spare bedroom. Surely, I hadn't come in here for make up sex. And if I had surely I would have remembered. Sex with Emmett was nothing less than spectacular every time. However, I had drunk quite a few champagne cocktails before our throw down.

I placed my hands on my outer thighs…silky boxers…definitely make up sex. I loved to put on Em's shorts after we made love. I guess I had caved and had made my way here during the night.

I glanced over at the clock on the night stand...six-thirty. The girls should sleep at least another couple of hours. As long as we had made up I wanted another proper fucking, one I could enjoy this time.

Maybe I could jump in the shower and get myself clean before Emmett woke up.

I made my way back to our bedroom and noticed the empty bed.

Hmm… maybe he is already in the shower? That would be a very nice way to wake up, feeling his large hands soap up my body, letting the hot water caress my head as I take him in my mouth.

I felt a strange sensation in my lower region. I looked down to see a massive cock straining against the boxers I was wearing.

What the fuckin hell?

I ran to the bathroom and there lying on the floor was my body. I turned and looked into the mirror. Staring back was my husband. Curly brown hair, blue eyes, dimples and all - Emmett Aaron McCarty.

"Em?" Oh dear God, that's his voice.

I took one more look at my lifeless body on the bathroom floor and silently joined it.