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Chapter 1:

Emmett POV:

This meeting was sucking the life out of me. Who even gave a shit about top lines or bottom lines or margins? I'm the friggin' owner of the company, can't I just walk out whenever I want?

Calm the fuck down. She's going to be fine. It'll be all right.

Hey, I'm Emmett Cullen. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm stuck in a boring as fuck meeting, when I could meanwhile be at the hospital next to Rosalie who was currently in labor. Rosalie was 8 months pregnant with my baby. I still can't believe it; I'm going to be a father! The ultrasound technician told that we were having a baby girl. I'll have to admit, a few tears of joy escaped my eyes when I saw my little girl curled up in her mother's womb. I swore that day that my baby girl was going to be the most spoilt kid in the world. This little miracle wasn't born yet, and yet she had me wrapped around her little finger.

Back to the current situation. That night at the bar, a few beers, along with several shots of tequila ensured that I wouldn't know what was going on. All I knew was that the next day, I had a hangover of the magnitude infinity on the Richter scale. The hazy memory of the previous night included nothing but blonde tresses and sounds of moans.

Turns out, that night I had incidentally met one of my college mates, a woman named Rosalie Hale. Or I should rather say, a goddess. We started talking about our friends back from our college days, then about our careers, and then one thing led to another and we ended up in a bed, devouring each other's bodies. It was a well-known fact to my family and friends that I swung both ways, and that night I swung towards Rosalie and what turned out to be both the best and the worst nights of my life. Best, because it led me to the current situation. Worst, because of the events that helped us reach the current situation.

I still remember the day when she came knocking maniacally on my door at 1 fucking am. When I opened the door, I met face to face with a blonde woman who had mascara streaking down her cheeks. Seeing her distressed state, I opened the door wide enough for her to enter, and made her sit on the couch. After coaxing her into drinking a glass of water, I patted her back till she gained her bearings. And then she delivered those words that forever changed my life:

"I'm pregnant."

For a few minutes, I blankly stared at her. Was she frigging serious?

"Rosalie? Are you sure? Is... is this baby...m-mine?" I bumbled like an idiot.

"Of course Emmett! I'm not a slut who goes around falling on every man's dick!" She glared at me.

"Hey! I was just confirming!"

"What do I do now? I cannot have this baby right now. I just got a job at the modeling agency. They'll throw me out if I have a kid now!" she started to sob. I just hugged her to my side and slowly rubbed her arm in comfort. This was now a time for me to be the stronger one of us both. I should have realized that Rosalie wasn't someone who would need comfort.

"I hope after having this baby, you'll make an attempt to live like a family with me. Just imagine, we could be the perfect family in everyone's eyes! You could be the model dad, I'll be the ideal mother, and if this kid is going to be anything like the both of us, then the kid will be the best looking child in the whole world. I'm not bragging, just stating the facts."

"Bloody Hell! You want a family with me? Right now? I'm just 25 for fuck's sake, you can't tie me down!"

"Really, then just wait for my appointment with my doctor, for an ABORTION." Rosalie screeched.

"You bitch! You cannot kill my child! What is it that you want from me? My money? Name the price, and I'll pay it. But if you even talk about killing my baby…"

"Well, something seems to have finally grabbed your attention. Expect some papers at your doorstep within a week. You will get all my demands and wishes. Any further contact can be made with my lawyer. Remember Emmett, if you do not cooperate, always remember, I can fuck up this pregnancy." She said with a sinister gleam in her eyes.

That was the last that I had heard from Rosalie in person. She kept to her promise- I had a delivery for me within a week that had a list of all of her demands. She didn't want the custody of the child. She didn't want to have any sort of connection with the baby after the delivery of the baby, unless I was willing to make the effort to live like a pseudo-family with her. Fuck that bitch. Like hell she is going to be in my baby's life. I still don't understand why put my dick in her pussy. And even now, I only came to know about her going into labor through her side-bitch Alice. I hope this baby of mine will not be as fucked up as her mother.