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Chapter 2: Emmett POV
I watched my baby sister in her lap. She was beautiful. Even though she was only three, her hair was long and wavy and came down to her back. I knew she would have wavy hair from how it looked when she was a baby, but still, it was shocking how much she grew. She would definitely be a heart-breaker. That is, if me, Edward, and Jasper even gave her a chance to date. I doubt it, though. Those two were more protective than me, and that's saying something.
"Emmybear, wiw you get me a wed popsicle?" she asked. She was so cute in her little baby voice.
"Sure, kiddo," I said. I moved her off my lap, and went to the freezer.
Right after we adopted her, Esme went out and bought all of this food that we would get her to try. Alice went and bought so many baby clothes for her to try out. She was determined to make her a fashion-crazed pixie like her. I would not have my little Tinker Bell end up like Alice, the evil Tinker Bell. I think of them as one person with alternate personalities. Carmen is the good Tinker Bell, and Alice is the evil, crazy one. It fits.
"Here you go, sweetie," I said, handing her the red popsicle.
"Thanks, Emmett," she chimed.
Carmen could speak very well. She only used her baby voice to get what she wanted. Now, she wasn't spoiled at all, but we did treat her like it. Carlisle has been trying to teach her everything about math and science. She learns so fast, it's hard to watch. She only spoke properly around me because she was closest to me. Around everyone else she acted like any ignorant, naive three-year-old would. They all thought she was incoherent when in reality, she understood everything they said except for the really big words which she would ask me about later.
Carmen crawled back onto my lap, and sucked on the popsicle successfully getting the dripping red juice all over her hands and sundress.
"Oops," she said.
I smiled at her. I could never get mad at her. She was just so lovable and aboslutely adorable.
"It's okay, Tinker Bell. Let's just hide from Alice before she tries to hurt me for ruining your dress."
She nodded furiously. I took her to the kitchen to get the sticky juice off her hands. The dress was much harder. I ended up just changing her into jeans and a Tinker Bell t-shirt.
"Emmett!" Alice yelled. "You ruined her dress! I can't believe you!"
"Ali, what's wong?" Carmen asked sweetly with a baby smile on her face.
Alice just melted at her voice and cute face. Carmen did have the cutest dimples. Rosalie said she was like a mini me.
"Nothing, honey, just Emmett ruined your pretty dress," she said, sneering on my name.
"I'm sorry, Alice," I apologized sheepishly.
"Sorry won't bring back her dress. Come on, Carmen, let's go play dress up.
"But, Emmy wa gonna play hide-and-seek wit me."
"Oh, well, okay, but we can play later, right?" Alice asked, putting on the famous Cullen pout.
Carmen nodded furiously again.
"Come on, Tink," I said. "Let's go hide."
"Okay, Emmy! Bye, Alice!"
I smirked at Alice while walking away. She glared at me. Suddenly the saying "If looks could kill" made sense. I would be dead if it was true.
"Emmy, I wanna watch TV," my adorable, and favorite, sister said.
"Okay, what you wanna watch?" I asked.
She shrugged. "Anytin."
Still the most adorable and cutest girl ever.
"Carmen!" Alice yelled a few hours later.
"Alice, shut up, she's asleep," I whisper-yelled.
"Oh, sorry, Emmett, sorry, Carmen," she whispered.
"I'll put her to bed."
I walked to her room at human speed. It was right across from me and Rose's room. Alice didn't want the pink theme so she made it Purple in the X11 color. It just looks like purple to me, but the girls (except for Bella) insist there's a difference.
Her room is pretty amazing. Her bed is like a bunk bed but there's no bed on the bottom. There's a ladder to go up and a slide to go down. The bottom part has two sheets that can slide apart to open to her own personal space.
Then she has a walk-in closet, of course, courtesy to Rose, Alice, and Nessie. She has a lot of toys and stuffed animals. Her room is every little girls dream.
I carefully set her in her bed, and made sure the covers were around her. Her hair was splayed out all over her pillow. I watched her chest rise and fall until I sensed someway in the doorway.
"She loves you, you know?" Rosalie said.
"I know."
"You might as well be her father."
"I don't know. She sees me more as a best friend, her older brother." I turned around to face my wife. "And her favorite one at that."
She chuckled, and came over to kiss me.
"I'm her favorite sister, you know?"
"You might not want to say that out loud, Rose. Alice might hear you."
"I can take pixie."
"I can hear you, you know?" Alice called.
"Speak of the devil," Rosalie murmured.
I laughed quietly, careful not to wake up Carmen. We walked out of the room, closing the door behind us.
