A/N Disclaimer; I own nothing. I wish that I did, especially Emmett.

Here is Chapter 2.

Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 2.

I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track
I looked 'round,
And I knew there was no turning back
My mind raced

(AC/DC – Thunderstruck)

Emmett POV

As I climbed into my Audi S5 coupe and started it up, I heard her purr gorgeously. I had the best car on the market at the moment and I knew that it was worth every penny of my extravagant contract that the Bears had me on.

I won't disclose my large pay packet that is graciously delivered to my bank account every weekend but it did make for comfortable living.

I'm the type of guy who spends his nights out and then goes to training in the morning, only to find a note from the girl that I had spent the night with, on my bench in a neat script. Funnily enough, it always ended in a phone number that I never touched.

Yeah, I was that guy. But hey, no one complained.

Emmett Dale McCarty-Cullen was me. But everyone knew me as Emmett Cullen, the Chicago Bears quarterback, with 2 Super bowls under my wing as well as 1 MVP award from my first super bowl. I was the guy that had the exact statistics for the current season as Tom Brady.

So I had a right to be that guy.

I know that I might seem cocky and over confident and have an ego that would rival the size of the state of Texas, but to my team mates and my family, I'm not that bad.

I'm the clown, the prankster and the all-around teddy bear of my family. I was also the son that my mother wanted grand kids from the most, well that's what it seemed like.

My mother, I love that woman to bits, but sometimes she can be the most annoying female ever …. No, scratch that. I've been with many much more annoying women.

But my mother always asks about girls and kids and even once came down to locker room to confront me about not telling her about some girl that I was caught in compromising position with, not a good story.

Deep down, I was the man that wanted the family, the kids and the wife that would cook to my heart's content and then knows how to make me feel like I had a purpose.

My mom knew that I wanted it more than anything, she just didn't say anything. She knew that I was slightly contented with sleeping around with floozies until the right girl steps my way.

My brother, Edward was the new 'it' boy in the baseball world as the pitcher for the newly managed Chicago Cubs. The way that I see it is that the Cubs are the little brothers that hide in the shadows of the great and mighty Bears.

Believe me, he hates that.

My brother and I are the best of friends and the worst of enemies but we always know that will have each other's backs no matter what the situation. Being a brother was the best experience for me growing up, for you see – I am adopted.

I was 5 when social service took me away from my parents. They were drug addicts and often had drug parties when I was there. They would shoot up and then forget that I even existed. So much so that when they started to do it, I would lay in my own filth for several hours, even days, until my parents noticed the stench and then did something about it.

I would be sent to the old lady who lived across the hall because my parents thought that I was ruining their high for them. She took care of me real well.

She would cook for me and clean and then she would play with me and would always make sure that I had a smile on my face.

The final straw came when my father first hit me. I asked him if I could go across the hall and watch Power Rangers with the gracious old lady.

It was like asking him to stop loving me and let me love the old lady and even in his drug induced trance, he knew what it meant. He lifted his hand and it was like slow motion, with the sting being the worse pain that I ever felt in my life.

I screamed so loud that the beautifully gracious old lady rushed through the door and took me into her arms. I knew that she couldn't take care of me forever so I certainly didn't hate her for it.

I don't remember my parents very much but all I remember is spending one day in the orphanage, before Esme came and took me into her arms and called me her son.

Esme was my angel through the clouds of the storm and she took me in with open arms and showed me the way that a boy my age should have been treated, with love and respect and showered in praise.

I pulled into the driveway of the Grand Plaza Penthouses in Chicago and gave the usual valet my keys. I usually tipped them all at the end of the week and they all knew the drill. It was like something that had caught on with the rest of the tenants of the building.

My parents had bought me this huge apartment when I first signed my contract with the Bears and it had been my home ever since.

It had a huge entertainment room where I had 3 50 inch Plasma screens mounted to my wall. It allowed me to analyze everything that I did wrong in every game. Believe me I used that shit a lot.

I would sit there on the day after each game and every day after that, until the next game, analyzing my performance. I would watch every movement, every pass, and every touchdown to find out where I could change and get better.

I didn't know any better. It was just a habit for me to analyze everything that I did.

I headed into the kitchen and grabbed out a beer and some pretzels, cliché. I know right?

But it didn't matter that I was single and pretty lonely, I always knew how to make seem like I had more on my plate.

A few hours passed of me watching the last game and I realized that I didn't really want to go out tonight. I had decided that I would go to my sister-in-law's restaurant.

Yep, Edward is married. To a world famous model.

Rosalie Hale – now Cullen, was my brother's wife. Not only was she a model but she owned the restaurant that now had raving reviews from critics all over the world. She was like that King Midas guy. Whatever she touched turned to gold.

She owned Forty-Twenty, the most popular restaurant in the city at the moment. Her brother was the bartender and one of my best friends. He was from Texas. Jasper Hale was a great guy and my own personal sounding board when Edward was busy.

I loved spending time at the restaurant and knew that I was always welcome but it was always full of girls that wanted to be seen with the famous Emmett Cullen and sometimes it was a bit tedious.

I grabbed my keys and texted Jasper.

Nut Muffin – meet me at 40/20 in 15. Bring the Mrs.

I laughed at my own joke. Jasper was led around by his nuts by the little pixie lady that was a force of nature, Alice. She was crazy and she always spoke about some Bella chick.

She sounded pretty cool but Alice had never let me meet her. I wonder why.

I felt my phone vibrate and smirked.

I ain't no nut muffin and I can't man. B and A are here. Come over if you want.

I grinned. I couldn't wait to meet this B chick. It had to be Bella but the A, who was that?

I grabbed my keys and headed toward Jasper's place. It was a drive that I had done many times after some girl refused to leave my apartment when I said no to the next round.

I was a growing boy but hell, after 4 rounds. I needed to rest a little. Well not really but I wanted her gone. It was fine when Jasper made fun of me and Alice even laughed at me when I told them the story.

It took about 15 minutes and then I was comfortably pulled into the driveway of Alice and Jasper's place. I quickly jogged up to the front door only to have a little girl open it and run straight past me with Alice chasing her.

"Ainsleigh, come here. Bring back my pumps. Please babe"

I heard Alice call as I laughed and she turned and glared at me. My god, she was a scary bitch. I looked inside and saw some absolutely beauty sitting on the couch with The Stand. One of my brother's favorites. I like the film.

She looked up and sighed, "In the kitchen."

She had gorgeous brown hair and her lips, been her teeth, biting it. Damn that was going to be in my head to the next 30 years. Not only that but I can already think about her in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle to me and realizing that she was the one.

I don't have a spank bank but I think I will need one because I ain't sleeping with no girl but this one. Sad, I know, right?

I nodded, not trusting my mouth to not say something incredibly stupid. Heading into the kitchen, I immediately grabbed the Jackie D and took a huge swig.

Jasper snatched it from me.

"Dude, what the fuck?!"

He yelled as he pulled the bottle away and shoved it under the sink. He put the child proof lock on it and knew that I wouldn't waste my time trying to undo it.

"The girl in the living room. Who is she? And why am I already thinking about it us getting married!?"

I screamed as I looked at him with wide eyes and yelled out in frustration. It was crazy and the hold that this stranger had on me before I had even found out her name.

"Don't you dare. She was left at the altar not even 4 days ago. You keep it in your pants and anyways, she has a daughter. So ha! She isn't even your type. Now, don't start and go and get Alice. No wait, set the table"

He snapped at me. So the girl was hers. She was absolutely gorgeous, just like her mother. I needed to know her. I needed to be part of her life and I needed for the little girl to look up to me like someone who she couldn't live without.

"Jazz, please. Just one day with her. I will take her and the kid to the zoo or something. Or I will take them to training and they can spend the day with me at the field. Please just once"

I begged. He looked down and shook his head.

"It's too soon Em. I'm sorry. She needs time. Just give it a few months. Be her friend. Be friends with Ainsleigh. Don't rush her or yourself into this. It will be worth it"

He proclaimed. He always knew what to say. It was crazy how he wasn't some preacher man or some shit like that. Jasper was like my Dear Abby. My advice column that walked and Alice, well she was like the walking fortune teller. I knew that she saw things, well she must have because the minute that she met Rose and then she met Edward, she knew that they would get together, like soul mates.

Well my brother and Rose are definitely one of a kind. They fought in public, just to make the sex better. I mean it was a good idea but they 'fought' over the littlest things, like a change in the menu or the way that Rose ran the place. It was crazy but Rose loved it, and I think, secretly, Edward did too.

I set the table just like Jasper demanded, he was like my husband. It was funny and everyone made a good joke out of it.

"Honey, the table is done"

I laughed as I turned around, expecting to see Jasper but instead the beautiful girl from before was grabbing herself a glass of water.

"Hi there. I'm Emmett. Emmett Cullen"

I introduced myself. She looked at me and smiled.

"I know who you are. My daughter has posters of you all over the hou-"

She cut herself off and looked down.

"Sorry. Umm, well she really likes you"

She said. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to her that made her so upset and look so beaten.

"I'm Bella. Bella Swan. And the little girl, that's my Ainsleigh"

She smiled with such pride and her eyes had a new life to them when she spoke of her daughter. It was like nothing could be wrong when it came to her daughter. It was a beautiful sight to see, if you knew what to look for and I had a feeling that I did.

She was beautiful, absolutely gorgeous and I couldn't wait to get to know her more. She was like the light at the end of the tunnel. A tunnel filled with floozies but the light at the end none the less.

She would be my girl and I knew that it would be soon, but I had to give her time, just like Jasper said.

A/N So here is my first go at Emmett's POV so I hope you guys all like it.

Review and I hope you are all looking forward to Bella's POV