Emmett's point of view, five hours later:
"Shhh, Perla," I whispered as I ran my hand down her back as we entered our kitchen. She cried softly in my arms as Rosalie followed me, carrying our twin boys, who we named Theo and Sawyer.
"Daddy," she said, clutching my shirt.
"I'm here, baby," I said.
Rosalie and I shared a worried look as Perla cried into my chest. I started pacing around the kitchen, my stomach nodded with worry over my daughter crying. During out plane ride, I held Perla when she'd fallen asleep again, and when she woke up, she'd clung to me.
"Just put her on the couch," Rosalie said, when Bella asked her where she wanted to put the sleeping Amya. "I'll go sit with her and the boys."
"You'll call if you need anything?" Carlisle said as Bell and Rosalie walked into the living room.
"We will," I replied.
"She's going to be okay, Emmett," I said as Carlisle watched me from his position by the counter.
"I hope you're right," I replied.
"Just keep in mind what I told you, okay?" he said, and I nodded, remembering what Rosalie and I decided to do to help our younger daughter come over her fear.
"Goodnight, son," Carlisle said, giving me a one armed hug. "I'm proud of you."
"Thanks, Dad," I replied as I returned the hug. "We'll see you in a few days."
I continued to walk Perla around the kitchen as her cries slowed as Carlisle and Bella said their goodbyes to Rosalie before leaving us alone with our children.
"We're in our new kitchen now, Perla," I said to her softly when she stopped crying; through the doorway to the living room, I saw Rosalie playing with the babies while a sleepy Amya rubbed her eyes as she woke up. "We're in our new house, sweetie. Don't be afraid, Daddy's here."
"Daddy," she repeated as she clutched to my shirt.
"I have you, honey," I replied, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Are you hungry? Would you like to help Daddy get dinner ready?"
She nodded her tiny head against my chest, her dark hair bobbing with her nod.
"You're Daddy's helper, huh?" I asked.
She nodded again, but this time I could see her face light up a little. Maybe Carlisle is right and she'll come around sooner than we think, I thought, pulling out two bottles of blood for the boys and two sippy cups for the girls.
"Will you carry the sippy cups?" I asked Perla, earning a third nod.
She held the cups in her tiny arms while I held the bottles in my hand as I balanced my daughter in my arm. I kissed her head as I went into the living room to find Amya and Rosalie playing with the baby toys, their dark eyes watching the toy Amya held over them.
"Mommy, they are looking at me!" Amya said cheerfully.
"They are, Amya," Rosalie said with a huge, beautiful smile. "They like watching their big sister."
"And I like being their big sister!" Amya said in the same cheery tone.
I sat down on Rosalie's right, and I kissed her cheek.
"Hi, Daddy!" Amya said, leaning over Rosalie's lap and smiling at me. "We are playing with Sawyer and Theo. I think they like having names very much."
"I'm sure they do," I replied. "Are you ready for dinner?"
"Yeah, we are all hungry, Daddy."
"Here you go, Amya," Perla said, holding out one of the sippy cups.
"Thank you, Perla," Amya said to her little sister.
"Mommy, I'm Daddy's helper," Perla said with a huge smile on her beautiful face.
"Are you?" Rosalie asked, earning a nod from our daughter.
"Mommy, can I be your helper?" Amya asked as I handed Rosalie a bottle.
"Sure." Rosalie smiled at her.
"Well, I don't really want to help change diapers because they can smell like poop, Mommy," Amya said seriously, causing us to laugh.
"Well maybe you can help me with other things," Rosalie replied as she started to feed Sawyer.
I carefully picked up Theo as Perla sat on my knee. I put the bottle to his lips and he immediately started to drink greedily.
"You were hungry, huh, buddy?" I said to my son. His large dark eyes looked up at my face as he fed.
"We are hungry, Daddy," Amya said in between drinks.
"Were you?"
"And we are eating together just like I dreamed," Amya said.
"We've dreamed of you being here with us, sweetie," I told her with a smile.
"I'm supposed to be your daughter!" Amya declared.
"You are, sweetheart." I returned a huge grin with my oldest child.
"Daddy, will you play with us when we are done with our blood?" Amya asked cheerfully.
"I'd like that, and we can play as a family."
"Yes, Daddy!"
"I play with you too, Daddy," Perla said, looking at me with her dark eyes with hints of blue.
"I'd like that, honey." I gave her hair a kiss.
Perla leaned against my side, drinking her sippy cup. I exchanged a look with Rosalie; the glow in her eyes took my breath away. Smiling to myself, I finished feeding Theo before I started to burp him. When the bottles were finished, Rosalie collected the bottles and went into the kitchen. I heard her turn on the water to wash out the bottles and sippy cups as Amya showed Perla the toys for the boys. Perla watched her sister as she talked until Amya started to play with the boys, never leaving my lap.
"Daddy, Theo is looking at me!" Amya said.
"I see that," I replied.
As Rosalie entered the room and sat on the floor Amya said, "Hi, Mommy. Daddy and I were missing you a whole lot."
"Me too, Mommy," Perla said.
"I missed all of you," Rosalie said, sitting on the floor and cuddling Amya on her lap.
We played with the kids for the next hour as the sun went down.
"I think we should give them a bath," Rosalie said.
"How about I get the girls ready for bed, and after we put them to bed we'll put the boys down?" I asked, feeling eager to put my girls to bed.
"Alright." Rosalie grinned at me.
"Shall we get ready for bed, girls?" I asked.
"Okay, Daddy," Amya said, reaching out her arms for me, and Perla nodded.
I scooped up Amya into my arms as I stood with the sisters. With a huge smile on my face, I ran a bath for my little girls, adding a huge amount of bubbles in the tub.
"Daddy, there's a lot of bubbles in here!" Amya said as she sat in the tub.
"Daddy, they are tickling me," Perla added with a huge smile on her face.
"Is it?" I asked, returning her large smile.
Perla nodded as Amya said, "Aren't bubbles fun?"
"They are," Perla replied, smiling at her big sister.
"You know would make them even more fun?" I asked.
"What, Daddy?" Amya asked.
"If we put bubbles on your head," I replied, scooping up to large scoops of bubbles and placing it on their heads. Both girls started to giggle at once, Perla covering her mouth with her tiny hands.
"Daddy put bubbles on our head," Perla said in amusement.
"Daddy's silly!" Amya declared.
By the time I finished giving the girls a bath, dressing them in their pajamas, and brushing out their long, dark hair, both girls were resting their heads on my shoulders.
"Daddy, I'm sleepy," Amya said as I went into the playroom we set up for the kids, where Rosalie sat in one of the rocking chairs, humming to our boys.
"Daddy gave us a bath, Mommy, and he was silly and he put, he put bubbles on our heads!" Amya said as I sat in the second rocking chair.
"Did he?" Rosalie asked in mock surprise.
"He is silly," Perla said with a smile.
"He is, isn't he?"
"How about Daddy chooses a book for us to listen to?" Rosalie suggested.
"And you girls can help me choose one," I said, standing and going over to the large bookshelf we'd gotten for the kids; Rosalie agreed for me to fill the room with toys if we put in a large book shelf.
Amya and Perla listened to the book with their mouths hanging open, and I guessed they hadn't been read a book before. By the time we were finished though, Perla had fallen asleep and Amya rubbed her eyes. Watching my daughters in awe, I rocked us back and forth.
"Emmett," Rosalie's voice sobbed out, and I looked at her in bewilderment. "We're parents."
I nodded as I cleared my throat. "We are," I whispered, feeling so many new emotions, but the one that over powered me, was the love I had for my family.
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