Second Chapter

I'm changing this stories name to Enchanted. I will after I post this chapter so just look for Enchanted for now on. Sorry guys!

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BPOV:

"Bella… Bella look at me!" I looked up at Emmett with tears in my eyes. "Everything is going to be okay, I know It." he grabbed my hand in his. I looked down at our entwined hands, they fit perfectly together… cliché, I know. I felt goose bumps erupt on my skin when our skin touched each other.

"My little boy Emmett!" I cried to him, I felt his large hands grab my small waist and pull me into him. He wrapped his strong arms around me tightly. I buried my head on his hard, yet warm chest.

"Mrs. Johnson?" I heard the doctor call out to the waiting room. I jumped out of Emmett's arms. I'm no Mrs. Johnson anymore. I felt Emmett let go of my hand. I looked at him, he looked sad.

"Is my baby okay?" I rushed forward to the doctor. He smiled gently at me, looking at Emmett than back at me.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Greene your son is going to be just fine… you're Mr. Johnson I assume?" Doctor Greene turned to Emmett who was standing behind me.

I was about to open my mouth and correct him but Emmett cut me off. "I am… Can we go see our son?" he told the Doctor Greene and I almost fainted. It felt good when Emmett called Palmer 'Our Son'. I felt complete. I know I just met this man and all, but I feel whole around him.

Doctor Greene led us threw the hallways of the hospital towards my baby boys room. I looked down at my hands knowing how much the ambulance and everything was going to cost, it was all worth it if my baby boy was safe and healthy.

"I got to say that your son Mr. Johnson looks incredibly like you. He could be your younger twin," Doctor Greene laughed and I almost choked on my own spit.

I looked up at Emmett nervously, I saw him visibly gulp. "Thank you, that really means a lot." Emmett whispered looking awkward. I smiled softly at him.

"Here you go… I'll just leave you two to your son," Doctor Greene said before disappearing around the corner.

"You didn't tell me you were married," Emmett told me sounding hurt. I stared at the ground not daring to look in his gorgeous eyes.

"Emmett," I said sadly, I didn't want him knowing I was some whore… I mean I was in the middle of a divorce at the moment.

"I see you don't have a ring…"

"Emmett stop! Look I'm in the middle of a divorce alright…" I yelled felling frustrated.

"I'm sorry Bella. I just feel so protective over you and I just met you! I really like you… I do. I feel something I've never felt before, with anybody." Emmett explained, I looked into his eyes and he looked so lost.

"Why don't we go see how Palmer is doing than see where things go from than? We'll take this slow," I told him, he smiled brightly and nodded taking my hand and leading me into the hospital room.

Emmett and I walked into the small overly white, not decorated hospital room, when I saw my baby lying on the bed with tubes hooked to his arms I almost fell over crying. Emmett held me up with his arms and I was so thankful I had met him. I looked at my baby boy's face and he had stitches going across his forehead, I felt a few tears spill out of my eye. I looked at his face and saw that his eyes were lazily half opened. I rushed forward to his side taking his small, warm hand in mine. He looked up at me with eyes.

"Mama, I wanna go home," my baby cried to me, I sat in the hard chair that was next to his bed with tears in my eyes.

"We will, I'm gonna get you out of this hospital as soon as possibly sweetie," I told him gently. He gave me a small smile but it quickly turned into a groan of pain. I sat up straight immediately wanting to take the pain away from my baby boy. He didn't deserve to be in pain.

"No mama, I wanna go home to where daddy is," he whispered to me with his big green eyes. I let out a small choke like noise.

"Baby, daddy isn't in our lives anymore," I gently told him, he shook his head.

"I don't get it! How could I have a daddy, than not have one?" he demanded in that voice of his. I looked at the ceiling sighing.

"Daddy doesn't need us anymore baby… he has his own life now with someone else," I tried to explain. How do I explain to a five year old that his daddy isn't in both of our lives anymore?

"Mamma I just don't wanna be here," he started to cry trying to reach for me but all the tubes stopping him.

"One second baby," I cooed. Palmer nodded and bowed his head. I turned to a worried looking Emmett.

"Will you please go and get Doctor Greene?" I asked him, he smiled softly at me before walking out of the room.

"Mama who is that?" my baby whispered staring at where Emmett's large figure had just disappeared.

"That's Emmett baby," I laughed at his expression of wow.

"Is he superman mama?" he asked me looking amazed.

I smiled at him and winked. "You're going to have just find out yourself and ask him."

The door swung open and Doctor Greene walked in with Emmett fallowing closely behind. I smiled at the both of them.

"Hello Mrs. Johnson," Doctor Greene greeted, I had to bite my tongue to keep from correcting him knowing Emmett and I were just playing parts. I sighed sadly suddenly wishing that Palmers was Emmett's instead of James.

Emmett walked up to me and rubbed my pack soothingly. I smiled great fully up at him. He smiled back at me showing the deepest dimples ever.

"Well, Palmer looks ready to leave. He got 16 stitches in his forehead and he was out for a bit so he felt no pain. Now," he looked at both me and Emmett seriously. "He's going to need some child pain relievers."

Emmett and I both nodded at the same time. Doctor Greene unhooked Palmer from the machines and Palmer quickly jumped out of the bed but stumbled on the landing.

"Thank you so much for the help," Emmett said to Dr. Greene going up to shake his hand.

"It was no problem guys. If you ever have any questions just call me," he informed before disappearing into the hallway.

"Are you superman Emmy?" my baby asked Emmett in a whisper like it was some big secret. I smiled at the both of them. Doctor Greene was right; they do look like father and son.

Emmett bent down to Palmers level looking around acting like he was making sure nobody could hear him. I giggle watching the both of them; Emmett glanced at me with a smile playing on his wonderful lips. "Can I trust you with a secret Palmer?"

"Yes Emmy, yes you can!" Palmer all about squealed. Emmett leaned forward and so did Palmer.

"You can't tell anyone, but I am superman," Emmett whispered, Palmer squealed happily throwing his arms around Emmett's neck excitedly. Emmett wrapped his arms around his waist picking him up.

"Emmett, you wanna maybe go to our place for a little bit? I can make you something to eat," I asked shyly. He smiled brightly.

"I'd love to."

We had gone back to Denny's so I could get my car but we all ended up going in a filing an injury report there. Emmett told me I should sue but I was unsure because I didn't want drama in my life and I didn't want to have to hire a lawyer. He kept insisting as we walked out to my car that I should and finally I caved in saying 'maybe' after he told me his best friend was a lawyer.

"You live here?" Emmett asked me looking shocked and excited. I looked at him weirdly confused.

"Yeah… why?" I asked him, he smiled brightly.

"So do I!" he said excitedly, I laughed. Palmer reached for Emmett from where he sat in my arms and Emmett picked up setting him on his shoulders.

Emmett fallowed us up to the floor we lived on and as we got higher his smile got larger. I was seriously confused to death.

I walked up to our door my key in hand. I heard Emmett chuckle so I spun around and looked at him.

"Okay, what's up?" I asked him seriously. He just laughed at me.

"That's my apartment right there," he laughed, I gasped remembering Angela's comment about a lonely Emmett McCarty living right next to me.

"You're the lonely Emmett McCarty?" I questioned shocked, Emmett laughed.

"I don't know about the 'lonely' part, but I sure am Emmett McCarty," he laughed, I giggled and Palmer laughed loudly clapping his small hands together.

"Come on Emmy! Can we see your home?" Palmer squealed loudly.

"Sure buddy!" he answered before turning to me. "You just moved in Bella; why don't we go to my place?"

I shrugged, "sure why not." Emmett smiled even larger if possible before going to the next door down.

"I'm gonna have take you down off my shoulders little guy," Emmett told Palmer in a gentle voice.

Palmer looked down at Emmett with a cute serious face. "Little guy? I'm a man now!"

Emmett smiled and put on a serious face too. "My bad little man!"

"Yeah you're bad Emmy." Palmer giggled making both Emmett and I laugh.

Emmett grabbed Palmer off his shoulders and slowly lifted him to the floor. He than pulled out his keys from his jean pocket and opened the door. He motioned for us to go in.

His apartment was amazing. Everything was modern and top quality looking. It looked like it was designed by some high interior designer. All the colors went with modern furniture. A kitchen sat to the right with stainless steal appliances and granite top counters. The center island had a higher bar like area for eating than lowered were a stove top on the counter sat. The kitchen overlooked the living room which had a huge tan L shaped couch with a footrest type thing in the middle. A huge flat screen TV with every gaming system ever made sat in front of the couch. One was painted grey, than another was red giving just enough color. I could see a hallway off to the left of the living room.

"Um, so this is home," Emmett muttered shutting the door. He rubbed the back of his head.

"I love it!" I whispered in awe. His apartment was so much bigger and nicer than ours.

"Thanks, the credit goes to my mom though. She kind of attacked it with her interior design skills," he laughed, I giggled. Palmer took off, his little legs running as fast as he could and jumped on the couch.

"I like Emmys home better than ours Mama. Can we come live with him?" Palmer whispered with an innocent look on his cute face. I blushed brightly.

"No baby, sorry. Emmett has his own life," I told him.

"But you can come visit whenever you like," Emmett told him, Palmer nodded happily.

"Can we watch Disney Channel Emmy?" Palmer asked Emmett.

"Yeah, sure, little man!" Emmett walked forward turning on the TV for Palmer.

"Do you want a tour of the rest of the apartment?" Emmett asked hopefully, I nodded softly.

Emmett grabbed my hand in his and suddenly everything felt just perfect. He pulled me down the hallway pointing at doors.

"That's the hall closet, the small, yet handy laundry room, the extra bedroom, the bathroom," he pointed everyone out than stopped at the last one. "This is my room," he told me while opening his door. I gasped at the sight of his room.

Out of the four walls; two where white, one was a light baby blue, than one was a soft brown. He had a huge California king with brown covers and blue pillows. A huge a flat screen hung on the wall in front of it with a brown dresser under it with roses on it and pictures. On the wall farthest away from me was filled with pictures, I walked up to the pictures. Top to bottom was pictures of when Emmett was born up to him now. He had pictures of him sitting on tree butt naked when he looked like two which made me laugh. He did look a lot like Palmer. I noticed a quarter of the walls frames were just empty.

"Wow… this is amazing," I breathed out. I felt Emmett's presence right behind me. I turned to him.

"My mom did it. Amazing huh?" he asked looking into my eyes with his amazing ones.

"Yeah, why are those empty?" I questioned glancing over to the empty pictures. Emmett smiled down at me.

"My mom left them empty so I can put pictures of when I find "that girl", "the one I love"," Emmett laughed like it was ridiculous.

"Should we go eat?" I asked pointing towards the kitchen; Emmett let out a breath and nodded.

We walked out to the kitchen; Palmer was curled up on the couch staring at the TV under an Arizona Cardinals blanket. I stopped smiling at him. He was such an angel and I am so grateful to have him. I don't know what I'd do without him.

"You go lay with Palmer. I'll go make some grilled cheese?" Emmett gently pushed me towards the couch. I looked up at him grateful, he smiled and nodded. I went to the couch and sat next to Palmer, throwing the blanket over the both of us. Palmer rolled over and laid his head on my chest.

Ten minutes later Emmett walked up to the couch with three plates with perfectly cut in half grilled cheese on each. He handed each of us a plate. I sat up as did Palmer.

"There's more in the kitchen if you're still hungry," he told us with a smile. I patted the spot next to me; he smiled and sat down next to me. I threw the blanket over him too. He sat there and watched Wizards of Waverly Place together.

I soon felt my eyes drifting off into a deep sleep and the world of darkness surrounded me.