EMMETT POV:
I ran around the track, and stopped. I breathed hard. God, I was getting too old for this. I was almost 32 and still playing football. My schedule was practice, game, then party. It always was and has been since I started this career. After every game, the team either went home to their families or we went out for a few drinks.
I hadn't had a girlfriend since I started this career. The rest of the team switched girlfriends every other week. I was focused on my career. I was doing what I loved. I didn't want a family of my own. I just wanted to play football.
"Emmett, your moms here!", The coach shouted.
I ran over to him and took a drink of water. "Hey, mom.".
"What's going on?", She asked in a stern voice.
"What are you talking about?", I asked, confused.
She held up a magazine. I grabbed it and started reading it. A photo of me and a girl walking out the club was on the cover. 'NFL Super star Emmett and Runway Model Rosalie a thing?'. Under that was three dots. The first said 'Close sources give all deets.'. The second one said 'Rosalie now pregnant?'. And the third said 'Is Emmett the father?'.
"I have no idea what this is.", I said.
"Did you go home with her? And is she really pregnant? I thought your father and I taught you better?".
"I did. I just- I don't know if she's pregnant. If she is, what are the chances of it being mine?", I replied.
"Pretty high chances. Did you use protection?".
"I don't remember.".
"You need to find her. Because if she is pregnant, I will not have that baby grow up without a father.", She said.
"I'm sorry.", I sighed.
She hugged me. "I still love you, Em. Once you talk to her, I want to meet her!".
"Alright".
"Dinner at our house at 9.", She smiled.
"K. Love you.", I smiled.
"Love you.", I watched as she walked off.
There was no way this Rosalie girl could be pregnant and it was mine. I could've sworn I used a condom. I tried to think back. It was all coming back. The wild sex, how rough we were, all the sucking and kissing. But, I never put on a condom. Dammit.
"I'm gonna train next week.", I said to the coach.
"You better. You're going to need some more before the superbowl.", He replied.
"Yessir.".
I ran out to my car and called my publicist. "Hello, Emmett.".
"Hey, I need Rosalie Hale's number.", I said.
"About the magazine?", She asked.
"Yes.", I replied.
"I have her publicists number. Will that be okay?", She asked.
"Yeah. It's fine.".
"Alright. It's 345-654-9898. Is that all you need?".
"Yeah.", I hung up and dialed the new number.
"Alice Brandon. Who is this?", A voice answered the phone.
"Emmett McCarthy. I need to speak to Rosalie Hale as soon as possible.", I replied as I drove.
"One moment.".
I waited and waited.
"Hello?", a softer voice asked.
"Is this Rosalie?", I asked.
"Yes. And this is Emmett. What do you need?". Geez, was she bitchy.
"I would like to know if I can fly to LA tomorrow and we can talk about everything?", I replied.
"So the magazines can talk more shit? No, thanks.", She replied.
"Is it true you're pregnant with my baby?", I asked.
"Y-Yes.", She said.
"I don't want to miss out on the baby's life. If you don't want me there, I'll send child support.".
"I want you there. I'll meet you tomorrow.", She sighed.
"Can I have your number so we can text?", I asked.
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After I got off the phone, I was already at my moms.
"You're the first one here.", My mom walked outside and smiled.
"Is dad home?", I asked as I walked up the steps.
"Nope. It's just you and me. What's up?", She asked.
"I talked to Rosalie.", I said as we walked in.
"Oh really? How'd that go?", She asked.
"She said she is pregnant, and she wants me there for the baby. I'm flying to LA tomorrow.", I replied.
"I would love to meet this girl. She's a model so once she starts getting a bump, she'll be unable to do that. Unless she does maternity stuff.".
"I dunno. I guess we'll figure everything out tomorrow. I-I was kind of thinking of quitting football. I'm getting too old for it anyways.", I shrugged.
"I'll support whatever decision you make. I just want you to do what is best.", She said as she stirred the potatoes.
"I know.", I sighed. "I'm going to have a baby to support too, though.".
"Babies aren't cheap either. Formula is $20. Back when I had you, it was $5.", She smiled.
"Damn.", I mumbled.
"I heard that.", She glared.
"Sorry.", I replied. "I shouldn't have even gone out. I should've just gone home or something.".
"Emmett, everything happens for a reason. Always remember that. That night meant something. Maybe Rosalie is the one for you. Maybe you two will get married and have more kids.".
AUTHORS NOTE:
HOW DO YOU GUYS THINK THEIR MEET UP WILL GO?
REVIEW AND TELL ME! I HAVEN'T EXACTLY DECIDED. I DO KNOW THAT SOMETHING MAY OR MAY NOT HAPPEN. ;) HAHA.I DUNNO YET. TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS WOULD WANT! IF YOU REVIEW I'LL GIVE YOU COOKIES! :)