Due to issues with ff(.)net , I haven't been able to post for awhile. (If anyone's having similar issues just google fanfiction(.)net error type 2 for help bypassing the error message.) So there's two updates today (if I can post them both!)

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Emmett

I should have been horrified, not amused. But as I left the house, I couldn't stop myself from laughing. As I ran through the forest, I still couldn't stop the chuckles from escaping.

It was all Edward's fault anyway. If he hadn't fouled Rosalie, then I never would have been sent on a re-con mission to ask Carlisle and Esme's opinion, the only way to stop the ensuring argument between him and my wife. The fact that I actually had to go trudging back to our house five miles away to ask the opinion of two people who hadn't even witnessed the so-called foul was proof of how lowly Rosalie and Edward still thought of each other.

Every time it looked like they had finally made their peace another argument would erupt. It didn't seem to matter how I tried to persuade Rose that Eddie was a good kid overall, she couldn't outgrow over her initial hatred of him.

She was, however, finally making diminutive steps towards improving her relationship with Carlisle. She admitted to me that it had been becoming harder for her to hate him ever since he changed me for her.

But she was still unable to do the same with Edward. I knew it was the mind-reading they really got under her skin. I had to admit it could be annoying sometimes, but I knew he couldn't prevent it – that sometimes he certainly wished he could (and yes, Rose and I were mainly the reason behind those times.) But I was not embarrassed by what he heard in there. Edward once told me that I say out loud nearly everything I think. My Rose, on the other hand, liked her thoughts and feelings to be kept private, even now it could still be difficult for me to coax the truth out of her. so having to live with a mind-reader was her worst nightmare. Though we were still currently living separate from the rest of the family, we visited often. And while there was no denying the pros of living alone, it was still nice to see the others sometimes.

Except when Rosalie and Edward were arguing, obviously. Like today.

My mind was firmly back at the baseball clearing with Rosalie as I entered the house. Perhaps I should have been paying more attention to the house around me as raced through it, particularly the noises coming from upstairs.

The thunder hadn't help either.

"Carlisle. Esme," I had shouted as I walked into their room. The door crashed against the wall as I had opened it with too much force as usual. The large banging noise had mingled with Esme's high-pitched shriek. I've never seen Carlisle move as fast as he did then, removing himself from on top of her and throwing himself under the blanket. Esme had pulled the blanket over herself completely so that I couldn't even see her face. I had quick chuckled quietly at the strange scene before me, -Carlisle's sheepish expression and Esme's completely hidden body just a lump under the blanket- and my parent's obvious embarrassment. And that would have been it. I would have left and only got a slight chuckle out of the whole incident. Except that as I turned to leave a slither of lilac in the corner of my eye had caught my attention. Unable to resist my curiosity, I had turned to look at it more closer, only to realize it was Esme's bra, which was hanging from a chandelier.

The laughter had overtaken me then as I leaning against their wall, laughing away to myself. Carlisle had attempted to look at me sternly, but it is impossible to be stern when you're naked and just been walked in doing the deed. In fact, his expression only made things funnier, especially after I had pointed to his wife's undergarment and asked how that had got up there. I had thought that there couldn't possible have been anything funnier than his face at that moment, as he tried to look annoyed, yet couldn't quite hide his smile.

However, I was proved wrong ten seconds later.

I had just managed to sober up enough to turn to leave, when Esme had shouted, from underneath the blanket, "Emmett! This isn't funny! Now leave!" in her best stern motherly tone. The one that would usually have had me behaving in a second, no arguments and no messing around. However, it's hard to take a scolding seriously when it's being given by a lump under a blanket. In fact, it's just downright funny. And so I was off again, leaning against their wall and laughing, when really I should have fled in horror a few minutes previously.

Carlisle had finally managed to compose his face into his stern, fatherly look he only pulled out when he was really annoyed – one I had only managed to see once before but Edward reassured me had been turned on him a few times as well - and I had taken that as meaning it was time for my long overdue departure, still chuckling as I went.

As I remembered it all over again, I began laughing some more. I couldn't help it. It was just too funny.

"So is it a foul or not?" Rosalie asked impatiently as I re-entered the clearing.

"Dunno," I said with a shrug. "I didn't get a chance to ask." From the other side of our makeshift pitch, Edward groaned.

"Well, what did you ask them then?" Rosalie snapped, clearly annoyed by my lack of an answer.

"How Ma's bra ended up on a chandelier," I answered truthfully, and the chuckles started in again. Rosalie laughed as well, and even Edward joined in as I pictured Carlisle's horrified yet sheepishly proud expression.

And for a minute, the three of us: myself, my wife, and my little brother, just stood on our makeshift baseball pitch in the rain, the sound of our amusement mingling in with the noise of the thunderstorm as we had a good laugh at our parents' expense, all amenity forgotten.

God, I love my family.

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