Emmett

I glanced at the door every now and then, hoping Rosalie wouldn't be back before I finished unpacking my stuff. I knew she'd be pissed if she had to unpack and put away all of my stuff again. I didn't mean to always get distracted, I just don't care much for boring tasks. With a sigh, I stood up and dumped my clothes on the bed, hoping clearing the bed would motivate me to actually clean up.

I grabbed an armful of hangers and dropped them onto the floor. That must have attracted Alice's attention because she came barging in "Do you need help?" She seemed almost a little too excited.

I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm fine. I'm just putting my clothes away."

Alice eyed my pile and shook her head. "Emmett… no."

She looked at me with pity, like I was incompetent or something. "What? These are the clothes that hang up. It said so on the box!" I lifted the box to show her. I didn't really understand all of these new fashions or clothing styles, but I knew what got hung up and what didn't.

Swiftly she ran to my side and started going through the shirts, pants, ties, and various other articles of clothing. She was mumbling under her breath as she sorted my clothes for me, so I stood back and watched. Suddenly, she was flying back and forth. When there was a spot on the bed I sat down, only to be smacked my Alice. "Back away. You'll knock the piles over!"

I jumped up and backed away, heading to the door. "Fine, fine. Just don't touch Rosalie's stuff or she'll have my head for letting you near the closet." I don't think she heard a word of what I said. Rosalie can't say I didn't try, but we all knew when Alice got her hand on clothes, there was no stopping her.

I ran down the stairs and outside, looking for Rosalie. I slowed when I smelled something odd. It was a familiar scent, but I couldn't quite figure it out. Maybe Rose was hunting nearby; that had to be it. I tried to follow the scent, but it seemed to dart around the woods, from tree to rock to tree to ground. I stopped when I could tell Rosalie was close. Whatever that smell was, it'd have to wait. When I found Rosalie, she was hunting. She was so fucking sexy when she hunted.

I waited as long as I could before running up from behind her and grabbing her. She let out a scream that actually freaked me out. She actually seemed scared. I carefully set her down. "Babe, it's me."

She turned and smacked my arm. "I thought you were the mutt! He keeps doing things to mess with my head."

I looked around, confused, then looked back at her. "You mean the tree with no snow? That happens sometimes I think." I spoke, so sure of myself, but I really didn't know. I just didn't want her worrying.

She didn't say anything, but seemed to think about other possibilities. After waiting for as long as I could – maybe all of 10 seconds – I grabbed her again. "Come on. The bed should be cleaned off by now and nobody's broken it in yet."

She started to giggle, but abruptly stopped. "What do you mean 'should be?'"

Shit. Fuck. Damn. "I meant is definitely cleaned off by now… because I cleaned it…" She would totally buy that.

"Emmett, is Alice in my closet?" She asked carefully, as if the answer could be the difference between life and death.

I wanted to be serious, but I couldn't help the grin creeping across my face. I tried to speak with the same careful tone she had. "If Alice is in your closet… maybe you two should come out… together." I was grinning ear-to-ear by this point. "I'll watch."

There was a pause and then a crack as Rosalie smacked my back. I flinched. "Damn, babe!"

"This is serious, Emmett! I hate moving and you had to go and let Alice make this worse? Let me down." She struggled in my grasp. I just wasn't ready to put her down yet. She was mine. I just could only hope Alice wasn't still in our room.