I hope you are all enjoying this fic as much as I am enjoying writing it. This one is soo much fun. I want some suggestions. Surprise pregnancy and quicky wedding, or Let them do it the right way. Should there be a surprise meeting from the Denali's including Edward and Irina? if I get 10 answers I will give out hints.


BELLA'S POV

After about an hour Emmett was back looking like he'd just stepped in from a Carribean vacation or a day at the beach. Oh God, he is fuck hot. I can't believe he's mine. And the goals he has, sound like a dream, but I cant get my hopes up. I mean, I wasn't even sure I wanted to be a mother. What if I end up being like my mom. No way I wanted to put anyone through what I went through as a child, not even my worst enemy.

I was sitting there in the styling chair, while Sir Laurent was setting my hair in rollers that were the size of cola cans. Emmett kept looking at me with that same sparkle in his eyes as the first day I saw him. I then saw him shift in his chair and then cross his legs, while a slight blush went down his face and neck, and I knew exactly what was going on in that head of his. Unfortunately for him, I could do nothing about that situation at the moment, also unfortunately for me, I was having the same reaction in my own panties at the thought of what was going on in his pants. I pressed my own thighs together, hoping the moisture did seep through the beige chinos I was wearing.

It was getting way too hot in here, and I had to do something or I was going to self-combust. "Sir Laurent, I'm sorry, but I need about 10 minutes please," I told him.

"Certainly, my lovely but hurry back, we still need to get you under the dryer and into the makeup chair." He told me. I ripped the styling cape from my neck and darted from the chair. Walking towards the door, I grabbed Emmett's hand launching him from his chair and pulled him along behind me. I nearly sprinted to my office and closed and locked the door, then quickly toed out of my flats, while undoing my belt and pants. It didn't take Emmett long to catch on, as he started unbuttoning his jeans as well.

"Baby, you are fulfilling my biggest fantasy, I have always wanted to have office sex," He said with a smug grin on his face.

"Well, we only have 10 minutes, and you'd better make good use of it because that cannot happen again during this shoot," I said pointing at his engorged dick. He then assaulted my mouth with his, his warm tongue exploring my mouth, before he quickly turned me around and bent me over my desk.

"Yeah, I think we'd better think about getting me that cup," he said as he placed the tip at my entrance.

"I'll get Maggie right on that," I replied as he pushed into my heat. I gasped at the intrusion. Emmett was so large, at times I thought he would split me in two.

"Oh, God Emmet, YES!" I cried out.

"Baby, you have to be quiet, we don't want the entire office building to know what we're doing in here," He whispered. I just nodded my head and bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming. Emmett was going painfully slow, and we didn't have time for slow, this had to be the very definition of a quicky.

"Faster, Em," I huffed out.

"Which kind of reminds me, honey, are you on birth control? I know this may be too late to be asking now," He said as he was now balls deep in my pussy. My eyes widen at the question, and yeah, it was kinda too late to think about that now, with my release right on the edge.

"Fuck, Em, don't stop, I'm…I'mmm…." I stammered as my walls clenched around his cock. He reached around and pinched my clit, and I exploded, as I felt his warm seed spill into me. He then collapsed onto my back, panting, as he kissed me between my shoulder blades.

"Um, baby, I—I—haven't been with anyone in four years, and had no prospects in mind. It actually hadn't crossed my mind until right when you asked. He pulled out of me then.

"There are wet naps in my desk drawer," I told him. He walked around to the other side of my desk with his jeans still around his ankles. He was opening drawers looking for the wet-ones.

"You know him?" he said. I furrowed my brow and looked up to see exactly what he was talking about. In one hand he had the canister of wet-ones, in the other, he was holding a picture of Jacob Black. I actually forgot I had it in there. I only had it there as a reminder as to why I can't go home, whenever I got homesick.

"Yeah, unfortunately," I said dryly. He threw the picture back in the drawer and closed it hard. I flinched at how hard he slammed the drawer.

"Is that the jerk you were gonna marry?" He asked as he took a nap and cleaned me up. Once he was done, he bent down and placed a kiss on each of my ass cheeks.

"No, but still he broke my heart nonetheless. We grew up together. After the wedding was called off we started getting close. We ended up going to college together, I was a junior and he was a freshman. He walked on the U-dub football team and became this big man on campus.

"Yeah, I know, he's kind of following my footsteps. Teams wanted to draft him last year. He's playing for the Seahawks

"Figures, anyway. We had an apartment together, but once he became this football star he dumped me. I keep that picture to remind me why I can never go back home again," I told him.

"So, I have two ex-boyfriends to kill instead of one. Bella, you can't let these jerks continue to rule your life. You are a smart, beautiful, talented and extremely sexy woman. And possibly the mother of my child apparently. Show them that no matter what, they can't break you." Em told me while soothing circles on my back.

"Em, thank you, I really needed to hear that. Wait, you said apparently, meaning…" He started rubbing the back of his neck then.

"I told you I talked with my folks yesterday…" I nodded. "Our conversation started with them asking did I get some girl knocked up. It seems my little sister is having her visions of my future, and she sees…" He swiped his face with his large hand. This pause for dramatic effect was killing me.

"What, Em? What does she see?

"A baby, Bella. She sees a baby."

"Oh, Huh," was all I said. I just walked to the door to open it to find Maggie poised to knock.

"You two have wasted enough time," She said as she slammed a jock strap in my hand, and a cup, before she turned and walked away. "Get your asses back to the salon, we're running late." She said. I looked back at Emmett and handed the things over to him.

"What am I supposed to do with this now? I'm not walking back in there carrying this," He said, then he looked over my shoulder. I turned around to find Maggie again this time standing in my personal space with her hand out.

"For Pete sake, give it here I'll put it in wardrobe. And I'd better not see your dick so much as twitch for the rest of the day, she said as she then turned and walked away after Emmett handed her the strap.

"She is something kind of scary, And what do you mean, Oh, Huh. Would you want to have my baby, Bella?" He asked me.

"I can't think about that right now Em. If and when the time comes, we'll discuss it, but for now, I guess I'd better make a doctors appointment, and from now on, we'd better use a condom." I told him. Looking at the floor as we walked back to the salon.

"Oh," was all he said, but his voice was screaming disappointment. We didn't talk much after that.

An hour and a half later, we were both done with hair and makeup, and we were quickly ushered over to wardrobe. I pulled out my phone and called my dad.

"Daddy?"

"HEY, Sweetpea, gosh it's so good to hear your voice, I've missed you, honey, Charlie said excitedly. "Is anything wrong honey, why are you calling so early.

"No dad, nothing's wrong, and I've missed you too. I wanted to know if you had plans for Thanksgiving,"

"Nothing concrete. I was going out to the res, why?" he asked.

"With Harry and Sue, how are they? And Seth and Leah?" I asked. I did still care for my friends on the reservation.

"Oh, Sweetpea, I'm sorry. I guess we haven't kept in touch much. Harry died honey. He had a heart attack last year.

"Oh daddy, I'm so sorry. I know he was one of your closest friends, along with Billy. Give Sue my condolences, I told him sadly.

"Uh, yeah about that, Sue and I are dating," he said sounding sheepish.

"WHAT!"

"Yeah, I was helping her out a lot after the funeral, and well one thing led to another," He was now sounding embarrassed.

"Daddy, I'm happy for you, you've been alone for a long time. It's about time you found someone that makes you happy. I wish you both the best." I told him sincerely.

"Thank you, honey. I wish you'd find someone that makes you happy too," He told me.

"Well, daddy, that's kind of why I'm calling. I wanted to know if you'd like to come to Texas for the holiday. I met this guy, and well he wants to take me home to meet his folks, and I thought well maybe…"

"Babygirl, I'll book the flight as soon as I get off the phone. But can I bring Sue?" He asked.

"Uhh, I'm sure that would be fine. He said there was plenty of room, but let me check with him first, and I will text you," I told him.

"Oh, baby girl you have just made my day. And If not, we can always get a hotel." He told me.

"Dad, you don't need to book any flight, we're sending you tickets," I told him.

"Are you sure Sweetpea? I mean, I don't want to be an imposition," he asked.

"Daddy, you could never be an imposition on me. I'm the one that's been a terrible daughter. How could I not know my dad's best friend died," I told him.

"Sweetie, I understood why you didn't want to come back here. And you are making quite a big name for yourself. Sue helped me start a scrapbook of all your photos. I am so very proud of you," He was gonna make me cry and I couldn't have Maggie and Vicky down my throat about makeup.

"Daddy, you are making me cry, and well, my stylists are going to be all over my ass if I mess up my makeup," I told him trying to hold back my tears.

"You have to get all dolled up to take pictures too? I've seen your bi-lines, I've never seen you all made up and fancy," He asked me. Wow, Charlie really followed me.

"No dad, this is a one time deal only, I'm not the photographer, I'm the model, well, I'm arm candy for the actual model," I told him.

"No fooling? Well, make sure you send me lots of copies of that issue. My baby the supermodel. How the hell did I get so lucky,"

"Daddy, I'm no supermodel, and I told you I'm just arm candy, and it's just a one time deal,"

'Yeah, that's what you say, that won't be the way I put it when I tell everybody," he chuckled evilly. "And what does this new beau of yours think of you being some man's arm candy?"

"Well the new BEAU, as you put it is the arm, My boss saw us together and thought we'd make a good ad," I told him.

"No, kidding, who's this guy anyway, one of those french models or something. Honey I hope you're being careful,"

"No dad, wait, I'm sure you know who he is. Do you know the name Emmett McCarty?"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! YOU'RE DATING EMMETT McCARTY? I'M HAVING THANKSGIVING WITH EMMETT McCARTY? OH, WOWZERS, WAIT TIL I TELL THE GUYS I'M HAVING THANKSGIVING WITH EMMETT McCARTY,"

"Yeah, and I'll just be the arm candy," I said sarcastically.

"Oh babygirl I'm sorry, of course, I'm excited to see you too," Yeah, I can feel the enthusiasm dripping from him.

"Well I gotta go dad, They're calling me to wardrobe, I'll text you the information tonight," I told him.

"Babygirl, I love you very very much, don't you ever forget that," That made me smile.

"I love you too dad, talk to you soon, Bye daddy.

"Bye sweetpea," I disconnected the call just as Maggie was ushering me to the dressing room.

After tucking and taping and pulling and squeezing, I was finally dressed, in blood red Christian Loubitain 6 inch stilettos, a blood red corset, and a pair of flesh tone briefs. At least my ass was covered. Maggie helped me walk to the studio because otherwise I would fall and break my ankles, where I was met by a very, very delicious looking Emmett, in those sexy as fuck green boxer briefs. When he saw me I thought his eyes were going to bulge out of his head, and he was now adjusting his cup, then a very painful look came upon his face. I had to giggle, that'll keep him in place.

"I'm so glad you could finally join us, Ms. Swan," Aro said holding the camera, tapping his foot impatiently.

"I've already gotten some great shots of Mr. McCarty alone. So now Marguerite, if you can get him a fresh shirt, we will begin.

"I have some very specific shots I want to get, after that, I just want you too to play off each others sexuality, and we will take it from there," Aro told us. I nodded. I'd given direction many times, I hoped I was able to follow them.

"Now to begin, I want his shirt unbuttoned, and I want to see the logo on the waistband. Bella, if you could stand behind him please, I want you to reach around as if you are pulling his shirt off his shoulders. Mr. McCarty, look over your right shoulder at Bella, as if you want her, your right hand back on her hip, perfect. Bella, eye's on me please, excellent. Spread your legs, Bella, shoulder-width apart, yes, yes that's it. Press closer to him Bella, goood. Emmett, chin up just slightly, For God sakes, Bella, look like you are enjoying the man, you look like you're scared to death. Bella, move your head slightly to the left, I only want to see one eye, look directly at me, and give me a sexy smirk. Emmett, cut your eyes to me, as if you know I'm watching, and you're being a naughty boy. CUT! Marguerite, get these down to editing immediately, I need the proofs by the end of the day. Have copies emailed to Bella for approval. Bella, I need your approval by noon tomorrow. This will be in next months issue, so it needs to go to print by 5 pm tomorrow. That, people, was magic. Now, let's have some fun.

Okay, both of you back to wardrobe. Emmett, I want you in the black briefs and Bella in the nude strapless bodysuit. And lose the cup my boy.