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"A man who does not think for himself does not think at all." - Oscar Wilde

Emmett picked up the office phone to call Bella one more time before leaving. He'd been keeping tabs on how she felt, did she need anything, and her stress every couple of hours. It was excessive, he knew this. And she handled it with grace, easing the anxiety that built after the morning's events.

"Em, baby, I'm okay. Kate came over and we're having a girls day."

"I have my cell on me. Call if you need anything. I'm headed out to the diner to meet with Doucheward."

Her tittering laugh made him smile. "Alright. Don't do anything that'll make Hodges late coming home."

He could hear Kate in the background, "That's right! I haven't had quality time with my man in a few days. If you fuck this up, I'm sleeping over tonight!"

"Roger that, ma'am."

"I'm not telling her you called her 'ma'am'. You know that ticks her off," Bella whispered.

He said his goodbyes before Kate dragged him into a debate about feminism and the word 'ma'am'. Hodges had his hands full with his wife. Emmett glanced around his office once more, grabbed the cruiser keys, and left the station.

Edward chose to sit at the booth in the back of the diner. The worst thing that grated Emmett's nerves about the kid was the fact that Bella slept with him. It was his own fault for being a jerk and convincing himself he could stay away from her. But, that fucking look on his face every time he saw his Bells was enough to merit a black eye.

He sat opposite Edward and pushed the menu to the side, "I'm not here to eat. Say what you need to say, then I'm outta here."

The kid sported a shit-eating smirk along with a bruised jaw. "You have time to eat."

"I'll eat at home. Get on with it."

He sighed and took a long drink from his coffee. "Quil knows. I think he heard Rose arguing with me. I didn't tell her about the baby. That's on you. I did ask her to leave Bella alone. However, I don't think she's gonna do it."

Emmett rolled his eyes, "Not like she has a fucking choice. Divorce papers will be coming her way soon enough. She can either make this easy, or I can drag her through the mud. I don't want to hurt her, but this is getting ridiculous."

"I agree."

His radio sounded off, Collins again. He dialed the volume down and turned his attention back to Edward. "Was that it?"

"No," he sighed, "I think you need to be the one to tell Rose about Bella being pregnant."

The reaction was instantaneous, he reached over the table and yanked the kid forward by his shirt. "Are you out of your fucking mind?!"

An older, brunette waitress made her way to them and tapped her pen on the table. She raised her eyebrow, "Can I get you boys anything?"

Emmett released Edward and pushed him back. "Coffee to go, please?"

"Sure thing, sugar."

When she returned to the kitchen, Edward glared at him. "You're a fucking neanderthal. Don't mistaken my impassiveness for being weak, Emmett. I can get my hands dirty too. We can take this outside if that's what you really want to do." He rubbed his temples and huffed in irritation, "I don't have any issues with you. Bella's a nice girl, and I was a little concerned about her when it comes to my sister. That's it. Chill the fuck out."

"I'm not telling Rose. She's not right in the head. I saw that when I packed my clothes. For all I know it could set her off and she'll go after Bella."

Edward shrugged his shoulders and stared out the window. "It's your problem now. I did what I could. Now, I'm going back to my life with my girlfriend and steer clear of all of you," he finished the rest of his cup and paid the waitress.

Emmett stayed in the booth for a while after the kid left. What was Rosalie's deal? She once told him if he was not happy with her, she would let him go. He's finding out just how many lies she told...

Bella hugged Kate and waited until she turned toward the road before she went inside the house. It was nice to visit and have company over. The head librarian didn't mind being alone today. Bella made an appointment for the next week with the OB at Forks General. All in all, she was pleased with the way the rest of the day turned out.

The landline rang once again. She smiled to herself and quickly picked it up. "I told you I'm fine. You know, all this calling is unnecessary, right?"

The line was silent. Bella peeked at the caller i.d. on the receiver... Unknown... "Hello? Emmett?"

A feminine laugh trickled through the line. "It's not Emmett, honey. I really underestimated the Chief's little girl, didn't I?"

Bella gasped. She recognized the tone in that voice. She'd heard it before, when she tried to let Emmett go. "Rosalie. Why are you calling my house?"

"Just confirming a rumor. So, you are shacking up with my husband?"

"If you want to speak to Emmett you have his cell number. Don't call my house again."

The laugh made chills crawl up her spine and a foreboding feeling wash over her. "Or what, little girl? You think you can keep a man like Emmett satisfied for long? He'll come crawling back to me before the month is over."

Bella slammed the phone down and ripped the cord out of the wall.

Rosalie sat in her car, smiling at the phone in her hand. She looked up in time to see Emmett getting inside his cruiser. This isn't going to be easy - nothing worthwhile rarely is. She was never one to simply give up. Quil would forgive her. She knew that. Emmett would be hers again as well. All she had to do was wait.

You know this is wrong. Why are you doing this to yourself?

No one leaves me.

Ever.

Apologies for not updating. I am back, and writing like crazy. Next update will be sooner. Promise.

Quote from, The Picture of Dorian Gray