A/N None of the characters belong to me, everything is Stephanie Meyer's. I hope one day my story is obsolete because she chooses to continue the story of the Cullens. This is my own humble submission to how I think the story could continue.

Writing in each character's POV is tough, but fun. I am trying to be respectful of how each character's dialogue might be different. This chapter is another toughie, Emmett. Seeing as how Emmett and Jasper are fairly flat in the Twilight series, to prep for this chapter I pretended I was interviewing Emmett to get a sense of his voice. One thing he would like everyone to know? He doesn't just watch sports and play video games. ;) Without further adieu...

Emmett

Rosalie, usually my better half, was pouting again.

"I just love how we are invited to Christmas. Can you believe this Emmett? Esme called to tell us we are welcome to be home at Christmas." Rosalie flopped onto some-century antique arm chair with her legs dangling. I could hear the poor old wood strain under her frustration.

I stopped loading my golf bag and felt hope the drama was moving behind us. I couldn't be very sympathetic. This was her fault. Sure, Bella and Edward would have been pissed about the trip, but the abortion comment was beyond anything I thought Rose capable of doing. She and Edward have a complicated past, I get it. She wants nothing more in this life than to have what seems to just fall into Bella's lap, okay jealousy, I get it. Breaking up our family? I was still forgiving her.

"You told her we'd be there, right?" I said, looking hard at Rose.

"What, and dignify our banishment?"

"Rose..." I rarely stand up to Rose actually serious, but this wasn't a time for jokes.

Rose stood up, pranced across the room and sat down at her Macbook on the desk by the window. She pretended to ignore me by opening up her email.

"Rose...you don't want to do this." I was through with her pity party.

Silence.

I grabbed my golf clubs and my hat. She wants to play that way, fine. I knew she was already pissed I was playing golf with Carlisle today, but this was her mess to clean up. Not mine. I walked out on her without another word. Our new routine when I couldn't handle it anymore.

Thanks to her nasty tantrum at the farewell party the move to Charleston changed. Most of the family lived at the historical house downtown at 32 Charlotte Street. By most I mean everyone except us. Carlisle, Esme, Edward, Jake, Bella, and Renesmee shared the main house. Jasper and Alice took the Kitchen house. Rosalie and I have our own 3 bedroom place a few blocks away on Ashley Avenue.

I didn't disagree with Carlisle's decision. Sure, it made my life miserable- guilty by association. Edward put out an ultimatum. He would take his family and live on their own if nothing was done about Rosalie's obvious resentment and inexcusable public outburst. There was a bunch of discussion about what was best for Renesmee, if Edward could forgive Rosalie, did Bella get to Renesmee, but I mostly tuned it out. I was too angry for the first time in a very long time at my Rose.

Three months later and Esme was trying to bring the family back together. Problem was Rose was still Rose, angry at the world for being unfair. Edward could read that Rose wasn't truly repentant. She honestly resented his trumping her when it came to Renesmee because she was the only one to back up Bella's pregnancy at the beginning. Wrong or right, she feels like she fought for that child more than Edward and should be treated differently than just an Aunt.

As I drove the fifteen minutes to the golf course in Mount Pleasant me cell phone buzzed. Thinking it was Carlisle, I answered it without reading the name.

"Yo."

"Why did you just leave? You didn't say anything, you just walk out. So that's okay now?" Rose was on a tear. I fought the urge to destroy my cell phone with just a clench of my fist.

"Dammit Rose, I thought you were Carlisle. You knew I had a tee time today at 3." I worked very hard to not yell at her. Yelling wouldn't make anything better.

"Golf huh? You going to go over to the main house afterwards?"

"I don't know, maybe?"

"Fine." And she hung up on me.

I growled at my phone and tossed it into the passenger side floorboards. I loved Rosalie to death, but I wasn't always sure she wouldn't be the death of me.

Golf was a new passion of mine. For once being a vampire wasn't too much of an advantage, other than we never get tired. No, it took incredible control and for us, that was fairly difficult. Charleston ended up being a haven for me. I can be out in the sun, I can live life like I did as a human. Outside. I didn't even miss my Xbox 360 that Rose smashed to bits during a fight two weeks after we got here.

My newly-painted bright yellow Jeep pulled into the country club parking lot as my cell phone continued to buzz. I didn't even look to see who it was, I knew. I thought I saw Carlisle's BMW, but I couldn't be sure. Every "trust fund beach bum" here drives a yellow Jeep, which is why I gave up the red, and all the professionals around here have a BMW in their garage. Always black on black. Unless it's a chick, then the interior can be grey or tan and the exterior can be white. So I couldn't be positive it was Carlisle's BMW I saw between the Porsche Boxster and another black BMW sedan.

I was right, Carlisle was waiting for me in the club house. We both shared grins and a manly half-hug before heading to the driving range to wait for our actual tee time.

"I heard Esme called Rosalie today. I apologize if that made her upset." Carlisle said after nailing the 200 yard marker almost dead on.

"Yeah, don't sweat it. Rosalie is always going to be bitter that Renesmee isn't her baby. She keeps bugging me to go travel with her, but I don't think that's right. I'm all for doing our own thing, but not like this. Not when the entire family is pulling apart." I cursed under my breath as my ball took a wide slice to the right and came back left.

This wasn't a new conversation for us. Carlisle and I were both troubled by how splintered the family had become. For the first time, the "older Cullen kids" were not enrolling in high school. We decided long before the argument that in a large city like Charleston, SC we could get away with being recently graduated from high school or college, depending on the age we were turned. From there, the tanning, clothes, and money could get anyone to buy into a reasonable story. Mostly though, it was the money doing the convincing.

A course official with a clipboard approached us.

"Mr. Hale and Mr. Cullen? You may start your round of play."

I won't lie about my favorite part of golf: golf carts. I just wish they went faster.

"So what do you think about my suggestion we build our own golf course? Think about it, we could get Rose to sup' up the carts." I laughed at my own jibe.

Carlisle chuckled as he finished loading his clubs into the cart we would both share.

"I love the idea son, but I worry that enough land for a private golf course might be slightly ostentatious. Besides, who would do all of the landscaping?" Carlisle said, with a mischievous gleam to his eye. I wasn't fooled, this family owned an island. I would have my golf course.

"Are Alice and Jasper coming by more often? I'm hoping if Alice can forgive Rosalie, it will make it easier for Edward to do so." Carlisle said.

I drove the cart over the small hill and hit the parking break next to the first tee. I grabbed one of my Calloway one woods (we learned early on to have spare clubs, even with titanium shafts, we break them far more often than the humans) and headed to the tee box. Carlisle followed me, but stayed just off the tee box so I could take my shot. 250 yards, just 20 yards shy of the green on a Par 4. You know what they say, bad day on the range means a good day on the course.

"I'm pretty sure Alice has forgiven Rose, now the problem is over the clothing store. Alice wants Rose to work with her, but she's still all mopey and doesn't want to be around Alice too much."

Alice had her clothing boutique that she opted to open without Rosalie's assistance. The two of them were speaking, and Alice and Jasper came to visit our house, but Alice was in a tough position. Alice and Edward have always been very close, and she didn't want to be seen taking sides. Especially not the with the person on the wrong side. For the most part, the family understood a little where Rosalie was coming from, but no one condoned the behavior.

I enjoyed talking with Jasper and hearing such hilarious stories about cruise ship tourists. Jasper was using the cover story that he's named after his fourth or fifth great-grandpa who was a Major in the Confederate Army, and does historical tours and re-enactments as a "Civil War enthusiast." I laugh so hard at the problems he faces when some fact isn't right but he can't argue the point unless he can find historical documentation. I'm sure he fights the urge daily to just say, "Look, I was there. Trust me." I know on at least one occasion he had his proof fabricated when it came to something about weaponry in the field.

Carlisle addressed his ball on the tee, focusing to keep control.

"That's a shame. Esme wondered if she should ask Rosalie to join her in the farm house design more." Carlisle said just after he took his shot at the green. Damn man made it onto the green in one.

"Nice shot."

"Thanks." Carlisle gave me a genuine grin. Golf was great- peaceful- and yet you'd still cut the competition's throat if it meant you'd win the hole.

I used my pitching wedge to pop my ball right by the pin. With vampire eyes, Carlisle could tell it wouldn't go in, so he didn't even lift the flag.

"It's nice of Esme to include Rose, but I don't think it would go over well right now. She's real bad Carlisle. I don't know if I have ever seen Rosalie this far cut up about the whole baby and not being human thing. Rose loves Bella, and Edward. But it's like she is obsessed with how twisted fate is, where she can't have anything she wanted and Bella and Edward get everything they never asked for."

"Hmmm." Carlisle appeared to be contemplating his shot, but I knew better. His putt went right into the hole for an eagle. I settled for a birdie.

"I was afraid of this. Not a day goes by that I don't wonder if I sent Rosalie to a worse hell the night I changed her. I erroneously thought a woman who suffered that level of inhumanity would want a second chance. Instead all I gave her was an eternity to dwell on what was taken away from her." Carlisle furrowed his brow as we walked back to the golf cart, slightly faster than normal.

I placed a supportive hand on my 'father-in-law's' shoulder.

"Don't man, you didn't rape her in a back alley. It's not your fault those cards were dealt to Rose."

"No? I may not have raped her, but I certainly robbed her of peace in the matter. I never bought that her revenge would salve the wounds. I was hopeful when she wanted to turn you that it would help, but she didn't get a child, she got a mate. I don't think she ever wanted the husband back then, a husband was just a means to an end- having a family." Carlisle looked out at the swampy landscape surrounding the golf course as we reached Hole 2 very quickly. We had to wait a few moments while the foursome ahead of us finished the hole.

Carlisle really knew my wife. I wondered if Bella told him Rosalie wanted me because I looked like her friend's baby. Maybe Edward told Carlisle back then when he could hear Rosalie's thoughts.

"Tell me something Emmett. Rosalie isn't planning anything drastic is she?" Carlisle was trying to be gentle, but I understood his worry. He wanted to know if Rosalie would turn a child.

"No, never. The very idea of turning a child into a vampire repulses Rosalie. But I had another idea and I wanted to run it by you," I said, now thankful the four drunks ahead of us were going so slow and buying me time. This idea had swirled in my head for awhile now and it would be nice to get it out there.

"I don't think Rosalie will go back to weekly talks with me Emmett. I never was a good therapist, to humans or vampires." Carlisle assumed I was thinking about his and Rosalie's failed experiment to talk her through her past in the 1960s.

"No, I'm actually thinking the opposite direction Carlisle. Rosalie loves kids, but our skin has really limited our contact with humans. Now, we pass for human so much easier, and Rosalie has never tasted human blood. Her control rivals Bella's. I was thinking about suggesting Rosalie teach school." I held my breath as I expected Carlisle to say this was a terrible idea, even thought he would say it nicely.

Carlisle paused and worked on the idea in his own head for a moment before responding.

"Emmett, Rosalie is indeed one lucky woman. Suggesting she teach is a marvelous idea! Younger children especially, she would get to play that Mom role, and really make a difference in the students' lives."

I wasn't expecting the pure vote of confidence.

"Are you- are you sure? You don't think it would put anyone in danger?" I asked hesitantly.

I will admit the idea sounded great to me- it should snap Rose out of her depression and get her off my back, maybe even remove some of the tension in the family. However, I am not the best strategist in the family, I purposely ignore all the angles.

"I can't see why it would. Rosalie has gone through high school how many times? Bella and Jacob are going to college, Renesmee is in private school. We haven't shied away from living amongst the humans. Even Edward is working with me on my medical research." Carlisle finished. It was finally our turn to tee off.

"Well, I think I will mention it then." This time I hit the green on the first stroke. It felt great.

Carlisle got up to hit but stopped mid-step to the tee box. He turned around and looked right at me.

"Emmett, I've been worried about both of you. If Rosalie does indeed start teaching, what about you? All of us are finding a place for ourselves in Charleston, and I think you should consider what would make you happy son." Without waiting for my reply Carlisle took his stroke and landed just shy of the green, like my first shot of the game.

He had a point, everyone would be doing something. Edward and Carlisle are discovering a medical breakthrough, Esme is playing architect, Jasper re-enacts his human life, Alice sells high-end clothing to an endless stream of real-life Barbie dolls, and Jake and Bella were starting college in the spring. Even Renesmee was going to school, though I doubt she would choose that if it was up to her. If Rose did begin teaching, what would I do all day?

I didn't have the answer right now, but I knew I could use some of the time to keep working on my golf game.

My cell phone rang again on my drive back home. This time I answered. I wasn't angry anymore, I was worried. I didn't want to imagine things getting any worse.

"Yeah Babe?"

"Emmett Hale, why didn't you answer any of my phone calls? I called you back to apologize." Rosalie was back to her normal, or pretty close to it.

"Oh, so you don't like it when someone ignores you trying to talk to them?" I wasn't trying to be petty, but she needed a taste of her own medicine. Nothing was a bigger pet-peeve of mine than when she ignored me.

"Oh get over it, this is more important. Alice just called me with the best idea ever." Rosalie sounded genuinely enthused.

"Dammit! **Beep** Stay in a damn lane, asshole!"

"Excuse me?" Rosalie knew I wasn't talking to her. No one could drive in South Carolina, it was insane to think mortal beings even got behind the wheel of a car and braved the highways.

"I wasn't talking to you, some moron just weaved in and out of my lane almost hitting my baby."

"Oh, well anyway, you won't believe what Alice said. I guess there is a vacant teaching position at Renesmee's school, and guess who she saw filling it?"

All I could think was "Shit. Me and my dumb ideas."

A/N: Here we go, Emmett was fun to write for. Now to plan out the next few chapters. Some major shake ups about to happen in the Cullen family :) Don't worry too much about Emmett, he will find his place just a little later.