A/N: here is chapter 10! ******IMPORTANT****** for this chapter there will be a song to play and it's one of my favorite songs of all time! You ready…..it…is…With Arms Wide Open by Creed! I thought that it would go great with a part of this chapter because I have a surprise for you all in this chapter. As always, I'll tell you all when to start playing it so I advise you to get it ready right now. I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS! I JUST LIKE PLAYING WITH THEM!

BPOV

"I have some news on Emmett." When the doctor said that, I thought he would tell us all that Emmett had serious brain damage or even worse, was dead. I looked at the doctor with anticipation and he looked back at me with a tender smile.

"Well, Emmett had a hard impact to the head which caused some hemorrhaging to his brain." Oh my goodness. As soon as I heard him say that, I immediately gasped and put my hand to my mouth. "But, it miraculously stopped on its own which is something I still do not understand." He had a perplexed look on his face do to his astonishment on how Emmett's' brain basically healed itself. James and Carlisle looked relieved and now had smiles on their faces. I looked over at Rosalie and the fucking bitch was staring at her nails looking like nothing important was happening or like the man she claimed to love's life wasn't in danger. I rolled my eyes at her and went back to looking at the doctor.

"Is he going to be okay?" I asked with tears of joy rolling down my cheeks.

"Well, other than his broken left leg and arm and a couple of cracked ribs and cuts and bruises, he'll be fine. He is a very lucky man. If he wasn't the size that he is now, he would've been dead by now. I've put him in a chemically induced coma so his brain could fully heal. Other than all of that, he should be fine. I don't suspect him to have any brain damage but until his body decides to wake, we will not know until then." With that he told us a little more on Emmett's condition and left but not before telling us that we could all go in one at a time.

We all stood there quietly, with smiles on our faces.

"Um, Carlisle. It would make sense for you to go in first." Spoke James while wiping his nose from snot. I looked at Carlisle to encourage him and he replied with a shy smile.

"Thanks James. I'm a little hesitant though. I haven't seen Emmett in almost three years." James walked over to Carlisle and gave him a man hug.

"It's okay Carlisle. I know for a fact that he feels horrible about how things went down after Esme's funeral. He would beat himself everyday because of that. I also know that he loves you and would feel bad if you didn't go in there to show him some love." They let go of each other. James gave him another smile of encouragement and Carlisle was off to see his son.

Carlisle's POV

***Start playing music now!***

I walked into the room and was shocked at what I saw. There laid my son, helpless and there was nothing that I could do. I dashed over to his side and kneeled taking his hand. "Hey son, it's dad." I said with a little sob, but smiling. "I know that if you were awake, you would surely be laughing at me right now." I said with a chuckle. Each time Emmett would see me crying over something he would laugh or tease me. These past three years have been the hardest time of my life for me and I was surprised that my tear ducts still haven't dried out. Without letting go of his hand, I went across the room and grabbed a nearby chair and sat down.

I silently scanned Emmett's body and tears started to stream down my face. He had his head wrapped in bandages with spots of blood seeping through. Both of his eyes were swollen and his whole left side was covered with casts and bandages. "I am so sorry for how I have treated you, Em. Ever since your mom died, I just shut you out and did all I could to ignore you. I know that's not good because I'm a psychiatrist and I'm doing the exact opposite of what I tell my patients to do when they are going over grief. Ironic huh?" I said with a small laugh. But then it soon faded. "I was supposed to keep you close to me and we were supposed to get through this whole ordeal together. You weren't supposed to turn into a drunk. I should've been there for you, but I wasn't." I gently squeezed his hand and rubbed his cast.

"I remember when your mother first told me she was pregnant with you. At first, I was terrified. Thoughts went through my head like what if the baby doesn't like me?…will I be a good father?...will he be like me if it's a boy? Your mom never told you this, but I was quite the ladies' man before I met her. I hoped you wouldn't be, but I was terribly wrong." I said with a smile.

"When you finally came out, you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You had the bluest of eyes and surprisingly a head full of brown curls. I held you to my chest, blood and fluid all over you but I didn't care. All I cared about was you at that point and I promised myself that I would keep you safe and never let anyone or anything hurt you. I would embrace you with my arms wide open. When you smiled at me, I finally felt complete. Like all that I was waiting for finally came into my grasp. I was no longer scared of all of the bad things that could happen. But what I was scared of was what would have happened if I didn't have you in my life." I wiped a stray tear off of my cheek and kept talking to Emmett.

Before I could say another word, I saw that Emmett had a tear running down. I leaned forward and gently wiped his bruised cheek. Thank goodness he could hear me. "Emmett, son. If you could hear me please squeeze my hand." Nothing happened. "Emmett, please. I promise that from this day on, I'll give you all of the love that you could bare. I'll be the best father you could ask for. I know that I couldn't be there for you in your time of need but that will change from now on. I…I feel so guilty. I said all of that stuff to you when you were born and now I feel bad that I couldn't fulfill all of those promises. I couldn't protect you and after your mom died, everything went to shit. I am so sorry, Emmett. I am so sorry. I love you so much. Even though mom's not here, I'll give you enough love that it will compensate for her. Please, squeeze my hand son." With that, I saw another tear fall from his closed swollen eye and all of a sudden, I felt slight pressure to my hand.

I cried. I cried for Emmett. I cried for Esme. I cried for myself. But most of all, I cried because I was so happy that God gave my son an extra chance at life. The fact that he was able to squeeze my hand was a sign from God telling me that all I had to do was give Emmett all of my life and everything would be okay. I would have the relationship I so longed for when we were apart and I would have the love that every father deserved from their son. I, no we would get through this, together.

EmPOV

When I first heard someone come in, I was hoping that it would be Bella. After that dream I had with my mom in it, all I thought about was Bella. I knew that the doctors put me in a chemically induced coma so I had a whole bunch of time to think about how I would try to win Bella back, I had been such an asshole to her, and I was sure to make it up to her when I could.

I sensed the person come closer and then they grabbed my hand. Who is it? I felt the person's hand and immediately cast out Bella as a possibility. This person's hands were rough and kind a=of callused. Bella's hands were soft and smooth and had a gentle touch to them. I remember exactly how they felt. Our night together those long three years ago suddenly came to mind. Her soft hands rubbing my back intimately while we had sex. The feeling of her soft hands on my back was imprinted to my body.

Now, here I am, in a coma, but my mind wide opened able to hear everything, and I think I'm getting hard. At least I know that I'm not paralyzed from the waist down. Awesome! "Hey son, it's dad." Ah shit, all thoughts of Bella went out the window. I sensed that he was crying and when he said that if I could see him I would be laughing right now, he was totally correct. I was instead laughing in the inside. I felt him shift and heard something that sounded like a chair being dragged next to my bed.

Whenever i would watch those cheesy medical shows, i would always think that it was bullshit how they would say that a person in a coma could hear everything that went on around them. i guess i was wrong. If I was awake right now, I would feel really awkward right now. Him holding my hand hasn't happened in years. When he went into his whole speech about how he was supposed to look after me and how guilty he felt, I myself couldn't help but feel guilty. I shut him out for so long and lashed out all of my frustration on alcohol, him, and even Bella. The last straw was when finished telling me the story of when I was born. He sounded so compassionate and genuine that I cried. I felt a tear coming down my face and I cursed at myself for my body not being responsive. I hated being so vulnerable.

Before the tear touched the pillow, my father wiped it away. "Emmett, son. If you could hear me please squeeze my hand." I tried so hard but I couldn't. It was like I was being controlled by a puppet master and he wouldn't let me move my own muscles. In tried and tried but nothing happened. "Emmett, please. I promise that from this day on, I'll give you all of the love that you could bare. I'll be the best father you could ask for. I know that I couldn't be there for you in your time of need but that will change from now on. I…I feel so guilty. I said all of that stuff to you when you were born and now I feel bad that I couldn't fulfill all of those promises. I couldn't protect you and after your mom died, everything went to shit. I am so sorry, Emmett. I am so sorry. I love you so much. Even though mom's not here, I'll give you enough love that it will compensate for her. Please, squeeze my hand son." With that, another tear fell down from my eye and with all my might, I squeezed his hand. If I was in my normal state, I could've easily broken his hand but instead, it was slight pressure that I brought.

I heard my father cry, but something told me that they were tears of joy and not anguish. A few seconds later, I felt him lean forward and gently give me a kiss on the forehead. It felt nice to have him this close to me. I missed it so much.

"So," he said sniffling. "James is here and I know he is dying to see you." He was right. James would always worry about me whenever I would get tackled too hard on the field. I wonder how he was right now. "You also have a couple more visitors." Please let Bella be one of them. Please let Bella be one of them. Please let Bella be one of them. "Unfortunately, Rosalie is here." NO! That bitch had no right to be here. "I know how you feel about her but if I don't let her see you, she'll kill me. But on the bright side, another person is here. I think Bella was her name." As soon as he said that, I was doing back flips and cartwheels on the inside. If I was responsive I would've had a huge smile on my face right about now. I heard a knock on the door and as much as I loved James like a brother I was seriously hoping it was Bella.

"Speaking of the devil, Rosalie, James, and Bella are here to see you." With that, he gave me another kiss on the forehead and let go of my hand. I heard him say something to everyone and heard him leave the room.

"Emmett Dale McCarty Cullen, you have some serious esplainin' to do." bantered James. Each time I did something reckless, he would always use his Ricky Ricardo accent and this was apparently one of those moments. Here it goes.

A/N: So…. Did you like it? This is my first POV other than Em's or Bella's. Tell me what you all think please. I also hoped you all like the song I added to CPOV. It flowed really nicely. R&R please. I'm a whore when it comes to reviews. im really trying to incorporate Edward in the later chapters...so if anyone has ideas on how to do that please tell me! thx!