Thanks so much for the reviews! I appreciate all of them :) I hope you enjoy this chapter of the story that just keeps going...(also a reminder..I don't have a beta reader and I try to catch all mistakes...but I"m only human so sorry if there are any I miss. Also, Twilight is not mine)

Bella woke slowly, watching idly as her dream faded, and the sunlight coming in through the windows touched her eyes. She opened them and stretched languidly, smiling a little when the cold presence beside her moved away a bit to give her room, then moved closer, chilled arms slipping around her and icy lips pressing against her shoulder, covered in a bandage. "How are you feeling?" She looked up into his eyes and smiled, blinking a little at the bright light, and leaned over to kiss him.

"Fine. How are you feeling?" He chuckled, his eyes lighting up in mirth, and moved some hair behind her ear.

"Very well."

"You weren't bored? Watching me sleep can't be all that interesting…" He laughed again, kissing her forehead.

"I can't be bored when I'm with you. But I did go downstairs for a little while. Jasper and Emmett dragged me into one of their video games." She smiled, moving closer and resting her head on his arm, taking a deep breath of his scent. He always made her feel safe, no matter the situation, and she tried to use that as much as possible, especially when unpleasant memories threatened to surface. "Carlisle is wondering how your arm feels." She moved it a little and looked at up him.

"Sore, but not bad. I can move my arm fine."

"Okay. We'll put it back in the sling then." He grinned when she rolled her eyes, trying to express her irritation at the, in her eyes, unnecessary, addition. "It's only for another day or so. It's not a big deal really, Bella." He laughed when she glared at him. "What? It's just to keep you from reinjuring it. You're lucky he doesn't make you wear the sling for a week. He's letting you off easy."

"Where is everyone?" She asked, changing the subject.

He placed an arm around her and sat up, pulling her with him as he slipped the sling over her head and helped maneuver her arm into it. "Carlisle and Esme are in his study. Rosalie is in the garage with Emmett. Alice and Jasper are…out." She looked up at him strangely. "What? We go out sometimes." He laughed softly and helped her to her feet, instantly wrapping his arms around her and holding her to his chest. "Maybe we can try it tomorrow? The meadow would be nice."

"That sounds fantastic…can we go today?" He chuckled and shook his head.

"Nice try, but no. I think you'd better take it easy again today." She started to answer but a light on the nightstand caught her eye and she frowned, stepping past him and picking up her phone, instantly noticing his annoyed expression. "It kept vibrating and I didn't want it to wake you, so I put it on silent." He told her, slightly apologetic. "I didn't think you'd want to talk to anyone." She flipped the phone open and realized she'd just missed a call from her mother, the thought making her grimace. "Are you okay?"

"I really don't want to talk to her." She told him sadly as she checked her missed call log, scrolling through seven missed calls. 'But she's my mother…I shouldn't ignore her calls.' She sighed, shutting the phone and clenching it in her hand.

"Leave it with Carlisle." He suggested softly. She looked up at him in confusion and he grinned. "He can answer if it's Renee, and if it's an emergency, then he can tell you. But you won't have to talk to her if you don't want to." She nodded.

"Will he mind?"

"Not at all." Bella jumped and spun around, falling against Edward, and giving Carlisle, who was suddenly standing in the doorway, an exasperated look. Edward snorted and helped her stand on her own. "The door was open." He defended himself, and Edward laughed.

"Are you sure you don't mind." Bella asked, clutching her phone in her hands. Carlisle shook his head and stepped into the room, taking her clenched hand in her own and gently opening her fingers, taking the phone into his own and dropping it into his pocket. "I'll be in my study today. I have plenty of paperwork to catch up on, and Esme will probably stay with me, so one of us will get you if something happens, okay?" He placed his hands on Bella's shoulders and leaned down, kissing her on the forehead. Smiling, Bella threw her right arm around him.

"Thank you."

"Of course." He mumbled, holding her close with one arm and stroking her hair with the other. "Don't worry."

Carlisle smiled at Edward, squeezing his shoulder briefly, then stepped out, heading back to his study. "Esme made breakfast if you're hungry, Bella." He told her kindly before stepping back into his study and shutting the door softly.

"Come on, let's feed the human." Edward spoke up, kissing her temple. Bella smiled and nodded, taking his hand and letting him lead her downstairs.

Carlisle glanced up from his paperwork from the hospital and looked at the little phone that began to buzz. Esme picked it up, checked the name, and flipped it open, pressing it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Hello? Bella?" Esme sighed softly at the voice.

"No. This is Esme Cullen, her…" Esme closed her eyes and forced a small smile, the pained look on her face literally making his heart ache. "Edward's mother. Can I help you?"

"I want to talk to Bella." Carlisle could hear her sharp tone from his desk and started to stand, but Esme gave him a reproving look.

"I'm sorry miss..."

"Mrs. Renee Dwyer." The woman snapped.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Dwyer, but Bella doesn't with to speak with anyone unless it is an emergency. She just got out of the hospital and…"

"I want to talk to my daughter right now!" Carlisle growled softly, but Esme was perfectly calm.

"Mrs. Dwyer…" She began, taking a deep breath, but was cut off as the woman began to shout again. He stood now, but Esme kept waving him off, turning in the chair to face the other way. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the desk, listening carefully. "Mrs. Dwyer, I already told you, Bella doesn't wish to…" And then the woman was screaming again, and Carlisle was done.

Carlisle was known for his even temper and compassion. He dealt with humans all the time, most of them in pain and irritable, and with coworkers that were competitive workaholics, most with a God complex which he found amusing. He'd had his share of sharp comments thrown at him, and took it with good grace and understanding. But lately he'd had enough. First came the attack of his daughter and the revelation that she'd faced the same treatment as a child. Then Charlie had accused not only himself…which was appalling but, as anything against himself, forgivable, but also his sons, which was completely unforgivable, of hurting their beloved little human. Then she was shot, in pain, sick, and suffered a panic attack all in less than 48 hours. He was completely done with understanding and compassion for the moment…too many things were screwing with his family, and he was sick of it. Now, this woman was screaming at his beloved wife, whose only crime was protecting their little girl from any more pain, intentional or not, from her mother. He snatched the phone from her hand, ignoring her surprised glare, and clenched his jaw.

"Excuse me. May I ask why you are shouting at my wife?" He snapped. The conversation didn't go well, but he remained mostly polite, due in part to his wife's hand on his own, gently squeezing in an effort to keep him calm. But Bella had walked by at the end, her eyes checking automatically for an open door to his study, and caught Esme's sad expression.

"Esme? Are you okay?" Carlisle smiled, his eyes softening at her concerned tone, and Esme did as well, standing to hug their little girl. "What…oh! Sorry, Carlisle." She dropped her tone, not wanting to interrupt him while he was talking on the phone, and he waved away her apology while Esme kissed her on the forehead. They were both just happy to see her back on her feet, and Carlisle temporarily forgot about the woman on the other line, until she began shouting at him again.

"Tell Bella that I have to talk to her! Please! I need to speak with her!" Carlisle sighed, drawing Bella's attention, and he spoke up, holding the phone away from his ear.

"Bella, Renee wishes to speak with you." He hated how the girl's face paled…how her breath caught and her heart sped up, terrifying him once again.

"Do…do I have to?" Esme shook her head, beating Carlisle to reassure her.

"No, of course not sweetie." She whispered, stroking her hair.
"Can…can I go back downstairs now?" The pained, trapped look on the girl's face broke his heart, and Carlisle gave her a gentle smile.

"Of course." She fled the room, stepping out of Esme's arms and disappearing down the hall. Being as polite as he could at the moment, Carlisle hung up on Renee and pulled his wife into his arms.

"I hate this." She whispered, sobbing softly.

"I know….me too."

"She wasn't like this…she's so scared!" He nodded. That was what worried him. He'd never seen Bella have a panic attack before, and to see it now…his own eyes filled and he held his wife tighter. "She shouldn't have to go through this! I thought she was getting better!" Esme pulled away and looking into his eyes, her own pleading.

"She was…but when her father found out…it made her remember again. And now that Renee knows…it terrifies her. She's afraid that we'll stop believing her…Renee did…Charlie doubted her as well. She's afraid we'll hurt her like they did. Jasper and Emmett are helping…we all are." He assured her. "She needs to know that she's safe and that we understand what happened to her."

"But what if…"

Carlisle shook his head. "No, love. She will get better. We are going to make sure of it." For all his assurances, he felt like a failure as a father. He was doing his best, but no matter how he tried, he just couldn't seem to protect Bella.

Bella stared down at her phone and, with a sigh, flipped it open. She'd taken it back from Esme and Carlisle earlier that day, insisting that she would be fine. Besides, she couldn't bear to have Renee shouting at Esme…she couldn't bear to have anyone shouting at her second mother. Esme had been kind about it, promising later that it didn't bother her, but Bella knew that it bothered Carlisle and that was enough for her. Pressing the phone to her ear, she was surprised to hear Phil's voice.

She greeted him hesitantly, but as soon as he began to speak, she felt it…the same consuming fear she'd felt two days ago. 'Too much.' She thought desperately as he began to 'reason' with her in his condescending voice. 'He doesn't believe me. Renee probably thinks it was my fault. No…I didn't want her to know…she'll be so ashamed. Why couldn't I stop them?' In the midst of her panic, his words made her stop short, her breath catching.

"Don't you think you would have told someone if that had really happened?" Bella felt as though someone were sitting on her chest as she started sob, her breath coming in quick, pained gasps. Phil really believed that she would lie about this…would hurt her mother for no reason. Placing a hand against her chest, she whimpered softly, the constricting feeling in her chest becoming more and more painful. "This is really hurting your mother. Don't you care Bella?" Bella felt her breath catch in her throat and tried to breathe, her heartbeat accelerating in response to her panic.

Suddenly the phone was ripped out of her hand and she was tucked against a cold, hard body, a wave of peace and contentment going to war with her panic. A soft voice snarled something, but she couldn't make out any words as she fought to breathe, her weak gasps growing more and more desperate as black dots danced across her vision. Her phone hit the floor with a soft thump, and Jasper's blurry face appeared in front of hers. "Bella, calm down. None of us think you're lying, darling. He's not going to bother you again. It's okay. C'mon, Bella. You have to breathe." His voice was anxious in response to the panic she was sure she was projecting, but she just couldn't breathe! She clutched his arm, tugging on it urgently as she gasped, begging in a breathless voice through her gasps.

"Please…please…can't! I can't…!" She sobbed again and he gripped her arms when she started to sway as she hyperventilated, helping her sit on the edge of the bed and surrounding her with another dose of calm and peace, but it wasn't reaching her. All she could think of was her mother's face as Phil told her that her daughter was lying…or that she'd been at fault…that she should have told her…should have fought back. 'I should have! I shouldn't have let it happen.'

"Carlisle!" Jasper's voice was bordering on panic and she wondered what he could possibly be worried about, but realized quickly that she was still desperately gasping for breath and that the black spots in her vision were getting bigger. "I can't calm her down! She's having a panic attack!" Everything seemed to swim around her as Carlisle seemed to disappear and then reappear with something in his hands. Someone held her arm tightly, and she fought as hard as she could. She didn't want to be held down! She wanted to breathe! But the hand on her arm held it completely still and she finally quit resisting, letting the tears fall unchecked down her face as there was a soft prick in the crook of her arm, making her gasp and whimper. Immediately Carlisle pulled her into his arms, cradling her against him as he sat beside her.

"Shh. It's okay. That's going to help. It's okay, sweetheart." She felt tears falling down her face, but suddenly lifting her hand to wipe her face was too much effort, and she felt herself go limp against him after a few moments. "There you go, Bella. Breathe, honey." She did, greedily sucking in air as her eyes closed, finally feeling the peace and contentment that Jasper had tried so hard to give her.

Jasper gritted his teeth and focused on keeping his fury and panic to himself, not wanting to hurt Bella any more than she already had been by projecting. He had just returned with Alice from a day together hiking and….well spending time together in the woods, passing Edward who sat on the couch downstairs, and learning that Bella was in the shower attached to his room. He had been about to sit and watch TV with him before he suddenly began feeling a strange emotion coming from upstairs..…something close to fear. Immediately, he'd headed upstairs, motioning for Edward to stay where he was. There was nothing dangerous in the house…well, apart from the family of vampires she lived with, and he had no idea what could be causing those feelings. But then they were getting stronger…much stronger than he'd ever felt from her, and he'd raced up the remaining stairs, arriving in her bedroom in half a second, plenty of time to catch the final words from the voice on the phone and the panicked, pained look on her face as she had gasped, lips parted as though she couldn't breathe, and he realized that she couldn't.

He'd grabbed the phone from her nearly limp hand, slipping an arm around her and trying to calm her down while demanding to know the name of the soon-to-be-dead moron who was hurting his little sister.

"Phil Dwyer. Who is this?" Jasper had clenched his jaw at the irritated tone of the man's voice. So this was Bella's stepfather, he realized. He'd met the man once, when Bella was in the hospital the first time, and he hadn't really felt anything toward the man. Of course, he'd been trying to comfort his family and keep from projecting his own emotions…so he hadn't noticed much about Bella's family. Now he felt nothing but hatred as his little sister leaned on him, gasping for air as she struggled through the panic attack.

He had taken a millisecond to mourn the fact that he didn't have time for a proper threat, and clenched the phone in his hand, nearly cracking the plastic. "You ever call my little sister again, I'll come and find you. Do you understand me?" He had growled, letting every bit of hatred he felt for the man bleed into his voice.

"Little sister? Who is this? Is that a threat!"

Bella had gasped beside him, a sob breaking through, and he had nearly broken the phone in frustration and fear. She had been bordering on collapse and he had to calm her down. "I wouldn't test it if I were you." He had snarled, snapping the phone shut and letting the stupid thing fall to the floor as he used every ounce of his talent to try and calm her. "Bella, calm down." He had begged softly, rubbing her arms with his hand and sending more calming waves toward her. "None of us think you're lying, darlin. He's not going to bother you again. It's okay. C'mon, Bella. You have to breathe." Jasper had realized at that moment that, had he been human, tears would have been falling down his face, so strong were his own emotions. As it was, his eyes had filled with venom and he'd blinked it back furiously, desperate to ease her pain as her gasps grew weaker and her eyes lost focus.

"Please…please…can't!" She had gasped loudly, nearly collapsing against him, and he had flinched at the all-consuming panic that washed over him. "I can't…!" She blinked, her eyes unfocused, and she was unable to even finish her sentence.

'I can't help her…this isn't doing anything….' He had pulled her closer then, kissing her forehead, but wasn't sure if she noticed, and he helped her sit down, his arms around her as he leaned her back against him, tilting her head back and hoping to open her airway as much as possible.

"Carlisle!" He had all but screamed, his voice raw and pained, and instantly Carlisle was in the room, his eyes wide in surprise and worry.

"Jasper! What…."

Jasper had been too frantic to let him finish. "I can't calm her down! She's having a panic attack!" Carlisle had fled the room then, his face grim and worried, and then returned a second later with a syringe.

"Hold her still." He had told his son quietly, flinching when Bella fought weakly against Jasper's firm hold on her arm, tears falling down her face. Too weak to fight, she'd seemed to resign herself to the prick in her arm and Carlisle cupper her cheek as he pushed the medicine into her bloodstream. "Oh sweetheart…" He'd whispered, his own eyes wet, and Jasper had let him hold her, slouching down to the ground and sobbing softly into his hands.

Glancing up, he realized that she was now limp and breathing normally, his gift combined with the medication putting her into a zombie-like state, but he couldn't get the image of her blue tinged lips… or her desperate pleas to him, out of his mind. He was furious…no. He was beyond furious. He wanted to murder that man, and for the first time in his life as a vampire, it had nothing to do with blood. He wanted this man to suffer like he'd made his little sister, now limp and still weakly gasping for breath in their father's arms, had suffered.

Looking at Carlisle's face, he knew his father felt the same. His father was confused, but furious, and Jasper took a long breath. When he spoke, his voice was still raw. "Her step-father called. From what I heard, he was calling her a liar…telling her that she was hurting her mother for no reason and should know better." For a second, he prepared himself to catch Bella, as his father tensed as though he would jump up and start hunting the man down. His emotions were overwhelming for a second, and Jasper caught his breath at their intensity. But after a forced breath and a dose of calm from his son, Carlisle was back to focusing on Bella. "She was just crying at first…but I could feel her fear when I came in…the same kind I felt yesterday. But this was worse. She was paralyzed with it…her pulse was too fast, and, as you can tell, she couldn't breathe. She was about to pass out when I called for you." He spoke in low voice, too low for Bella to hear, but he felt Edward and Emmett's presence in the doorway and wondered how long they had been there.

Edward seemed paler than normal, which was physically impossible, and stood as still as a statue. Emmett, on the other hand, stormed into the room when Jasper finished speaking, racing up to their father and Bella, and started to pull her into his arms. For a moment, Carlisle seemed about to fight back, his body stiffening as though protecting Bella from another threat, but one look into Emmett's eyes and he calmed, pulling back and letting his son take his sister with a strained smile.

His brothers were murderous. Edward hadn't moved from his spot in the doorway and, judging by his emotions, was wondering if he should comfort his mate after a perceived attack, or find the attacker and tear him apart, leaving her in the capable hands of his family. Jasper could sympathize.

"What is wrong with these people?" Emmett asked his voice honestly pained and bewildered as he looked down into Bella's unresponsive face, rocking her back and forth gently in his arms. Jasper shook his head and Carlisle snorted, a humorless sound.

"They are morons." The doctor declared, his voice still furious, and Jasper knew that their father had had enough. But looking at his brothers, Jasper knew that they all had. She'd been hurt too many times by these people, and they were not getting another chance.

Emmett sat back against the headboard once again, Bella cradled in his lap, while Edward stood stiffly by, his jaw clenched. Every so often the smaller vampire would growl or muter to himself, glance up at Bella's limp form in Emmett's lap, and then go back to imitating a statue. Emmett understood though…it was how his brother coped. Jasper had stood after a few minutes, followed by Carlisle, and the two were in Carlisle's study, debating on taking a little trip to Florida. Surprisingly, Carlisle wasn't as against it as Emmett had thought he would be.

Bella began to stir after another half hour, her eyes blinking as he came into focus, and she gave him a look full of confusion. "Emmett?" He smiled, unable to help himself. She was always able to pack so much meaning into just their names. She trusted him…completely, and the fact that she had woken up from a drug-induced haze in his arms didn't bother her at all. She seemed relieved, actually, to be held by him as she rested her head against him.

"Hey Bells. Carlisle had to give you some medicine to calm you down. No, don't worry. It's okay. You're fine." He assured her when her eyes widened.

"Phil thinks…"

"I don't give a sh*t what Phil thinks." Emmett growled. "He's a moron, and we all know it. He's lucky he lives so far away…it would be an inconvenience to drive all the way down there just to kill one person."

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't be." He told her firmly, not knowing why she insisted on apologizing for things that weren't her fault. "You couldn't have known he'd be such a as….jerk." He censored himself, not wanting to incur Esme's wrath by swearing too much around his little sister…not in the house anyway. "You thirsty?" He sat up, helping her move off of his lap and onto the bed. "There you go….can you stand up?" She did, with his help, and his heart clenched at the sight of this little fragile human girl as she clutched his arm, trying valiantly to stand on her own.

"I've got you." He promised, supporting her weight easily. Her ankle was pretty much fine…Carlisle had x-rayed it and declared it too minor an injury to really worry about, but he wasn't about to chance her making it worse. She gave him a grateful smile as he led her to the door.

"Where's Edward?" She asked softly, glancing at the shut door to Carlisle's study.

"Talking to Carlisle and Jasper…I think Jasper's still trying to calm him down."

"From what?" He stared down at her incredulously. 'Is this girl serious?' He had to wonder, but her face was perfectly genuine.

"Bella…someone attacked his mate." He told her simply, putting it in terms that she could, hopefully, understand.

"Phil didn't…"

"Oh no. We're not playing that game again, Bella." He told her firmly. "He attacked you…verbally anyway. He hurt you so badly that a doctor had to medicate you in order to calm you down…no don't worry about it. You had a panic attack and it was too severe for Jasper to calm you down, so Carlisle sedated you. It's okay…you won't have to talk to that mothe…jerk again. But Edward was already on edge, and after seeing how much that…" Emmett scowled in frustration at his own inability to find inoffensive pronouns. "…how much Phil hurt you…let's just say he's ready to kill the guy. Actually, so are Carlisle and Jasper."

Her eyes widened. "Carlisle."

"Someone hurt his daughter." He told her simply, a little surprised when her eyes filled and a tear slipped down her face. He started to ask if she was okay, but she smiled softly down at the floor and he realized that she wasn't sad at all. Smiling, he hugged her to his side and helped her down the stairs and to the kitchen where he poured her a glass of water and began to entertain her with his culinary skills…or lack thereof.

Edward cradled his head in his hands, his entire body tense and ready for a fight as he sat on the sofa in his father's study. Jasper stood by the window, his arms crossed as he gazed through the glass, as though keeping watch. He was thinking about tearing Bella's stepfather apart. Carlisle was sitting in his desk chair, his entire body thrumming with furious energy as his hands literally shook. Edward had never seen either of them this furious and was glad that he wasn't the only one. Of course he knew how much they cared about his beloved Bella, but had apparently underestimated how far they would go for her. At the moment, Carlisle was planning a road trip to Florida.

Glancing up when he felt another presence in the room, he nodded stiffly to his sister. "No need." All three of them watched as she leaned against the wall by the door, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed in anger. It was rare to see Alice truly angry about something, but her teeth were bared in a snarl that had nothing to do with the people in the room. The males of the family weren't the only one's who'd had enough of this crap, Edward realized, but his realization was cut off when he saw Alice's vision. "Her mother and stepfather will arrive tomorrow evening." Edward leapt to his feet and snarled in Alice's direction, a gesture so obviously meant toward her vision that neither herself nor Jasper moved an inch. "Can we kill them?"

Carlisle gave Alice a long, thoughtful look, and Edward knew that he was honestly contemplating it. "Not here, obviously. And not both of them. Phil seems to be the main problem." Her eyes were completely serious, which didn't really surprise Edward. From the beginning, Alice had been Bella's biggest supporter, declaring that she loved the girl and that they would be best friends, and her prediction had come true. Despite Bella's protests and complaints, Edward knew that she truly loved his sister and spending time with her. According to Bella, she'd never really had any good friends…something that surprised him, considering the way she seemed to draw people in. But she thrived with his family, and they loved her in return. So Alice's plans were neither half-formed nor made in jest. "We'll let them come in, scare them a bit, and let them go home. Then one or two of us can follow them and kill him on the way….we'll have to get him away from Renee…" She placed a small finger to her mouth as she planned it out and Edward and Jasper looked to Carlisle.

Finally, after a longer moment of thought than Edward had expected, Carlisle shook his head. "No…we aren't going to kill anyone." He spoke with some regret. "Don't get me wrong…I'd love to. But no…we aren't going down that road."

"So we let them come here?"

"Yes." He said simply.

"We let them hurt her again?" Jasper asked incredulously, and Carlisle spun around, facing his son with a fierce expression.

"No!" He snarled. "Never again. They'll never see her again." He promised, his voice fervent.

"If she wants to see them?" Alice asked softly.

Carlisle sighed, pinching his nose between his fingers. "Of course we won't forbid her anything." Carlisle amended in a more moderate tone. "She won't be forced to see them. And we won't leave them alone with her. She's had enough." He told them all softly, speaking aloud the thoughts that didn't need to be said. "She's had two panic attacks in two days. She's recovering from being shot…the trauma of losing at least one person she knew well…that's enough." They all nodded, their eyes solemn.

Emmett glanced over at Rosalie, who stood in the living room, unseen by Bella, as he placed a plate of somewhat edible food in front of their sister. They had both been listening to Alice's discussion with the rest of the family, minus Esme who was out in her garden, and he didn't like the direction it was going. Judging by the look on his wife's face, neither did she. Emmett didn't want that monster in his house…he didn't really want either of them there actually. He didn't know anything about medicine really, or about emotional trauma in humans, but he wasn't sure how much more Edward's little human could take. He'd stood in the doorway with Edward as Carlisle had stuck the needle in her arm, Bella gasping for air and fighting weakly against Jasper's hold on her. He'd watched his fierce southern brother sob on the floor as Carlisle rocked her limp body…watched Edward stand by, completely helpless as his mate was sedated. He never wanted to see any of that again.

"They won't hurt her." Rosalie's voice was too quiet for Bella to hear, but Emmett met her fierce gaze squarely. Sitting down beside the girl across from Emmett, Rosalie threw an arm around Bella's shoulders, surprising the girl as she ate, and making her laugh softly.

"Hey Rosalie. I thought you were in the garage."

"I'm almost finished…just thought I'd come see what you were up to." She said with a casual shrug, eyeing her plate with distaste. "Emmett, you have many skills, love. But cooking isn't one of them." Emmett had stuck out his tongue while Bella laughed, but he could see the fierce protectiveness under the humor. Rosalie might not agree with Bella about the whole becoming a vampire thing, and she might fight with her from time to time, but she was not letting anyone else hurt her sister. This was now personal.