I know, I know. I'm sorry. Anyway…Well it turns out you all basically want Emmett to be Bella's biological father. So it looks like I MIGHT have to find a way to make this work out…

Emmett POV

"I'm not Bella's dad," I said to Rosalie.

The look of shock was laced all over Rosalie's face. She was certain I was, but I knew I wasn't. I think I would have remembered when Bella was conceived.

"What?" Rose said to me in disbelief, "You have to be. Who else could it have been?" She yelled angry that I wasn't.

"Rose, we didn't even know each other properly then. I remember you coming to me crying."

Flashback – March 1989.

I was sitting at home on the couch watching TV. I loved having days off at work. It's my chance to do nothing. Even though I had nothing it do I was really bored watching these TV shows. Aimlessly flicking through channels, that was until somebody was pounding on my door. I slowly lifted myself off the couch whilst yelling at the person behind the door that I was coming. I finally reached the door and open it. Rosalie was standing there crying. She flung herself into my arms and continued crying.

"Rosalie, sweetie, what's wrong?" I asked sincerely. I manoeuvred us towards the couch after closing the front door. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my lap and let her cry on my shoulder.

"'M…pr…t," Rosalie mumbled in my shoulder.

"Rosalie, I can't understand you when you're mumbling,"

Rosalie tried to control her crying but only ended hiccupping on her tears. "I said, I'm pregnant."

Whoa! That came as a shock to me. I froze on the spot. Rosalie must have noticed. I couldn't be the father. I had reasons why I couldn't for that. Although miracles do happen. I composed myself quickly.

"Hey, it's alright. We'll work through this together," I said soothingly. This brought a small smile to her face.

Flashback – September 13, 1989.

"EMMETT," Rosalie screamed at me. Rosalie was going to pop any day now. She didn't like me using that term. We were sure whether she was having a boy or a girl. Rosalie wanted it to be a surprise for the both of us. I've helped support her all the way through. Her parents never helped her. They lost respect for Rosalie they day she said she was pregnant.

"Coming," I stomped along towards my room, "what's the matter?"

"My water just broke," Rosalie said.

"And," was I suppose to know what that meant. Rosalie looked at me like I was stupid. "OH MY GOSH, we have to take you to the hospital. Wait there's only me to take you. Hurry up Rosalie!"

We arrived at the hospital and we were in one of the many rooms. Rosalie was holding my hand. More like squeezing it every time she had a contraction. I really didn't want to be here but for the sake of Rosalie I was. Just don't blame me if I faint when I see the baby with all that stuff on it.

"She's ready," one of the doctor's yelled.

I looked at Rosalie the entire time. I was saying comforting words to her but I don't think she was listening. Some time had past. Well it seemed like a lot. My hand was very red and sore.

"It's a girl!" A nurse exclaimed.

"We have a daughter," Rosalie said exhausted. I kissed her on her forehead. The nurse went and cleaned the unnamed baby and brought her back.

Rosalie was holding her in her arms. I had to admit she was a beautiful baby and she would one day call me dad. I was hoping Rosalie would let her anyway.

"What is her name going to be?" I asked Rose quietly while stroking the baby's soft face.

"Isabella Marie Hale," Rosalie replied just as quietly. I was disappointed she used her last name. I kept quiet because really it was Rosalie's choice.

Flashback – September 13, 1993

"MUUUM, DAAAD," said Bella jumping on our bed. She was turning four today and she wasn't letting us forget it either. Rosalie and I were lying on our bed when Bella came up and started jumping on the bed.

"What Bella?" Rosalie said grumpily. Bella crawled in between us separating us. Bella was facing Rosalie. It was rather amusing.

"It's my birthday today!" Smiling up innocently to Rose like she hadn't just woken us up.

"How old you turning, Kiddo?" I asked. She gave me an adorable angry look which she probably learnt from Rose.

"It's Bella," she said scolding me. She decided recently that Isabella was too long for her and should only be used when in trouble. I thought that was what middle names were for. Bella's expression changed to an excited one, "I'm turning four today!"

Rosalie rolled back over trying to get back to sleep. Mind you it was six in the morning. I got up out of bed. Bella followed me eagerly. She was animatedly talking about all the gifts that she would want and who she was going to tell. Bella stopped and turned around.

"MUMMY!" Bella yelled running over to Rose to try and pull her out of bed.

"Alright, alright I'm getting up," Rose replied stretching herself.

I took Bella into the kitchen to get her some breakfast.

"Dad when do I get to open up presents?"

"Soon, I promise," I gave her a kiss on her forehead. Rose finally made it into the kitchen with a present for Bella. Bella squealed with excitement.

"Thank you, Mum," Bella said sweetly and gave Rose a kiss on the cheek before ripping open the package.

Inside was a small golden bracelet. I recognised it straight away, Rosalie used to wear it around when she was pregnant. Bella picked up the bracelet in her delicate small hands, twisting it this way and that. She looked at Rosalie silently asking her to put it on her wrist.

Present Day

"Yes you are Emmett," Rosalie tried convincing me.

"I only helped raise her when she was young. I never was the father," I said finally. I walked out the door to prove that it was final.

"Where are you going?" Rosalie asked quietly. I probably would have missed it if it weren't for my vampire hearing.

"I'm not leaving you, Rosalie. I could never do that to you. We've got a game of baseball remember?" I said to Rosalie.

Rosalie embraced the sudden subject change. I think her heart may have broken just that little bit more because I wasn't who she thought I was – Bella's Dad.

"Does she hate me?" Rosalie asked reminding me of what Bella had said to her earlier.

"Not at all. She still loves you. She didn't mean what she said. I think she'll apologise once we get there. Come on," I took hold of Rosalie's hand and ran with her to the baseball field.

Yes, I still haven't answered your questions. If you haven't figured it out...this is sort of following the Twilight plot at the moment! I'll try and get the next chapter out on Wednesday again next week, that's in Australian Eastern Times by the way ;)