Ok I know the last chapter was sad! But I promise that this one is all fluff. Don't forget to let me know what you think at the end. There is a reward in it for you!
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Where the hell am I?
Before I even opened my eyes, I knew I was not at Alice's. I did not smell Esme's breakfast, but I did smell something familiar. I just couldn't place it in my head. After some internal coaching from myself, I worked up enough strength to open my eyes. I realized I was in a small bedroom, and it definitely belonged to a male. The bed spread was blue with plaid sheets. It was a little messy. Clothes were randomly thrown around.
What happened last night!
It is safe to say that I began thinking the worst. Why else would a man's clothes be carelessly arranged on the floor. I began to run through the event of yesterday in my head. I was woken up by Emmett. We went to the zoo. We drove back.
Oh God, it is Emmett's clothes on the floor. Did I have sex with Emmett?
Shit!
Quickly jumped out of the bed, only to realize that I was still dress on the clothes I wore yesterday. So there was no way, I had sex with him. As I began to look more closely at the room, I saw that it was distinctly Emmett's. A firefighters uniform hung in the closet. And a pictures where on the dresser of him with Bella and two people I did not recognize. I walked closer to it to take a closer look. It was obvious that they were his parents. The man had both Emmett and Bella's dark brown hair, and the woman had the same deep blue eyes as Emmett. I decided to stop snooping around, and go and find Emmett.
I walked out of the room, and down the hall. The living room was simple. It had a basic cloth covered couch, and a large TV with a coffee table in between. The only thing that stood out was an up right piano that was in the corner. I didn't know Emmett played piano. Attached to the living room was small kitchen. I mean the whole house was small. From what I had already seen, I seems to be a simple ranch style house. I continued down the half across from the room I stayed in. I saw a bathroom, and at the end of the hall was a second bedroom. As I peaked in, I heard light snoring, and saw Emmett sleeping in a small twin size bed and there was a dog laying in the corner. He looked so peaceful, given the limited space, so I decided not to wake him and walked back to the living room. The dog decided to follow. I was unsure how to handle this. I was in an unfamiliar house with an unfamiliar dog walking up to me. This could be very bad. Luckily for me Molly was nice. She just went went straight into the living room and sat on the corner.
I had to admit, I was a little surprised to see Emmett sleeping in the guest room in a small bed. Any other man would have slept in the bed with me or at least given me the smaller bed, so that he could sleep comfortably. But Emmett sacrificed his own comfort for mine.
Since I was up, I decided to surprise him with breakfast. I look around the kitchen and found eggs, bacon and pancake mix. Luckily all stuff that Esme has taught me how to make. First I put bacon on since it will take the longest. As the bacon is cooking, I mix the eggs and oil together with the pancake mix. Once I had beaten the batter together. I found a griddle pan, oiled it, and pour some mix on. By time the mix was in the pan, The bacon was done. So I put the strips on a plate with a paper towel, like Esme had told me to do, to drain out the the time, I went to the fridge to get the eggs to scramble them. As I leaned over in the fridge, I smelled something off.
I guess the milk is old or something.
As I was getting the eggs, I noticed so sharp cheddar cheese and decided to add that into the eggs. Once I grabbed the eggs and placed them on the counter, I noticed the smell getting stronger.
I am going to have to talk to Emmett about this. This is disgusting.
When I began to grate the cheese to add to the eggs I had already beaten, I heard this beeping noise and immediately Molly started barking. Then I noticed the smoke coming from the griddle pan.
"Fuck." I said as I ran to the stove, pulled the pan off the burner, and placed it in the sink with running water. Then I immediately ran to the back door that was attached to the kitchen and opened it. Molly ran outside. Shit now I have to go find her. But first I have to stop this beeping, so I grabbed the dish towel that was hanging over the oven and stood on chair, and began to fan the smoke detector.
Please. Please stop.
Please don't wake Emmett up.
Please stop.
I will do anything.
I will never cook again.
I began to internally plead with the device. But I soon realized it was in vain, because I heard hurried foot steps running towards the kitchen.
When he entered, he had a frantic look on his face, it is obvious that the alarm startled him awake. I watched him quickly take in the chaos that is his kitchen right now. His shoulder visibly relax after a while, and he walks into the kitchen and passes me by without a glance.
He is so mad.
He turns off the water in the sink, as I continue to fan the dreaded device. It has not yet stop with it loud annoying beeping. As my arm begins to tire, Emmett's hand grabbed my arm to stop me, and he pulled my arm down forcing my to step off of the chair. With a frustrated sigh he then stepped up on the chair and turned off the smoke detector. Once he step down, he pushed the chair up to the kitchen table and walked back to the sink and began to scrub the burnt pan. He never once look up at me.
As I watched him, my vision began to blur. I felt awful. It was apparent that he was pissed. I almost burned down his house. I may have lost his dog. And after the day he had yesterday, this was the last thing he needed.
I could feel tears silently run down my cheeks as I went to help him clean up my mess. I bagged the shredded cheese and place it in the fridge. I put away all the other food that I had taken out earlier in the morning. Once it was all put away, I went to close the back door, and when I turned around Emmett was putting the pan in the dish drain, but he never turned to face me. It was now or never.
"Emmett" I said. There was a hiccup in my voice that made it obvious that I had been crying. As I spoke, the tears began to fall harder. "I am so sorry. I was trying to surprise you with breakfast and I guess I was trying to do to much at once. Esme had been teaching me, and I thought I could do it. And...Um I promise I will get you a new pan, and I will never cook again." I began to ramble by this point. Coming up with anything to fill the silence, and preparing myself for the verbal onslaught the was about to come. Hell I was even preparing myself to walk home, after he kicked me out of his house.
"I am so sorry." I continued. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I just wanted to do something nice for you. I tried not to wake you up once it went off. And when I opened the back door Molly ran outside. So I promise I will go look for her and find her." It was then that I heard Emmett begin to laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked. This only caused Emmett to laugh harder.
I found nothing humorous about this situation. I am standing over here apologizing, profusely crying, and he his laughing his ass off.
"Seriously Emmett what is so god damn funny?" I said putting my hands on my hips. By this point, I was past angry and gravitating towards pissed. He is being so insensitive to my feelings. But he just continued to laugh.
"You know what, I am glad you find this funny" I yelled back. "When you are able to pull yourself together come find me, I will be at Alice's."
I began to walk towards the door and as I reached for the my bag, I heard him.
"Wait, Wait." He said gasping for air as he ran after me. He grabbed my hand forcing me to turn around. When I looked at him, his eyes looked amused, I am sure my look the opposite. Nothing was amusing about what just happened.
"Its just" He continued "only you would try and burn down a firefighters house while he was in it." He said barely containing his laugher.
"That is not funny. I feel bad about it, and you are laughing. You are laughing at my expense while I am over here crying." I said as more tears fell, this time from embarrassment. He let go of my hand, and reached both hands up the cup my cheeks and used his thumbs to wipe away my tears.
"I am sorry. I was not laughing at you, but you have to admit the situation is funny?"
"No." I responded. He then leaned in, and lightly kissed my lips.
"Ok. I won't laugh about it any more." He said as he pulled away. I looked up in his eyes. The amusement was still there but they were laced with concern. I didn't see any anger.
"So your not mad?" I asked.
"No." He said with a smirk.
"Why not? If I were you I would be pissed." I said. Apparently I am trying to dig my own grave.
"It was an honest mistake, Rose. Stop beating yourself up over it." He said as he leaned into me, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a big hug.
"No time to hug. I have to look for Molly now." I said into his chest.
"She always runs out when the back door is opened. She'll be back when she is ready. Now lets go eat the one thing you were successful at cooking." He said with a chuckle.
"Emmett!" I said as he pulled me along.
After we each ate a couple strips of bacon, we sat on the couch, cuddled into each other, and put on a movie.
"Thanks for letting me stay here last night." I said after a while.
"Well you were passed out, and I didn't want to carry up three flights of stairs, so this was the best option." He said looking down at me with a playful smile which I returned. Then I looked back at the TV, but as I turned my head I saw the piano again.
"Em, I didn't know you played the piano." I said ad I turned back to look at him. He had a huge smile on his face that showed off his adorable dimples.
"I don't. This house use to be am grandmothers, she is originally from here, and when she died she left it to me and it can with the piano." He said. The smile never left his face.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked.
"That was the first time you called me Em. I liked it." He said.
I thought back through the conversation, and realized that I did call him that.
"I liked it too." I said as I leaned up and kissed him. I turned back to the television and felt my eyes begin to close.
"Rose?"
"Hmm." I responded without opening my eyes.
"Remember when you tried to burn down my house?"
"Emmett!" I yelled as he laughed.
I am never going to live that down.