---Author's Note: You probably won't have been expecting this ;) 'Nuff Said. AND! I don't own Twilight. Thanks, Abbie xo
Summary of previous chapter: Bella and Emmett leave the Cullens.
*this chapter begins after the ride in the jeep to the airport, the plane to Nevada, Emmett hiring a car and then driving to Las Vegas*
When Beauty Leaves And The Lion Lies
CHAPTER XI - BELLAS POV - LAS VEGAS
I watched the glittering lights and flashy signs as we drove down the strip. I hadn't spoke throughout the entire drive here or the plane trip, which was very long. I had been asleep most of it. We pulled in to a fancy looking hotel. I unbuckled myself and jumped out of the purple Mercedes he had hired for a month. Emmett carried our suitcases to the check-in desk. He paid for our room, number 176, and we took the elevator up. He unlocked the door. I walked in; he followed behind me at my slow human pace then set our bags down.
"Bella?"
I dropped my head, staring at the floor. How could I have betrayed Edward like this? How could I do this to him? With his own brother as well! This is awful. And the other Cullens as well. Poor Esme. Why must our love for each other have shown itself now - why not before I married Edward?
"Bella?" Emmett repeated, enveloping me in his strong, masculine arms, holding me closely; a concerned look spreading across his face. I had been so consumed in thought that I had forgotten the handsome man standing beside me.
"Emmett, I..I'm sorry.. I..I shouldn't have - I mean if.." I began to be cut off by Emmett's gruff voice trying to calm me.
"Bella, love, what we have done is no mistake. I don't regret it. Plus, it's about time you got laid - I know Edward hasn't touched you since you met him!" he joked, I tried my hardest to force a laugh but all that came out was a blatantly fake chuckle, he continued talking, ignoring my attempt, "you Bella, are amazing, more beautiful than Rosalie, I love you, darling, I need you, and I want you to be mine forever," he knelt down on one knee and pulled a small, velvet black box from his pocket, "marry me?"
I couldn't speak. I loved Emmett more than I have ever loved Edward. He was relaxed and funny, sweet and incredibly attractive. Edward, however, was masochistic, over-protective and treated me like a child - never as an equal. I can't have them both and if I had to choose, I would no doubt pick Emmett. I do pick Emmett. I love him. I looked up at him, gazing into his topaz eyes as our lips touched moving in perfect sync. I pulled away hesitantly, "Yes." We kissed again, sparks flying, our chemistry bubbling.
He removed Edward's rings and in place put a new one: a simple gold band with a small diamond in the centre. I took Edward's rings and put them in the ring box. I found a small postage box and put the ring box in it. I wrote the top to Mr. E. A. M. Cullen, and then wrote out the address.
"Why the hell do you have postage boxes with you?" Emmett laughed. I grinned.
"I wanted to buy presents." He laughed again.
"Okay, soon-to-be Mrs. Emmett, are you tired?"
"Soon-to-be Mrs. Emmett?" I questioned with one eyebrow raised.
"Well, you're already a Cullen, so now your last name has to be Emmett," he told me.
"Sure, why not? And yes, I am tired, so I am going to bed," I mumbled, stumbling into bed.
"Bella, you're still in today's clothes," he looked confused.
"I know, but I can't be bothered changing," I amended, "now, are you getting in with me or what? I'm too warm."
He laughed and jumped in with me, cuddling me. He really was a big, cuddly, friendly bear. My teddy bear. My Emmie bear.
