Oh, I cried the entire time while writing this…Here we go, Emmett's POV.
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"Tell me why we're here again?" I yawned, barely able to keep my head up after a long day of work
"Emmett." Rosalie sighed, playing with her napkin, "I told you, we're here to have our newly annual weekly dinner with Bella and Edward, and this week Jasper is coming along."
"I've already met your brother." I pointed out, trying to outsmart my wife
If there was an opportunity to do so, I would take it. She was, unfortunately, usually the one whom was right.
"I know you already met Jasper, but you haven't met his girlfriend." She smirked
Girlfriend?
This news caused my head to pop up.
"The depressed, post-war, crazed, my girlfriend went off an killed herself loon is dating?"
This response earned me a light smack.
Okay, I deserved it.
"Did you not listen to me last night?" she groaned
Last night…Lying in bed, my wife talking to me, thinking that I should listen because it might be important, deciding to focus on the game instead.
"Of course I did, I just had a long day yesterday."
"And the day before?" she muttered, scrunching her eyebrows
"Yes, Rose. And the day before. And before that, and that one, and…
"Hello you two." Edward muttered, effectively ending the argument that was about to start
Rosalie squealed and got up to hug Bella, who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but where she was.
I sent her a sympathetic smile.
I'm right there with ya.
She grinned.
Edward pulled out a chair for her, and helped her to get situated.
"Okay, guys. So we all know that Jasper hasn't dated in… a while. But give him a break, alright? He's been through so many rough times…"Rosalie started, but I saw the tears brimming at her eyes
"There's no need to explain, Rosie. I think I speak for all of us when I say that we're really happy for Jasper, and we'll do whatever we can to keep him happy like he is now." I smiled
"Really?" she sniffed
Just then a cool breeze blew through the small bar and I looked up again to find Jasper leading a small, pixie-like girl through the door.
She was pretty. Even though I had Rose, I couldn't help but give her a once-over, I mean, hey, I am still a guy.
Short, inky black hair. Killer eyes. Good rack, even though you would think she's be chest-less due to her height. Extremely good body. Must be a dancer.
"Hello." She sang, dancing over to hug Rosalie and Bella
She pinched Edward.
I nearly smacked my forehead.
How could I forget that those two were related? That same damn crooked smile, and the dancing eyes.
"You must be Emmett." She smiled, giving me a quick hug
"You got that right, Tink. Thanks for saving my marriage. You sure helped me and the Mrs. Out a lot."
"That's my job. I do what I can to keep people together and happy." She smiled
Nobody missed the hopeful glance she shot at Jasper, who had sauntered over towards his sister where she was looking at him sternly having some freaky, twin-telepathy powered conversation.
"Well, I'm starved." I decided
Alice and Jasper got seated, and a waiter came over and dispersed a few menus.
I glanced down at the menu quickly. I didn't even have to bother. I'd been to this sports bar with my pal Jared for as long as I could remember.
"Getting the extra spicy wings and super deluxe nachos?" Alice asked, from behind her menu
"So that psychic crap does work!" I chuckled
"Not that way. You've been muttering "spicy wings and cheesey nachos" under your breath repeatedly for about two minutes." She laughed
Jasper laughed with her, and I could swear that Rosalie's heart was about to melt out of her body.
It thrilled me that she was so happy because her brother was finally happy. It had been so hard to see her upset all the time.
I watched as she dusted the framed picture of Jasper in uniform for what had to be the thousandth time.
It was like that one picture was the only thing that kept her going.
He'd been overseas for two years, and she's had this sinking feeling that she was going to lose him since he'd announced that he was going into the army.
That's when the phone rang.
I walked over and held the receiver to my ear, still watching as my wife held the picture frame close to her heart, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Mr. McCarty?"
"Yes?"
"It's Charlie Swan. We've just discovered a body that we've temporarily identified as your brother-in-law's fiancée. The office got calls of complaints about odd noises. Throwing things and wild screaming. The only odd evidence we found that could be cause of the incident was a shredded paper with a government insignia…"
Jasper was dead.
It was the call Rosalie had been waiting for since he'd left home.
But now, Maria was dead too.
"What do we need to do?" I breathed, noticing that my eyes were beginning to burn
"If you and Rosalie could come down to the station and identify the body, that would be all. We're trying to piece together this letter to decipher its meaning."
They didn't need to piece it together to explain it to Rosalie.
"Thank you, Chief Swan. We'll be over shortly."
Rosalie's eyes met mine, as I hung up the phone.
"He's dead, isn't he?" she whispered
"It hasn't been confirmed, but there was a ruined letter, and it seems that Maria has killed herself."
"Maria, too?" she choked
I walked towards her, afraid to say anything that might upset her further.
The framed picture slipped from her fingertips and landed on the newly, polished wooden floor with a dead and solid, clunk.
"J-J-Jasper." She sobbed, sinking to the floor beside the now-broken picture frame where his face smiled up at the ceiling
"I, I told him t-that this would happen. A-and her p-promise me, and M-Maria. He s-said that he'd come back. And there would be s-so many Christmases, and birthday parties, and his wedding. Oh, his wedding. W-what do we tell my grandmother? My father?"she sobbed, her voice cracking as she fell into the floor further, curling into a little ball, supporting her knees with her hands, the glass from the photo caught in her golden ringlets.
I kneeled over and scooped her up, quietly shushing her.
"No!" she shrieked, "He's not dead. He can't be! He promised us! All of us! You barely even know him, Emmett! You had so much b-bonding to do. You would have been the perfect brothers." She shook, trying to claw at my hands
I let her keep going until my hands had been rubbed raw, and her face was completely red.
And then it stopped.
She stayed still in my arms breathing heavily.
"No." she whispered, "He's not dead."
"Rose, baby, I'm sorry, but he's gone." I gulped
"Peter would have called." She decided
"Rosalie, what if Peter is also-
"Peter would have called." She repeated, "We wouldn't find out this way. Peter would have called."
"We don't know that for sure."
"I know my brother." She hissed, "And he would have made sure that Peter called if it was the last thing he did."
"Maybe Peter called Maria?"
She shook her head.
"He would have called us."
Alright, we'll finish up dinner in somebody else's POV. Anyone want to hear from Rosalie? 10 reviews until next update (: