Merry Christmas to EvilPumpkin and Angel Eyes1 UK. Another good job keeping me on the straight and narrow!

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I'm not her and I didn't create it. I'm just having some fun with her guys. Thanks SM.

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Chapter Fourteen. Emmett's Present.

Emmett's POV

If I hadn't of known better I'd have thought Alice and Bella were drunk. They were giggling like idiots and pointing at me. "What?" I grumbled. More giggling. Alice was clutching her sides. Confused by their hysterical laughter, I looked to Jasper.

"Em, you are a touch ...ripe."

I raised an eyebrow in query and Jasper held his nose. "Oh, yeah. Good morning!"Good? It had been great!

Esme came over and whispered in my ear. "Maybe a few clothes wouldn't go amiss, Emmett."

Oh! I looked down at my body—shit! That was why the girls were laughing? There was nothing there to laugh at. Unembarrassed, I looked straight at Alice and Bella. "Don't you like my Calvins, girls?" I hooked the waistband with my spare hand. "Maybe you'd prefer it if I took them off." As I took a step toward them they turned and ran giggling and screaming from the house.

"Okay, Emmett, let's get you into the shower." With a smile Carlisle took my shoulder and propelled me toward the stairs.

"What about Daisy? She's only just calming down."

"I'll come up with you, son, and sit with her in the bathroom; maybe she'll be okay if you're in the same room." Carlisle followed me upstairs.

"I'd better come in case she needs calming." Jasper added, tagging along.

"Me too. You might need to know what she's thinking." Edward easily caught up with us.

What the f..., what is this, a bloody peep show? "I'll use your bathroom then, Edward. I'm not disturbing Rose by trooping you guys in there." So there I was in Edward's shower again, very glad that it was tucked in a recess. Carlisle was sat on the throne with Princess Daisy on his knee, Edward and Jasper sat on the floor on either side.

"So, Emmett—weren't you wearing a suit this morning?" Jasper thought he was so funny; he loved to have a reason to rib me.

"Yeah, Emmett. Not littering the forest I hope; they can fine you for that." Edward was not going to let me forget this.

"Perhaps he was a gentleman and lent it to Rosalie." Carlisle could always find the good in any situation.

"Why would Rosalie need it?"

"What did you do with her clothes, Emmett?"

Carry on guys, just don't expect me to answer, I thought, poking my head round the shower door to roll my eyes at them. Edward was smirking.

I found jeans and a t-shirt waiting for me on Edward's bed. Daisy was happy to go with Carlisle to the kitchen, so long as I tagged along. She was ravenous.

Esme popped her head round the door. "Emmett, Rosalie would like to see you upstairs—without Daisy if you can. Now she's calmed down and eaten she'll probably want to sleep; you could leave her in her bed and go and see Rose."

Rosalie's POV

I was thinking about Emmett's present and when would be best to give it to him, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Esme entered, crossing the room to the closet. "I just need some clothes for Emmett, Rose."

"Why can't he get them?" I wondered aloud.

"He's showering in Edward's bathroom as he didn't want to disturb you."

I pulled some clothes out for Emmett and handed them over. "Esme? Can you help me get Emmett up here alone please? I have to give him that present today."

"I'll send him up as soon as I can," she promised.

I'd better be ready—time to get out of this robe. After quickly drying my hair and dressing, I checked the present was still under the pillows, plumped them up nicely and arranged myself among them. I could hear Emmett bounding up the stairs.

"Hey, Rose, you wanna see me?"

Emmett's POV

Esme was right, Daisy had exhausted herself with all that wailing. I laid her in bed and stroked her hair until she drifted off to sleep. Carlisle had stayed with me. "Shall I go and get Jasper?" I asked him.

"No, she's sleeping pretty deeply. I can sit with her, and you won't be far away. She is very sweet."

I left him by her bed and ran up to our bedroom. Rose was lying on the pillows, excitement lighting up her face.

"I've got a present for you, Emmett." I was on the bed in a flash. "Not me, silly—a proper present."

"Is it my birthday?" I asked, confused.

"No, but you might think it is when you find it."

When I find it? "I've got to hunt it down?" Okay I'll start in Rose's favourite place, the bathroom.

"You are so cold that it's snowing in there." Next favourite, the closet.

"Not even warm." Underwear drawer.

"Colder." Shoes. Gotta be in her shoes.

"You'll need a jacket." In a handbag.

"A bit warmer." Bedside table.

"Getting hot." The bed.

"Definitely hot."

"It is you!"

"Nope."

"Then it must be on you." I said running my hands all over her. "I'll have to do a strip search."

"No," she squealed. "No, no, Emmett, it's in the pillows. The pillows!"

When that sank in, I dived into the mountain of pillows creating a cloud of feathers. "Shucks, sorry, Rosalie." Sheepishly I held up a torn pillowslip, before swiftly discarding it. In my other hand was a small parcel. "I got it, Rose!" We were knelt on the bed facing each other. I ripped the paper off a small square leather book. In gold letters on the front it said Ticket Stub Diary. "Wow! Brilliant idea." I loved to watch The Mariners play baseball, and football didn't get much better than the Seattle Seahawks. What a great way to look back on good times.

"You're so clever, Rose." I pulled her to me for a thank you kiss. "Pity that I've thrown all my stubs away."

"That's why I've started the collection for you." Rosalie simpered. That was so hot; she only did that for me—in private. She never let the vulnerable side of her show in company.

"You have?" I opened the book and tucked inside were two tickets. "The Seahawks! Good seats too. You are the best wife ever!" Rosalie giggled as I fell back onto the pillows, pulling her with me. She landed on top of me right where I wanted her, with her lips pressed firmly to mine. While Rose attempted to devour me, I sneaked another look at the football tickets. Abruptly I broke our kiss. "These are for tomorrow!"

"Alice assures me it won't be sunny, and I've arranged for Jasper to look after Daisy." Rosalie observed me coyly from her vantage point as she straddled me sitting on my stomach.

"I'm speechless. You're very devious, Rose." I grabbed her quickly before she could jump down. "I think I should do that strip search now—I wouldn't want to miss anything."

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AN. Are things looking up for Rosalie? Maybe. Hands up who wants an Emmett strip search! Have a great Christmas guys and if you want to give me a little present, you know what to do. Press that review button.