Disclaimer: I does not own it. I is a sad, sad panda.

A/N: This outtake isn't all that long, but it does what it needed to do. It's just a little glimpse into Emmett and his life. I heart Emmett. I truly do. If only my big brother was as cool as Emmett. I've also sent off the first chapter of my new story to a new beta. Just waiting to hear back from her and then hopefully my new story will be up.


Design For Life


EMPOV

Life was so fucking weird. It really was. I sure as fuck never thought my life would end up the way it had, but looking down into the face of my little girl, I was glad that it had.

I'd always been the funny guy, the jock, Mr. Popular, and just plain fucking awesome. I smirked a bit at that thought. I was fucking awesome. So when I'd met Rosalie for the first time, I'd known that she wouldn't be able to resist my charms. I mean, really? Who could possibly resist me?

I'd been studying engineering at Udub and had seen her in a few of my classes. She was everything I had looked for in a woman. Tall, leggy, big busted, blond. To add icing to the cake, she was smart too. We'd gotten along well and within a few weeks we were dating exclusively. I'd taken her home for Spring Break to introduce her to the family. I had been pleased to see that she'd gotten along with most everyone. Except for Edward. She and Edward loathed each other, and I couldn't figure out why. I was ashamed to admit, that I didn't let it bother me that she picked on him constantly.

Our junior year of school, we moved into an apartment off campus that Mom and Dad paid for, and Rosalie was dropping hints about getting married. So I proposed that Christmas, and the next year was spent planning the wedding. I'd had no desire to have a lavish wedding, but it was what she wanted, so that was what she got. It was a huge ass wedding. Over three hundred guests, a huge cake, and lots of alcohol. That's about all I remember from it. That should've clued me in, huh?

We stayed in Seattle, in the house that my parents' bought us as a wedding present. Rosalie bitched that it wasn't big enough, or in the best neighborhood, but I tuned her out for the most part. She'd grown up privileged and was a bit spoiled, but I loved her with every fiber in my being.

I got a good job working as an engineer for a company in Seattle, while Rosalie flitted around, not really trying to find a job. At the time, I hadn't seen it that way, but looking back, I could see that was what she had done. She would occasionally hint that I should have a better job or make more money, but I liked what I did, so I pretty much ignored her.

A year and a half before we divorced, shit had started to hit the fan. We were bickering a lot. Mainly about money. She would spend tons of money on designer clothes and charge it on the credit cards. I finally put my foot down when I saw a bill for over five thousand dollars spent on one item. That was ridiculous.

"I don't see what the problem is, Emmett," she'd complained. "It's not like you don't have a trust fund."

"I'm not touching my trust fund unless it's an emergency. You know that, Rosie. You need to stop spending money like it's water. I make good money, but not enough to feed your shopping habit. It stops now," I'd told her.

She'd thrown a tantrum, screaming and throwing things, but I'd refused to change my mind. Not that it mattered. The next month, I got another huge bill and that was when I paid off the balances and shut down the cards. She'd gone to stay with a girlfriend for a week after that. She came back all sweet and apologetic, and I believed her. Looking back, I can't believe what a sucker I was.

It wasn't until Bella moved to town and expressed an interest in Eddie that things really went down hill. Don't get me wrong. None of it was Bella's fault. She was just the catalyst, the straw that broke the camel's back, the – well, you get what I mean.

Somewhere along the way, Rosalie had gotten it in her head, that her sister would be perfect for Lauren. I'd done my best to discourage that idea, but to no avail. And then when Rosalie had spouted off stuff about Bella being a manipulator and playing Edward for a fool, I had believed her. No one fucks with my little bro but me. I saw red and it never occurred that Rosalie was playing me for a fool. But she did. And I felt horrible. I really liked Bella, and I couldn't apologize enough.

Things quickly went downhill from there, and I had finally moved out. I had been living at Mom and Dad's, while I hated being twenty-seven and living at home, it had been better than living with Rosalie. She'd stopped by to see me one day, and I'd laid it out flat for her. I'd told her she either agreed to marriage counseling or it was over. She'd stomped off, and I hadn't seen her again until the night of the dinner reception.

She'd showed up at the restaurant in an attempt to ruin things for Eddie and Bells. I'd sat her down and waited until the others had left, before talking.

"What are you doing here, Rosalie?"

"It's a public restaurant, Emmett. I can come in here if I want," she'd said, crossing her arms over her chest and scowling.

"You didn't come here for dinner. You came to spread your vile around in an attempt to ruin Edward and Bella's night. This has got to stop, Rosalie!"

She'd refused to look at me, focusing her gaze on her nails. I had opened the satchel that was at my feet. I'd stopped by lawyer's office before coming to the restaurant, and I'd pulled out the divorce papers. I'd smacked the papers down on the table in front of her.

"What's this?

"The divorce papers. Get a lawyer and have them look it over. You can keep the house in Seattle, but that's all you'll get from me," I'd told her.

The look on her face had been part disbelief and part fury.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she'd practically screamed. It was a good thing we had been seated in the back, in a small room reserved for parties.

"No. I'm fucking serious. I'm done. I'm done with you and this farce of a marriage."

"You won't divorce me. You love me too much," she'd sneered.

She had been right. "Yes, I do love you, though God knows why. But that doesn't mean I have to put up with your shit. I shouldn't have to. There's someone else out there for me, who will love me for who I am, not how much money my family has."

She'd narrowed her eyes at me. "You've been fucking around, haven't you? You fucking asshole! You've been cheating on me! Who is she?"

I'd shaken my head. "There is no one else. Have your lawyer call mine," I'd said, then left the restaurant.

She'd dragged the divorce out for months. Tried claiming that I had cheated on her, then when that hadn't worked, she'd begged me to give her another chance and she'd go to counseling. I hadn't fallen for any of it. Six months later we were finally divorced, and while I was sad, I was also extremely happy. I was a free man.


Living next to Edward and Bella had been a great decision. I'd transferred to a company in Port Angeles shortly after the divorce, and I'd loved it. Plus, living next to those two had meant saving on gas by car pooling. And of course, once Abbie had come along, it had meant I could babysit that little angel. I remembered the first time I held her. She was so tiny and precious, and I couldn't have stopped the tears that fell from my eyes if I'd tried. I'd promised her that I'd be the best uncle she ever had. And I was.

Two years after Abbie was born, I'd met the woman who was my wife. I'd gone into the comic store to see if Edward was free for lunch, and I'd almost bowled over a small woman coming out of the store.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there," I'd apologized with a cocky smirk.

She'd looked up at me, and the world had come to a standstill. She was breathtaking. Long red hair, green eyes, and freckles all over. Or at least I'd imagined that they were all over. I'd later found out that I was right about the freckles.

"It's okay, but perhaps you should watch where you're going," she'd said, before cocking her head to the side. "Let me guess. You're on your way to get the newest Marvel action figure to play with?"

I'd let out a snort. "Hardly. I'm here to see if my little bro is available for lunch. He's the manager."

Her eyes had lit up with my words. "You must be Emmett. Edward's told me about you. Okay, well actually, he's warned me about you."

I'd feigned being hurt. "Why in the world would you need a warning about me? I'm just a super cute, super awesome guy."

"And super modest."

"That's a given. So, how do you know Eddie boy?"

"I'm a comic book junkie. He's helping me feed my addiction," she'd said.

After our initial meeting, we'd met up for lunch a few times a week. Since the divorce, I'd been cautious about getting into a relationship, but I had known after spending time with Maggie, that she was it for me. I'd fallen in love with her so quickly, and it had been a bit terrifying.

I'd learned that she was a fourth grade science teacher at Forks Elementary, was twenty-five, had never been married, and wanted a couple of kids. She loved comic books, video games, and books. I'd known without a doubt that she would fit right in with the family, and I'd been right.

"Hey, everyone!" I'd hollered as I'd stepped through the door of my parents' house with Maggie in tow.

"Unca Em!" a tiny voice had called out before running toward me.

I'd immediately swept my girl up in a hug. "How's my best girl?"

She'd babbled away in that undistinguishable language that only two year olds understand, but I'd nodded and given her all my attention. Finally, she'd squirmed until I set her down, then I reached out a hand for Maggie. She'd slipped her hand in mine, and we'd entered the living room.

"Hey, gang. This is Maggie McKennon. Maggie, this is my family."

After introductions had been done, we'd all sat around and talked. At one point, both Mom and Bella had pulled me aside to let me know how much they liked Maggie.

A year later we'd gotten engaged and then found ourselves pregnant. The family had been thrilled. We'd had a small wedding before Emma was born. The labor had been eighteen hours long, and Maggie had called me all kinds of names, and even threatened to never let me have sex with her again. Edward and Dad had assured me that she didn't mean it.

A year later, we were at again. I cradled Siobhan closer, inhaling that wonderful baby smell. I knew that we were going to have our work cut out for us with our two girls, but I was excited.


"Daddy! Emma won't let me play with her barbies!" Siobhan whined as she stomped into the living room.

I let out a sigh. I so didn't want to deal with that. Fucking Barbie had caused many a war in our house, and I was tempted to gather all of them up and toss them in the garbage.

"Why don't you play with your own barbies?" I asked her, running a hand over her red curls.

"Because Emma has Cinderella barbie, and that's who I want to play with."

I had no idea why that was a big deal. Weren't they all the same?

"If Emma's playing with her, then you'll just have to wait until she's done," I told her.

"But she's not playing with her!" Siobhan whined.

I ran my fingers through my hair trying to come up with a solution when Emma came down the stairs.

"You're such a baby, Siobhan!"

"Am not!"

"Are, too!"

"Girls! Stop it!" I said, giving them both a stern look. "Emma? Are you currently playing with the cinderella doll?"

"No."

"Then let your sister play with her."

"But, Daddy! She always messes up Cinderella's hair!"

Oh, my fucking God. I closed my eyes and opened them to find both girls staring at me, clearly upset with me.

"It's just hair, Em. Let your sister play with the doll."

"Fine!" she shouted before stomping up the stairs with Siobhan on her heels.

I slouched back in the recliner, wondering why God felt the need to have given me girls. I knew nothing about them. Emma had just turned eight and was a force to be reckoned with. She was going through a bossy big sister phase, and I hoped to hell it ended soon. Siobhan was seven, and our quiet girl. But boy did she have a temper. I blamed Maggie's Irish side while she blamed mine.

I had just settled back, turned the TV on when I heard a bloodcurdling scream. I jumped up and ran up the stairs, finding the girls in Emma's room. I was floored by what I saw. Emma was holding a pair of scissors that she had apparently used to cut Siobhan's hair. Badly. A red curly ponytail was on the floor next to where Siobhan stood. Tears were streaming down her face, screams coming out of her mouth. Emma stood there with a smirk on her face. I had to take a deep breath before I shouted something at her that I would regret.

"Put the scissor down, now!" I yelled.

Emma set them down on her dresser before I made her go stand in the corner. I gathered a sobbing Siobhan up in my arms, cuddling her, trying to dry her tears. Turning to face Emma, I told her to go downstairs and get the broom, dustpan and two garbage bags. When she came back, I made her sweep up all the hair, and then I made her gather up all her barbies and put them on her bed.

"Emma. I want you to put all your barbies in the garbage bag."

She looked at me, horrified. "Now!" I stated.

Her lower lip trembled as she started shoving barbies into the bag. Once all the barbies where in it, I took the bag from her.

"You're to stay in this room until Mom gets home."

She threw herself on her bed, screaming that I was horrible dad. I sure as fuck felt like one. After grabbing the scissors and the bag of barbies, I took Siobhan down to the kitchen with me where I called Maggie.

"Hey, sweetie! What's up?" she asked.

"Emma cut off Siobhan's ponytail."

I held the phone away from my ear as Maggie let out a screech. A few minutes later, we had agreed on a punishment for Emma, and I had called my mom to come fix Siobhan's hair.

Later that night, we sat down with the girls and talked. We talked about doing mean things, about punishments, about using scissors without adult supervision. When it was all said and done, we had two unhappy little girls on our hands.

After settling the girls down and putting them to bed, I spent some quality time with my wife.

"How would you feel about adding another child to this crazy family of ours?" she asked, once she'd caught her breath.

"Are you?"

"Yup."

Holy fuck! We were going to have another baby! I was ecstatic. I just really hoped it was a boy. I needed a boy to help me out with all of the crazy females in my life.

I leaned down and kissed her with all the love I had. Life was great, and it was only going to get better.


A/n: so there we go. A little bit of Emmett. Jasper's outtake will be coming soon. Thanks for reading!