Once, again. Short, and not so sweet. But for you drama lovers, you're gonna love this chapter.

Sorry for the mistakes, wrote the chapter quickly.

Enjoy.


EMPOV

I sat looking at houses for sale on my computer. Bella was asleep, her head on my lap. I couldn't help but wonder what she would think if she woke up at saw me looking at what I was. She'd be upset. Majorly upset.

I loved the city, don't get me wrong. But I would love to live out in the country and raise our kids. The city just isn't a place to be a family. It's a place for work-a-holics. And Bella and I have both proved ourselves to not be, by both getting fired because we don't want to be that stereo typical work-a-holic.

Getting fired was not something I had expected at all. I loved my job, and I loved what I did. But I was not about to sit and become, well... a work-a-holic. I laughed at myself, thinking of how much I kept thinking about that word. But I know who I am, and I know what I want. And the more and more I thought about it, I don't want a city life for me or my family. At least not in what this world is today.

I had already started looking for jobs online in the New York area: Nothing. But we could manage. I wanted to start my own engineer firm anyway, just like my dad had with his law firm, and I knew I could do it. The hard part would be explaining it all to Bella.

"Baby..." Bella mumbled and started moving around to get up. I rubbed her hair, telling her that everything was okay and that she could go back to sleep.

But of course, that wasn't going to happen, and before I could close the laptop she saw what I was looking at.

Shit.

"Emmett... Please tell me that's not what I think it is?" She said, suddenly awake. She sat straight up and looked right at me, staring daggers into the side of my face because I refuse to look at her just yet.

i turned, taking a few deep breaths and grabbed both of her hands, pulling her closer to me.

"Let me explain." I started out, but of course she would I have nothing for it. She snatched her hands up and started to get up off the couch.

"It's is! I can't believe you! You just got fired less than what... Six hours ago and your already looking at houses to move into in another state?" she screamed and stomped off to our bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

This would probably be a whole lot easier if she wasn't pregnant. I thought, but quickly shook the thought out of my head before getting up to go after her. Bella was going to be stubborn no matter what.

I walked down the hallway, opening the door slighty. "Baby..." I called, looking for her.

I found her leaning up against our bathroom counter, looking down at her feet with her arms crossed over her belly.

"Can I please explain without you running off again..." I asked. She looked up at me, rolling her eyes.

"Bella, if you love me: Listen. Just this once, and if you don't like the idea I will never bring the subject up again." I pleaded.

She sighed, grabbing my hands and leading me over to our bed, sitting us down.

"Talk." Was all she said.

"Okay... After we ate and you fell asleep, I started looking for jobs online in this area. There isn't anything, or at least nothing in my field. The economy has hit everyone hard. And nobody is building anything. So I started thinking about stuff. A lot of stuff." I paused, pushing a hair out of her face and smiled at her.

"What if I were to start my own firm? What if we moved somewhere, where ever you wanted, bought a house out in the country that was close enough to a city where I could drive to work, and we started our own life there? Just you, me, nate, and our daughter?" I looked back up at her face and she seemed to really be listening so I continued. "It seems like my whole life I've lived my life with my friends and family close by. Don't get my wrong, I love it, but I would like to be a little more independent. There's this big world out there, and right out of college we moved to the same city our friends live in, just because we felt like it was what people did... let's be different. Baby, I know you don't want to live in a three bedroom loft the rest of your life, and neither do I..."

I stopped, letting her process everything I was saying. She had no emotion on her face, at all. That scared me.

"The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. I love it here, but I don't want to raise my kids in a huge city. I want a yard to for them play in. I want to grow old and sit on the back porch with a beer and watch my grandkids playing in the backyard, you telling them not to climb trees and I argueing with you to let them, because it's what kids do. It's what I never got to do..." I trailed off.

"So that's it?" She said. She scared me, I didn't expect her to speak.

"What do you mean?" I asked and she continued.

"So that's it? We're just supposed to up and move, leave everything we know, and everyone we love behind? How are you sure it's going to be so much different. You said it yourself, the economy's bad right now. How are you going to start your own business if you can't even find a job in one of the biggest cities in the country? What if it doesn't work out?"

Stop with the what if's. I know myself. I can do this." I said with nothing but determination.

"Emmett, I love you. But think with you brain, and not with your heart just this one time please?" She said angrily.

"Your scared." I said blankly. Looking away.

"Excuse me?" she whispered, I had caught her off gaurd with that statement.

"Your scared, we wouldn't be having this arguement if we you weren't. Your scared to change, your scared to try something new."

"Of course I'm scared!" She yelled. "Emmett, I'm almost seven months pregnant, neither of us have jobs, and you want us to pick up and start all over! That's not how reality works?"

"Have a little faith in me... In us. We. Can. Do. This. You're just too stubborn and scared to try."

"Well lets say we did do this, lets say we found a house, picked up and moved. What would people say, what would your parents say? What would our friends say. They would think we were crazy?" She reasoned.

"Fuck people. Alls I need is you right beside me, that's all I have ever need, and will ever need! With you I can do anything..."

"Emmett..." She whispered, grabbing my hand and sqeezing it.

"Will you think about it for me, please? We wouldn't be moving tomorrow... I just would like to live my life without regretting something that I should have done, or could I have done. I would like to be happy."

Fine. I'll think about it." Was all she said before getting up and walking out f the bedroom door angrily.

Well that didn't go like I had planned...


Bella's point of view will be coming soon... And before you start asking, this stress is not going to put her into early labor. Been there, done that. lol

I have been planning this ever since I started this story, and I know what I'm doing with it. So please don't leave mean reviews/pms telling me that I'm ruining the story, and that I'm stupid for making it end this way. Because I will just tell you to shove it.

Anyway... Please please please review! I will try and answer any questions that you have, and there should be another chapter up very soon. :)