=Then=
"I won't be coming tomorrow." Emmett said while redressing.
Esme's features hardened. "Why?"
Emmett avoided looking at her face. "We are going at the lake tomorrow."
"Who we?"
Emmett sighed. "Me and the guys."
"The guys and I." Her correcting him was irritating but Emmett chose to ignore it. "And I bet the girls from St Port are part of the guys." She sneered. "Will the blond one -Rosa? Rosamund? - be there too?"
"Rosalie. Her name's Rosalie." Emmett didn't know why but it bothered him that she got the name wrong. "And yes she's going to be there too."
"Oh. Okay. Well, have a good time then." Esme redressed quickly. She was obviously angry.
"What's wrong with you lately?" He said taking her by her arm before she could leave the cabin.
"I'm not stupid Emmett. You'll go there with your friends and will find a way to isolate yourself with her. I saw the looks you were giving each other at the dance."
Her hypocrisy was unnerving. She was the one who was married.
Her neurosis, which he had appreciated in the beginning, was now tiring him. Almost two years of their relationship had made him realize they could never be a couple. Not a normal one anyway.
He craved normalcy now. He wanted a girlfriend he would be able to take on dates; he wanted a girlfriend he could introduce to his parents.
And it could never be Esme.
"Please Esme. You're the one who told me to get a date. Who do you take me for? And what do you think I'm feeling each time I see you with him or when I see the marks of what the two of you…" He couldn't finish his sentence.
"He's my husband Emmett. Let go, you're hurting me."
"Your wish has been granted." He told her before releasing her.
The next day at the beach, he asked Rosalie out.
They quickly became a couple.
A.N.
Thank you for reading