A/N: Thanks Sherry xx
Chapter 36
When I woke up, Emmett was gone. There was no sign of Edward or Carlisle either. I felt my chest tightening as I stumbled off the couch, looking around the room. Had something happened? Was he okay? Or had he even been here in the first place?
Before I managed to work myself into a frenzy, I sleepily stumbled towards the door and headed for the main room. Thankfully, Edward was one of the first people I saw. He must have seen the expression on my face because he rushed over to me and grabbed my arms, helping support my weight.
"He's okay," he assured me.
"Where is he?" I asked, looking around the room.
There were still several men cluttered about the room, but I couldn't see Emmett in any of the crowds. There were however, several kitchen staff setting tables and decorating walls. What was going on?
"He's with the doctor," Edward answered, not taking his eyes off me. "You're next."
I glowered at him. "I'm okay, I don't need a doctor."
"I would prefer if you got your head looked at and the baby checked over," he said in a tone that wasn't to be argued with.
"Fine," I sighed. "Whatever makes you happy."
"Thank you."
"What's with all the decorations?" I asked, looking around the room again.
"It's Sunday," Edward answered as if I was meant to know what that meant. "Family dinner to celebrate the baby," he prompted, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"We're still doing that?" I frowned.
"Feel free to tell my mother no," Edward said, gesturing towards her in the far corner. She was standing with some kitchen staff dishing out orders. She didn't look like she would listen to me, so I didn't see the point in trying.
"I'll pass," I muttered. I glanced around the room again, searching for my brother. It made me feel uneasy, not being able to see him. I was scared something was going to happen to him or that he needed me and I wasn't there. "I think I'll go and check on Em."
Edward grabbed my arm before I had the chance to move. "Just leave him. He's with the doctor and I'm sure he would be grateful for some privacy."
"Is he hurt badly?" I asked, scared of the answer.
"I don't think it's as bad as we thought or either that he is putting a brave face on."
That really wasn't an answer.
"How did you find him?"
"After the bomb went off a team of men searched the house for him. He was in the basement."
"How bad was it? Do ya know when they found him?"
Edward sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Do we really need to do this?"
"I have a right to know."
"You also have a right to stay stress-free for the sake of the baby."
I started to argue with him, but then I saw Emmett walk into the room. He was limping a little and looked like he was in a lot of pain. I ran over to him and ducked under his arm, wrapping it around my shoulder. "Let me help you," I insisted.
"It's okay, B, I got this," he said, lifting his arm from me and walking away.
I sighed, looking after him. I wanted to help him. I wanted to be there for him.
Edward came over to me and pulled me into his arms. "Don't be upset. He just needs some time. C'mon on. Let's go and get you checked out."