Rated M for Mature Content. 18 and older only please!

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Having no desire to pay attention to the politics that came with being apart of a royal coven, Bella ducked into the en suite bathroom of the room she shared with Emmett after giving him the most passionate kiss to date for saving her father. The couple had earned hoots and whistles from Edward, Felix, and Alice as they practically dry humped against the dining room wall. Hands grasped at hips and thighs, legs weaving and lifting as mouths collided in a frenzy. Leaving Emmett with a straining problem, she sped up the stairs to the bedroom for a moment to herself. Her mind was running a million miles a minute as she tried to calm herself from all of the hub-bub that had happened recently. Now, she had to figure out where Peter would fit. Even if he decided he didn't want to stay in the Cullen house with her and Emmett, she would need to make it more comfortable for him to be here. Of course, even if she did remodel and he ended up wanting them to move into his place instead, at least it would be done and he would have the option. Looking at the pristine white tiled walls and overly large claw foot bath tub, she knew that Peter wouldn't like it.

"Esme." Bella spoke at a normal quiet volume, knowing her pseudo-mother figure would hear her.

Appearing a second later, dressed in torn jeans and an oversized tee with dirt smudges on her face, Esme smiled at the girl she thought of as a daughter. "What can I do for you, dear?" She asked as she entered the bathroom.

Spinning in a circle, Bella looked from the white walls to the marble vanity. "Do you have a sledge hammer?"

Eyes widening, Esme chuckled. "Whatever for?"

Feeling a bit bashful, the younger girl looked to the floor. "I really think this place could use some manly accents. Peter wouldn't fit too well in this white bathroom. He and Emmett are so rough and tumble and I just thought maybe we could possibly…" She trailed off when Esme's laugh filled the space.

"Of course! I'm always up for a remodel. Let's go look at some designs and we'll get to work on it straight away. Get into some old clothes if you can find any. Alice doesn't usually let us keep old clothes but since I work in gardens so much, she lets me keep my rags." She said with a smile as she pulled on the hips of her baggy jeans. "If you can't find anything here, just come find me and I'll get you into something appropriate."

"What about the werewolf and Paul?" She asked curiously as she followed Esme first into her own closet -only to find that Alice indeed didn't let Bella have old clothes- then into Esme's closet. The last thing she could recall Esme doing before starting on the lawn was checking in with the wolves.

Waving a dismissive hand, she smiled absently as she started pulling out clothes and checking the sizes for the thinner yet curvier vampire. "Kristen healed wonderfully but for some reason she's still unconscious. Paul won't let anyone near her, especially a vampire so I let them stay at the edge of the forest. They'll be fine, dear. Her heart rate is steady and so is her breathing."

Bella caught the fabric that Esme tossed her way and went into the bathroom to change, continuing the conversation as if there weren't walls separating them. "So she's out there in her werewolf form, completely unconscious with a Quileute wolf cuddled up to her? Where's the other one?"

"I heard Christopher but I didn't see him. He's doing very well hanging onto his humanity. I don't believe he'll be leaving his sister very long, if at all. They are very closely bonded, even with the shift. It's a rare but beautiful thing to behold, actually."

Once Bella was wearing work appropriate attire, she and Esme chose a more masculine outline for the en suite. The bedroom was perfect with it's shades of maroon and cremes, cherry wood and dark carpeting so they wouldn't be remodeling that. However, Bella thought a California king mattress and bedframe would better suit the triad so Esme helped her order one of the best mattress and sturdiest frames they could find, giggling like a schoolgirl the entire time. Bella refused to feel embarrassed about it.

Emmett joined Edward and Felix in the livingroom to play video games, unwinding from the stressful day. As much as he'd prefer to whisk Bella away, he didn't want to hurt Peter's feelings and right now, the third of their little triad was busy in the main hall with their king. It was extremely odd for Emmett to think of Carlisle as his king after living with him for over 70 years. The gentle blonde doctor had always been known as his father and now he wasn't sure how to approach him. He could switch between king and patriarch easily but Emmett was still leery. It would be weird for a while, that was for sure.

Edward chuckled at his brother's thoughts, making Emmett lose focus on the shooting game and get shot. He growled and squeezed the controller, causing the cheap plastic to creak, hating when his brother poked around in his brain. Turning a glare on the bronze haired mind reader, Emmett snapped his teeth at him. Edward laughed outright and slapped the burlier man's shoulder.

"No need for a temper tantrum, brother. Don't worry, Carlisle is still Carlisle. The same old respectful, soft spoken man we all love."

Emmett growled again. "I hate it when you dig through my thoughts." He grumbled. It was so annoying.

"Don't scream them in that empty noodle of yours and I won't be able to hear them so easily." Edward snarked back with little bite. "Your thoughts just echo all around that empty space up there." He sang in his deep tenor as he waved his finger around the radius of Emmett's ear.

Feeling a light touch to the center of his back, Edward was suddenly thrown forward, landing in the coffee table with a thud. The sturdy piece of furniture groaned under his marble weight and when the three video game players turned their head, they saw Bella's ass fly up the stairs. Her voice echoed down the staircase as she entered her bedroom with Esme who was laughing at her.

"Don't make fun of my Emmett!"

Sitting back smugly on the overstuffed couch, Emmett smiled and resumed the game as Edward righted himself and grumbled slightly before using his character to shoot Emmett square between the eyes. That time the controller did snap in half, causing Felix and Edward to erupt into loud laughs.

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