Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. I don't even wish I was. I also don't own this song, though I've loved it forever and think of Emmett every time I hear it.

"What a Beautiful Day"

By:

Mischief_maker1

Pairing: Emmett/Rosalie

POV: Emmett

AN: Hello! So, for my first time out on "Smut Monday" I chose something not too smutty. Go figure. I LOVE this song and I hope you enjoy this story!

This story is based on "What a Beautiful Day" by Chris Cagle.

May, 2060

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" I heard the sweet sounds of my youngest grandchild's voice along with the pounding of her tiny feet on the rough hewn wood of the deck. I grinned at her as she jumped up into my lap.

"Oof!" I said. "You're getting too big!"

She let out a giggle and her hand brushed across my wrinkled face. "Tell me a story, Grandpa."

I hugged her tighter. She was missing her two front teeth and had a little lisp. "Okay, what do you want to hear?"

"About the time you and Grammy met!" she shouted.

"As if there weren't any other stories in the world," I said under my breath on a chuckle. She was in love with princesses and happily ever after's. I knew that would be the story she would want. I grinned and ran a hand through my curls, thankful once more I hadn't lost all my hair, especially since my bride loved it so much. I gave Emmy another hug and started off my story just like I did every time…

"Day one; I stumbled through 'hello' on Fifth Avenue…"

FLASHBACK

May, 2010

Day One

I'm late! Shit! Fucking hell! I was cursing in my head as I all but ran down the sidewalk. Today was Friday, only my third day on the job and I could not screw this up! Not after all the trouble Uncle Carlisle had gone through to get me in. Volturi Brothers Ad Agency wasn't the biggest ad agency in New York, but they were very prominent, and the fact that I had been given a job there after graduating from college still baffled the mind.

So busy was I in my own head, I almost missed seeing a kid, probably no more than twelve or thirteen, knock into a beautiful woman, sending her huge bag scattering all over the crosswalk on Fifth Avenue.

I contemplated walking right past her. I was, after all, late, but something made me stop and help her. It could have been my late Mama's raising, aided by my aunt after she passed, or it could have been just that the woman looked as flustered as I felt, so I bent down to help her.

I chased one scrap of paper and handed it to her, catching her beautiful blue eyes. They were so blue they were almost purple… "H-hello," I managed.

She smiled and I was blinded by her full beauty. "Hi. Thank you so much! If I had lost this stuff my boss would kill me!"

I chuckled. "Hey, it happens. Stupid brats. Why do they just run amok on the streets?"

She laughed. "I know, right?"

I happened to glance down at my watch. "Shit," I muttered. "I'm really late."

"Thanks for helping me," she said softly as she turned back in the direction she was heading.

I started to walk away and stopped. "Hey!"

She turned back to me.

"You doing anything tomorrow?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm free."

"You like pizza?"

She nodded. "I love it."

"Meet me at Masen's tomorrow afternoon? You know where it is?"

She bit her lip and smiled. "Yeah, I know where it is. One o'clock?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there."

"I will be, too," she said with a wink before she turned and walked away.

"What's your name?" I called after her.

"Rosalie!" she shouted.

Rosalie…a name almost as beautiful as the woman.

Day Two

My palms were sweating as I waited for one o'clock to arrive.

"Damn it, Em! Move it!" my sister said as she came past me carrying a pie almost as big as she was. Alice and I had been born in Tennessee, but when our parents died in a car wreck when I was eight and Alice was four, our aunt and uncle here in New York had taken us in, where we had joined their son, Edward. The pizza joint had been in Ed Senior's family for generations, passing down from father to son until now. Edward had wanted nothing to do with the biz, so Alice, who had always loved the place, and her husband had bought it a few years ago.

I snagged the pie from her and delivered it to table three. "Damn, Shortcake, you need to sit your ass down before you pop that kid out on the floor here and now."

She flipped me off. She was nine months pregnant with her fourth kid. I had often joked that her husband, Jasper, hadn't figured out how it was happening yet, but they had just grinned and proceeded to have another one. I think it was their life's mission to create as many babies as humanly possible.

I delivered five more pizzas and two pitchers of beer before I heard; "So, I guess it was just too hopeful of me that you worked downtown. You're nothing but a busboy."

I turned to the voice I already recognized. "Ha, ha, ha. My sister owns the place and seeing as she's about to explode with another kid…well…I thought I'd help out."

Rosalie giggled. "Well, you look cute," she said, tugging on the apron I'd put on so I didn't mess up my polo shirt.

I grinned, popping out my dimple I knew worked every time on women and said, "Have a seat over in that corner booth, I'll bring us menus. What do you want to drink?"

"Coke, please. I only drink it when I have pizza. Thankfully Masen's carries Coke products!"

I held in a laugh as I gave her a nod and quickly got our drinks.

She was perusing the menu Alice must have brought over when I returned. I looked at her; really looked at her. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a thin-strapped tank top; she had flip-flops on her feet, showing off purple sparkly toenails. Fuck…I was already smitten with her. Damn.

I cleared my throat and sat down. "So…what's good here?" she asked with a grin.

"I thought you said you'd been here before."

She smiled. "I have, but I wondered if you had something that was your favorite."

I shrugged. "Everything is good here," I told her honestly. Ed and Elizabeth still frequented the kitchen, cooking up a storm half the time, and Jasper was known for his specialty pizzas. They had even been featured on a "Best Of" show on the Food Network.

We perused the menu and finally settled on a meat lovers on half and a supreme, minus olives on the other half of the pie along with salad and some of the best cheese breadsticks on the planet.

After I put in the order, (because Alice really didn't need any more work) we sat and talked. And talked. And talked. We talked all through the meal, all through halving a dessert pizza, and on to dark. We talked about anything and everything. I shared almost every secret I possessed and I think she did too.

It was only when her phone alarmed that we even hazarded a look at the time. "Crap!" she said, jumping up. "I'm supposed to meet a friend and help her with her wedding dress! She had to work today and I have to meet her for a final fitting…the seamstress is staying late. I…I don't want to go…" she said, biting that delectable lip again.

"It's okay," I said, standing as well. "Can…would you like to go out to dinner sometime?"

She smiled and nodded. "I think I'd like that. But this wedding…it's next weekend. I'm the maid of honor…"

I nodded. "I understand."

"But I'm free in two weeks?" she asked hopefully.

I had already decided I'd wait forever for her if I had to. "Okay. Two weeks. Friday night?"

She nodded. "I hear that new action flick is going to be pretty good that comes out next weekend…"

Fucking sold! "Sounds great. Meet there?"

She slipped me a piece of paper. "I think you can pick me up at home, Emmett." She kissed my cheek – only having to reach up on her tip-toes because she wasn't in heels, and I knew I was smiling like a fool as she walked out the door.

"Wow," Alice said, coming over to grab our cups. "You've got it bad; don't you, Em?"

I touched my cheek. "You have no idea."

Day Fourteen

I took her daisies because roses seemed so cliché. "Oh, Em!" she said when I opened the door. "They're beautiful!"

She snatched them from me and stuck her nose in them, inhaling deeply. "Most people buy me roses but I think daisies are my favorite."

And…score! Of course…I may have had a little help with them. Or rather, Alice popped me on the back of the arm and said, 'you aren't buying her roses, are you?'

Rosalie put them in water before we headed out to grab some dinner – Chinese this time, and hit the movies. That night we had our first kiss…

Day Sixty-Seven

"I love you, Emmett," she whispered to me. We were sitting on her couch. We had just come back from spending the day together in the park. Our two dogs; mine, an English Bulldog named Maxx and hers, a Border Collie named Willow were snoozing on the rug by the fireplace. We had worn them out taking a jog around the park and had come back to her place where we had showered (separately) and she had cooked a great meal of Polynesian Pork Chops, rice, green beans, and a dessert fit for a king; Chocolate Éclair Cake, one of her specialties. Now we were relaxing with her tight into my side, her head resting lightly on my shoulder. She had put on some old black and white movie women seem to love so much and I was just content to be right there with her.

I didn't even hesitate as I said, "I love you too, Rosalie."

Her head lifted and she looked at me. "Do you really?"

I nodded. "From that first time on Fifth Avenue."

She smiled at me and rubbed her face against mine before her breath hit my ear. "Then show me. Take me to bed, Emmett."

I turned to grasp her and stood with her in my arms. She let out a little squeal before I captured her lips with mine. "With pleasure," I whispered against her lips.

I was familiar with her apartment…I'd been here quite often in the past two months, so I walked right into her bedroom and laid her down upon the bed. "You're beautiful," I whispered. The moon was coming in the window and shining on her making her pearly skin almost glow ethereal in the ambient light.

She moved to lift her shirt and I shook my head. "Nuh-uh. Let me have the honor of undressing you, please?"

She let out an honest-to-god whimper and bit her lip as her hands moved to fist the bedspread. I slid my shirt from my body and licked my lips as I moved to hover over her, my hand going up under her shirt to flick at her naked nipples. "No bra? That's so fucking sexy, Rosie."

She let out another whine. "Em…I…I really need you. Like, now."

I couldn't hold in the chuckle. "All in good time, Rose. I'm going to have you screaming before I'm done with you."

She was already slightly breathless as she whispered, "Promise?"

I bit her nipple lightly through her shirt as my hand dove down the front of her pants. I felt nothing but bare skin as I reached her already damp slit. I flicked her clit and said, "Oh, I promise."

My finger dove into her and she cried out as I took her up and over the edge using just my hand while my mouth feasted on any available skin I could find.

I pulled away as she came down off her high and pulled her shirt up to lave at her flat stomach. "You are an angel, Rosalie. You look like you were sent down just for me."

"I'm…I'm pretty sure I was," she managed.

My eyes caught hers and I saw a shimmer of tears there. I moved up to kiss each of her eyes before pulling her into a sitting position to get her shirt off of her.

Once she was lying back naked from the waist up, I moved back over her, worshiping the newly exposed skin.

Her hands fisted in my curls as she said, "More, Em; I need more!"

I grasped the waistband of her pants and slid them, along with her underwear down her impossibly long legs and tossed them to the floor. I looked at her; starting with her toes and their neon pink polish, up, up, up those gorgeous legs to her center, which was glistening for me, up the slight concave of her stomach to her beautiful pert breasts, then on to her rose-colored lips, now swollen from my kisses, up to her eyes. She was the most breathtaking thing I'd ever seen.

I parted her legs as I gently knelt before her. My eyes met hers once more as I flicked my tongue out to taste her. My eyes then closed as the taste overwhelmed me. She was delicious. I let out a moan as I dove in, attacking her with fervor.

She squirmed and her hands fisted in my hair again as her legs wrapped around my neck. She began moaning and thrusting her hips before whimpering and cursing vehemently as she moved closer to her peak.

I pulled away, leaving her panting and writhing for more. "Patience," I whispered into her stomach as I kissed it.

"Fuck patience, Em. I need you in me now."

Damn, I loved a bossy woman. "Yes, Ma'am," I said as I stood and after grabbing a condom, shucked my pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

I watched her watching me. Her eyes grew just a bit rounder, her tongue flicked out to lick her lips…and her hand. Fuck. Her hand went to play with her nipple. Damn. I could watch her play with herself for hours. But instead, I knelt before her. Her legs fell open for me once more as I slid the rubber down my length. I moved to tease her with the head and she shivered as I touched her clit.

"Now, Em!" she demanded.

I leaned over her and took her mouth with mine, plunging my tongue in at the same time as my cock pierced her.

Her whole body wrapped around me; her legs went around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, as her arms wrapped around my neck; her nails digging into my shoulder blades. Her tongue stroked mine before her mouth began suckling on it, driving me crazy as her pussy took me in.

I fucked her mouth and her body simultaneously until I felt her walls quake around me as she came. Only then did I pull away and slow down, choosing to take it slow and easy so I didn't blow my load before she was finished with me.

"Fuck," she muttered with a grin. "Wow. Em…"

I couldn't help my own smile as I kissed her tenderly and began stroking her softly, gently elevating her to another high. "Rosie…I need to…"

"Come with me," she pleaded gently and I did just that.

Day One-Sixteen

Man, I was nervous. My stomach was in knots as I waited for her. I looked around at the fall foliage. It was getting cold here in New York City and it was a beautiful day.

"Hey!" she shouted as she came into view. I smiled and some of my nerves dissipated. She would say yes, wouldn't she?

"Ready?" I asked. Today was impromptu, but I wanted it to be that way. I had a deli lunch ready for us and I had set out a picnic in the middle of Central Park. Both of us were busy with work, but I wanted to do this today.

She kissed me and let out a little squeal of surprise as she took in all my efforts. "Em! You shouldn't have!"

I shrugged. "I wanted to. You're going to be busy on our four month anniversary," I teased gently. She was leaving tomorrow for a business trip with her boss, a vile woman who demanded the world of my Rosie. Thus was the job of being an assistant to one of the busiest editors in New York City.

Her lower lip poked out. "I know and I'm pissed about it too!"

I smiled. My tigress. She loved her job but hated her boss. It was a hard place to be in for her.

I handed her a glass with champagne in it and she let out a giggle as she sat down on the picnic blanket. "Wow. I shouldn't…not and go back to work…"

I rolled my eyes. "One glass won't kill you, Rosie," I said as I handed her a tray with chocolate covered strawberries, her favorite.

"You pulled out all the stops, Emmett Dale McCarty," she said with a grin as she accepted a strawberry. "If you do this for our fourth, I can't imagine how you will top it with our one-year anniversary.

I pulled the ring out of my pocket and said, "I kinda hope I one-up myself for forever."

Her breath caught as the sunlight glinted off the carat diamond solitaire. "Em…"

"What are you doing for the rest of my life, Rosie?"

Her mouth fell open as I slid the ring onto her finger. "Rosalie Lillian Hale, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"Yes!" she shouted as she leapt into my arms, knocking us both to the ground. She peppered my face with kisses. "A hundred times! Yes!"

Day One-Eighty-Nine

"Damn it, Rosalie, will you wait a fucking minute?"

She spun around and slapped my face. "No! You fucking…you lying fucking bastard!"

She stormed out of the restaurant.

"Well, that went well," Bella said amicably as she tipped back her beer.

I threw down some money on the bar and ran out after her. "Rosalie!" I yelled as I tried to catch up with her. My legs were longer, and she was in four inch heels, but damn, she could move when she was pissed off. "Just calm the fuck down!"

"I won't!" she shouted over her shoulder as she continued down the sidewalk.

I jogged and caught up with her, grasping her arm. "Ow! You fucking brute!" she screamed as her hand came around to smack me again. This time I felt individual flashes of pain as her nails cut into my face. "Leave me the fuck alone!"

"I won't!" I shouted back to her. "If you would shut the fuck up and listen for two seconds, I would explain!"

"Explain? Explain how that brunette skank was all up on you?"

"Bella is a friend. An old friend. We go way back!"

"How far back?" Rosalie asked, her eyes flashing. "Did you sleep with her?"

I opened my mouth but no words would come out. The fact remained, I had. Bella and I had dated steadily all through high school and had occasional hook-ups when she was in town and both of us were unattached.

"Did you, Emmett?"

"Yes, alright? She was my girlfriend. We broke up. She went her way; I went mine. She was just catching up with Alice at the restaurant when I came in to meet you. She was accosting me with her usual fervor when you arrived."

"By sticking her tongue down your throat?" she asked, incredulous.

I felt a blush rising to my cheeks. "Well…she and Alice had been drinking a bit since Alice had the night off from the kids and Jasper…"

"Do you think I'm stupid, Emmett? You seriously expect me to believe that story?"

"It's true," Alice said, Bella in tow. "Tell her, Bells."

Bella shrugged and hiccupped. She really was about three sheets to the wind. She must have been drinking since early afternoon. "It's true. I was gonna get a fuck from Em, but hell, I didn't know he was attached." She turned to my sister. "Your cousin still unmarried?"

"Edward?"

Bella nodded. "Yeah, he has a nice ass."

Alice laughed and they headed back in the direction of the pizzeria. I turned to Rosalie. "See?"

Rosalie just looked at me. "I still can't believe you didn't tell me about her. We've talked so much. I told you about all my ex's, including Royce…"

I winced. Rosalie had told me everything about the son of a bitch that had abused her when she was an older teen. "Rosie, baby, I'm sorry. Bella and I, yeah, we were something, but it didn't…it wasn't what you and I have. I love you."

"I'll bet you told her that as you fucked her," she said indignantly.

I couldn't lie. I mean, Bella was my first everything. "Yeah, I did."

Rosalie let out a gasp. I grabbed her hand. "But I didn't know what love was. We were young and stupid. She wanted to sell all our worldly possessions and move to Budapest and I…didn't. We always knew we were just together to pass the time. I never once thought of going off and marrying her or anything." Which wasn't exactly true. I had considered it for a very short time, but Bella and I were good together for one thing and one thing only and there was no way that would sustain us, so we had parted ways.

"How can I marry you when I can't trust you?"

"Damn it, Rosalie! I didn't lie to you! I just didn't tell you about her! I'm fucking sorry, alright? It…it slipped my mind!"

"Two years of your life slipped your mind? What else has slipped your mind? An illegitimate child? A long-lost evil twin I didn't know about?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Rosalie. You're being stupid."

"Am I? Am I really? Well, if I'm so stupid, why don't you just take your ring and shove it up your ass!?"

She ripped the ring off her finger and thrust it into my chest. I managed to catch it just as it fell. "Rosie…" I whispered as she stormed off.

I stood there, and like a total cliché, the rain clouds that had threatened all day opened up on a gale and I was soaked immediately.

I don't know how long I stood there in shock, but eventually the shock led to anger. She couldn't leave me. Not for something this utterly ridiculous. I stormed to her apartment.

The walk was long and cold in the October evening, but I didn't give a shit if my toes fell off, I was going over there and talking some sense into that woman if it was the last thing I did.

I waved to the doorman as he let me in. "Evening, Mr. McCarty. You need a towel?"

I shook my head. "No thanks, James. I'm going to go upstairs and get cleaned up."

He grinned. "You take good care of Miss Rosalie, alright? She looked terribly upset when she came in. I have a feeling you might have been the cause of it?"

I nodded my head. "I'm a man. Isn't it my job to upset the woman I love?"

He sighed. "I know what you mean. My own sweet Vicky is a hellion when I piss her off, which is more often than not."

I let out a chuckle as I walked over to the elevator. We were men, we were stupid, but we loved our women.

I heard the ding of the elevator and made to step inside when a wild bundle of nerves hit me.

"Oof!" I said as she collided with me.

"Emmett!" Rosalie shrieked as her arms went around me. She was a sobbing mess. She was still soaking wet, her hair in total disarray and hanging limply around her face, which looked raccoon-y from her makeup running.

"Rosie, look, I'm sorry I lied, but…I just didn't think it was important. Bella was in the past and…"

I was silenced as her mouth fused with mine and her tongue thrust into my mouth. Her hands tightened around my neck and I felt her legs wrap around my waist. "I'm an idiot," she whispered when she pulled away. I looked into her brilliant eyes, still shiny with tears and she said, "I overreacted, I admit it. But we haven't known each other very long and I just…"

I shut her up with another kiss as I walked onto the elevator. I punched the button to her floor and then pulled away to say, "I know we don't know each other that well, Rosie. And I know I want forever with you. So, if I need to take my time, let us get to know one another better, that's fine. We'll have a long engagement."

"Are you sure?" she asked softly.

I fished for the ring that was in my pocket and she held out her hand for it once more. "I love you, Rosalie. There's nothing more that has to be said."

She shook her head and gave me a half a smile as the doors to the elevator opened once more. "There's just one more thing…" she said.

"What?" I asked.

Her tongue flicked out to my ear, right where she knew I was the most sensitive. "Fuck me, baby," she whispered.

I couldn't get her back to her apartment fast enough to do just that.

Day Four Eighty-Two

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the justice of the peace said.

I grabbed her and pulled her to me amid the clapping of my family. After our kiss, I whispered, "Are you sure you were okay with this?" I asked her.

She nodded. "I never needed much, Em. Just you and me and that certificate is all I need."

I rubbed her still flat stomach. The baby was a surprise to us both, but we knew it was the right time. We had moved in together on our six-month anniversary, fully intending to get married when we had enough money for the 'dream wedding' Rosalie had always touted about, but when we'd found out last month that she was pregnant, she made the decision to get together with Alice, and to our surprise, Bella, who had hooked up with my cousin, Edward. He had admitted he'd always held a flame for her and she him. Who knew?

Alice had thrown the 'wedding' together quickly and Rosalie looked beautiful in an off-white sundress. We were going to Long Island to visit the lighthouses for our short three-day honeymoon. It was perfect and so was she.

We had a little reception at the pizzeria and Alice, who had been taking cake decorating classes, had baked a beautiful wedding cake for us.

After the wedding, and its following festivities, we drove in a rental convertible to our destination and I carried her over the threshold of our hotel room.

"I love you, Rosie," I told her with a smile as I gently sat her on the bed.

"I love you too, my Emmy-bear."

"Aww, come on, you know I don't like it when you call me that."

She moved herself around so she was kneeling on the bed and crooked a finger toward me. "Yes you do, Emmy-bear."

I walked over to her and bent down to kiss her ever-so-softly. "I'm so glad you're mine," I told her.

"As am I, Emmett, as am I."

Day Seven Sixty-One

"That's it, Rosie! Push!" I coached excitedly. This had been a long time coming for us. Two weeks after our wedding, we realized Rosalie's pregnancy wasn't a normal one. It was in fact an ectopic pregnancy and we only found out when she miscarried. The miscarriage caused her horrible pain and scarring that led to her losing an ovary and fallopian tube. The doctors were afraid we wouldn't be able to get pregnant again, but Rosalie's faith was strong. After she recovered from the surgery, she put that determined look on her face and when the doctors gave us the 'all clear' she started charts and took her temperature and fucked me to oblivion until finally we got the news we had been waiting for; she was pregnant.

The pregnancy hadn't been easy on her. She'd developed gestational diabetes, then preeclampsia, but through it all she soldiered on and it had all come down to this. The doctor had been monitoring her and had given her the 'all clear' to try and deliver the baby the regular way.

She pushed once more and finally I heard the sound we had longed to hear…our child.

"You've got a healthy baby boy!" the doctor said.

"A boy?" Rosalie said excitedly.

The baby was placed on her chest and I looked at him. He was perfect; red faced, big-voiced, with a head full of black curls. He may have had my hair, but he looked just like his mama. "He's beautiful," she cooed.

I felt tears rolling down my face as I kissed her tenderly. "Thank you," I whispered to her. "Thank you for this gift."

We were both crying and smiling and talking baby talk already and I didn't think life could get much better than this.

Day Eighteen Thousand Two Hundred Fifty Three

"And that's the story of your Grammy and me," I said with a grin.

"And why are we having your party today, Grandpa?" Emmy asked me.

"Because, today is the fiftieth anniversary of the day we met." I caught Rosalie's eye as she stepped out onto the porch. Her hair was gray now, cut in a very attractive 'do she called a 'bob'. She had some wrinkles, but she was even more beautiful than that first day we met. "Yeah," I told Emmy, "I thank God I said 'hello' on Fifth Avenue…"

FIN