Note: This outtake is a companion piece to Chapter 4 of Visions Interrupted and covers what happened in the span of about twenty minutes, so it is not lengthy, but it fills in a blank spot that Alice didn't see.

Many thanks go to palmofafreezinghand and Alice's White Rabbit for their superhuman beta skills xxxx

The Phone Call

Emmett POV

"I might be...pregnant."

Bella's pregnant? Damn, son, what?

I listened to Edward get on the line, his voice panicked as he questioned Carlisle whether such a thing was even possible.

First thing that crossed my mind was whoa! Edward must have some super spunk or something. Was he some kind of undiscovered sex god? No fucking way. That kid was a hundred and he never even kissed a girl until Bella. He had absolutely nothing on me. If anyone was a sex god; it was definitely Emmett McCarty Cullen. This whole concept was kinda blowing my mind. Maybe Edward didn't have to be a sex god, maybe any male vampire could do it. Maybe I had super spunk too, and if Rosalie were human… Could I have done that to her?

But Rosalie wasn't human, and I couldn't knock her up. A baby was the only thing she ever wanted in the world. And now, of all people, Edward was getting one. My girl was not going to be happy about this. Turning around to look where she stood behind my seat on the couch, I saw a motionless statue. Her face was a mask, but her stillness told me everything I needed to know. This wasn't just angry Rosalie. I knew how to handle angry Rosalie. No, this was the face that scared me. This was jealousy and rage and hurt all rolled into one, and I never knew exactly what to do when she got like that. My girl was roiling inside, and when she came back to herself, she was liable to bolt any second.

When he hung up the phone, Carlisle turned to look at the four of us. The look of panic on his face rocked me to the core. This man was unshakeable, and here he was, completely at a loss for what to do. The others felt it too, and my anxiety spiked with all of theirs before I felt Jasper try to calm us. He wasn't that effective though since he was just as fucked up over this revelation. We all stared at each other for a few moments before Rosalie sprang to life. She crossed the room, heading for the door. "I've got to get Esme," she murmured before taking off at a run. I was pretty sure that was an excuse. I knew she was hurting and she wanted to be alone. But I also knew that even though she always said she wanted to be alone, sometimes she actually wanted someone to hold her and tell her everything would be all right. I was pretty sure this was one of those times, so I followed her out the door.

I caught up to her quickly, and when I was a few yards away from her, she turned and fell into my arms. I clutched her to me, wrapping her up in one of my famous bear hugs. Pretty sure I'd hugged everyone in my family this way at least once when they felt really low, so I knew from experience it would help. And it did; her body went slack against mine, and she wept tearlessly on my shoulder. I buried my face in her hair, my own still heart in my throat.

Having her own family was what Rosalie was longing for when she died, and that desire held strong into her second life. How many times had I desperately wished I could give her everything she wanted? It was damned hard knowing I could never fill that hole in her life, that it would eternally hurt for her. The fact that Bella was going to experience what she so desperately wanted was devastating. She already didn't like Bella for choosing to give up her humanity. On top of that, now she was going to get the only thing Rosalie ever wanted and could never have.

Pulling back from her, I swiped away her phantom tears with my thumbs and brushed her hair away from her face, bringing my hands back around to gently cup her face. "Rosie," I whispered. "Let's leave. We don't have to stay here. We don't have to watch."

My girl inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, steadying herself, and I could feel the last of the tension leave her body. "Yes," she said. "That's perfect. I think we should leave immediately. They'll understand if we disappear."

I nodded. They all knew what this would do to Rosie. They'd probably encourage us to go. Crooking an eyebrow at her, I offered, "Denali?"

"At first, yes," she said, nodding thoughtfully. "But then let's find a place we've never been and go there."

"I love it," I assured her. This was going to be awesome. Get away from all of this, just the two of us. As much as I enjoyed Bella's presence in our family, the girl brought a lot of drama with her everywhere she went.

As she gave me a shaky smile, her phone began to ring. It was a jarring and unexpected sound at that moment, and it startled us both. She reached into the back pocket of her jeans and read the caller ID on the screen.

"Edward?" she exclaimed. "Why the hell is Edward calling me?" She sounded pissed off, and frankly, I kinda felt that way too. Unfortunately, it wasn't that weird to imagine Edward rubbing this in her face in some way. Sometimes that teenage assholery just came out of him, I think without him even realizing it. At least, not until it was too late. Edward was capable of some pretty cruel shit, but I didn't think he would sink that low. This was probably really important if he was calling her now, when he knew goddamn well she would be upset.

"Aren't you going to answer it?" I prodded.

She huffed. "I can't imagine I want to hear anything he has to say."

"Just answer it, Rose. If he's calling you now, it has to be important."

Knowing I was right and hating it, she flipped open the phone, pressing it to her ear, and begrudgingly answered, "Hello?"

"Rosalie?" The voice was definitely not Edward's. "It's Bella. Please, I need you to help me."

She wanted Rosalie's help? Our gazes locked, and my girl's eyes were just as wide and shocked as mine were. "What do you need, Bella?" she asked warily.

Bella's voice was hurried and whisper-quiet. I had to really focus to hear her end of the call. "Please, Edward's afraid. He thinks it's bad, that it's going to hurt me. He wants to kill our baby. He'll do it too—Carlisle is on his side. I want to keep it, Rosalie. The baby is good—I feel it. I know I can count on you to understand."

Rosalie's eyes widened even larger which I really didn't think was possible. But her eyes never left mine. I watched as fear turned to resolve, pushing aside all doubt and confusion. "Yes, Bella," she said firmly. "I'll help you. You can count on me."

"Thank you," Bella whispered with reverence, then she quickly said, "I've got to go," and the line went dead.

Slowly, Rosalie closed her phone and slid it carefully back in her pocket. Our eyes were still locked and I'm sure my doubts showed in them. I didn't like this. It wasn't going to be good for my girl's psyche. "Rosalie, we were leaving..."

"I know, Emmett. But weren't you listening to Carlisle and Edward's phone conversation a few minutes ago?"

I shrugged and shook my head. "No, I was distracted by Edward's super spunk."

She rolled her eyes like a champ, but a smile crept onto her face. She couldn't resist my dumb jokes; no one could. It was my superpower. She quickly sobered though. "Seriously, Emmett. They were talking about aborting it. They think it's a demon or something. They want to kill that baby, and I won't stand by and let it happen. Bella wants me to help her keep it. She knows I'm not afraid to stand up to them. I won't let them strong-arm her."

"But babe, you hate her."

"We're not friends, and I don't like her. But this isn't about Bella and me, or about me trying to get back at Carlisle and Edward, this is about standing up for someone who can't stand up for themselves. Standing up for something I wholeheartedly agree with, and she knows that. She didn't call me because we're BFFs. If she wanted that, she would have called Alice. What Bella wants is to keep her baby, and she knows I will protect this baby at any cost."

"But Rosie, what if this isn't really a baby?" I tried reasoning with her. "I mean, I don't know if a human and a vampire can have a real baby."

Rosalie shrugged. "If Bella thinks it is, that's good enough for me."

I was really afraid this whole experience was going to break my girl, but she was committed. I knew better than to think she would be swayed. Still, I tried one last-ditch effort. "Edward will fight you. Carlisle will too."

"No, they won't, because I have you to protect me."

"Of course you do, babe," I said and wrapped her up in a hug so she wouldn't see my face 'cause I wasn't so sure I wanted to fight them on this. I thought they were probably onto something with this whole monster thing. No way did that petrified, rehydrated vampire spunk create a baby like Rosalie and Bella were thinking it would be. Edward's spunk was from 1918 and vampified! That can't be a good thing.

"Come on. Let's tell Esme," Rosalie said, pulling away and grabbing my arm, unaware that I was having a crisis of morality over here. "She'll be on our side."

Only I wasn't so sure I was on her side. As we ran to the cottage, I did my best to compartmentalize my emotions. I had to put the scared and nervous feelings in a box, and pull out the strong and stoic bodyguard persona. I wasn't used to covering up my emotions. No point with an empath in the house.

Empath, telepath, fortuneteller—all the gifteds thought they owned the place. And the worst part was that the two of us and Carlisle and Esme encouraged their egos by being lazy and relying on their gifts too much. Me and Rosie felt like second-class citizens in our own family a lot of the time. That was one of the reasons why we honeymooned so often and for so long—it was just more relaxing not having to watch everything we said, or did, or felt, or thought even.

Now, instead of getting away and feeling every fucked-up emotion that Rose had every right to feel, she was going to have to gracefully face it all head on. Although, I supposed it was possible there really was a baby inside Bella, and if Rosalie was able to help Bella keep it, maybe Bella would let her help raise it. And that was it—the light bulb moment. I knew then that was the reason Rosalie agreed, as painful as her emotions were. Because in the end, there was a chance Rosalie would get her wish, the baby she always wanted. Even if Bella had to die for her to get it. And I was going to have to stand by and support them, no matter what happened, whether it sat well in my stomach or not. I loved Rosie and only wanted her happiness. After the circumstances of her human death, she needed to be able to trust me fully if our relationship was ever going to work, and I always told Rosalie I'd do anything for her. But this? This was tough to swallow and went against everything my head was telling me was right. My head knew this was wrong, but my heart was dedicated to my Rosie, and I would stand by my vow to give her the world, even if I didn't like it.

The cottage was in sight and Esme stepped out to meet us, a smile on her face that quickly faded as she took in our dark expressions.

"What's going on?" she asked, worry clouding her normally easy tone.

Rosalie just laid it out on the table. "Bella's pregnant, Edward wants to kill it, but she wants to keep it."

Esme's mouth dropped open. "Pregnant? How?" Then she gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. "Oh! You don't think she and Jacob…"

"Wow, Esme. I'm surprised you took it there," I praised her, holding my hand up for a high five, which she did not return, leaving me hanging.

"You're worse than Emmett. Too many soap operas and reality shows," Rosalie teased her. "But seriously, no, Edward's the father. He and Carlisle want to take it out of her. But she called me, Esme. Bella stole Edward's phone and called me when she had a few minutes alone. She asked me to help her protect it. She's afraid of what they'll do."

Esme gasped again with shock and she looked like she might faint if that were possible. But when I saw that same resolve I saw in Rosalie's eyes forming in Esme's face, I knew Esme was on 'our' side. She was thinking baby, not monster, just like Rosalie. The possibility that it was anything other than a baby probably never even crossed her mind.

"Will you help her?" Esme asked Rosalie.

"I told Bella I would, and I will. It's her choice, not theirs, and I'll fight for her right to carry this baby. Will you help me?"

Esme stood up straighter, her chin jutting forward. "Of course I will."

"Do you think you can convince Carlisle not to abort?"

"I do." No hesitation. Of course not. Carlisle would do anything for her, just like I was doing for Rosie.

"Perfect. We have to act like nothing is up when we get back to the house. Edward doesn't know she asked for help—it was a covert move. We have to act like there's nothing amiss."

"No problem."

Apparently, I wasn't going to be consulted. It was clear that my opinion didn't matter. They never once even looked at me as they plotted. I was a man, so I had no say in this. I was only needed as a shield, and that's what I'd be. Anything to make Rosie happy, to get her the only thing she ever wanted. What kind of mate would I be if I didn't? Still, my conscience was eating at me, not sure what this thing was going to end up doing to Bella. She was pretty fragile. What if she ended up dying? What would that do to my brother? Would he hate me forever for standing by my mate? This shit was fucked up, and the only thing clear to me was how long we'd been gone.

"Ladies," I interrupted. "We should probably get back. We've been gone a while now. We were only supposed to be telling you what happened and bringing you back. The phone call took some time." I didn't mention Rosalie's breakdown, and she shot me a grateful look.

"Well, if anyone asks, we'll say I got upset, and you two had to talk me down. That sounds like a plausible explanation for why we've been gone for a while, doesn't it?" Rosalie and I both nodded. "Good, let's go then." With that, the three of us raced off to the main house to face whatever came next, bound to protect what some of our family was bent on destroying.

Note: Thoughts on Emmett's POV?