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Chapter 9

I pull up to Emmett's house right on time. I decided to bring Seth along since I kind of felt bad leaving him at my place all alone again. He's been by himself a lot in recent days, and my brothers aren't bad people. Plus Em has mentioned getting a dog, but needs to get Rose on board. Maybe if she sees Seth being loveable and calm around the baby, she'll be more amenable to the idea.

I text Emmett, informing him that I've arrived, as I let Seth finish his quick territory mark. The door opens just as I start my trek up. I whistle and call out to Seth, "Come on, buddy." He listens right away and trots up to inspect the big man in the doorway. He sniffs his legs a few times, then walks right in, deeming Emmett to be non-threatening.

"Thanks for coming…and for bringing Bella's dog, even though you didn't have to do either." He says, clapping a hand on my shoulder once I've made it inside.

I take my coat off while I reply, "Hey, I'm happy to help."

"Well, thanks anyway."

Once I've hung my coat, we make our way into the living room where Jasper is already sitting. Sophia is currently swaddled and sleeping peacefully in her bassinet, crib-like thing in the corner. "How long has been sleeping?" I ask quietly.

"About two hours, so she might be up soon. I've seen Rose prepare a bottle, so it shouldn't be that hard. I just hate to hear her cry." After reassuring him that things will be alright, we change the topic to other things like football and work.

Just as the topic changes to Bella and me, Sophia starts to stir. Emmett gets up and rushes to get the bottle ready. I look to Jasper with wide eyes. "I've never seen him move so fast in my life." He just snickers and nods, looking back towards the kitchen where we hear the water running. Little Miss starts to cry, so I stand up, walk over and pick her up, being mindful of her head. I'm not quite sure what to do now, so I just hold her with one arm wrapped around her legs and bottom, and the other supporting her head as I lightly bounce.

"Hey. It's your Uncle Eddie. Shh, it's okay. Daddy's bringing the goods." She lets out this wale that I wasn't expecting and starts squirming more. It feels like an eternity before Emmett finally shows up with the bottle. Telling me to keep holding her, he unwraps the blanket, then scoops her out of my hold to cradle and feed her. I know he's just a giant teddy bear, but it really looks strange to see such a big man holding something so tiny in comparison.

She finishes her bottle quickly; faster than I'd expected. Her dad asks for the burp cloth that's draped over the crib she was sleeping in. It only takes a minute before she burps and, thankfully, doesn't spit up more than a couple drops.

Emmett keeps her chest to chest, a hand on her rear, and goes to stand up, but stops when we hear a gurgling sound. He freezes and his face scrunches in disgust. "Great," he says, drawing out the word. "She just took a giant shit."

A/N: *covers mouth and giggles* Welcome to parenthood, Emmett!