"Emmett, what's wrong?" Edward calls as we quickly walked towards the porch.
"Edward. Where the fuck have you been?" He asks, anxiously.
"We went out for breakfast. What's going on?" Edward asked.
Emmett's blue eyes staring into Edward's anxiously.
"Mom called. She's fucking mad as fuck." He finally says.
"What happened now?" Edward asks, tiredly.
"Someone crashed her. She's in the hospital. Don't worry. It's just a broken hip and a dislocated shoulder, she'll be fine. Carlisle is worse for wear. He has a broken leg and arm, a broken collarbone bone, and ribs on his left side." He says.
"Who called you if both your parents were involved?" I ask, surprised.
"My aunt Olivia. My mother's younger sister. She's a few years older than me." Emmett says.
"Let's go get around things ready and head to the airport, maybe we can get an earlier flight." Edward says.
I see them both nod to one another before Edward turns to look at me.
Without saying another word he pulls me into a tight, intimate hug.
I can feel as he kisses the top of my head before I hear him whisper to me.
"I'm sorry, our weekend ended like this. I'll try to call you when we land, or when we know how my mother is, alright." He whispers.
"Ok, just promise you'll be safe." I mutter into his chest.
"I will." He replies, " I call you later ok?" He says.
I can only nod in response before he leans down and presses his lips tenderly into mine.
A half hour later, they leave. Taking Alice and Cujo with them.
I can't seem to move as Rose and I stare at Jasper's disappearing SUV.
Rose asks if I want to go inside and have some wine. I decline, before I walk over to the swing and sat on the porch swing lightly swinging back and forth, lost in thought.
"You do know everything is going to be alright, right?"
I sigh, ignoring the annoying pest now sitting next to me.
"You can ignore me." He says.
"Micah, please. After the week I've had...don't I deserve some sort of break?" I ask, tiredly, as he hands Roofy over to me.
"You do." He agrees. "So, why not go back inside and into the den? You can sleep in there, and I'll even make sure you're left alone." He suggests, putting an arm around my shoulders.
"Thank you." I sigh.
"You're welcome. Now, let's go inside so you can have a piece of the sub Dax and Jane brought and then go get some rest." He says.
I smile, holding Roofy to my chest as we both walk inside.
We quickly made over way over to the kitchen, as Mary cut the sub. Jane is setting the table, setting out three bottles Pinot Noirs, Chardonnay and Cotes-du-Rhone.
I simply plop down into the chair, hugging Roofy to my chest.
"Here." She sets down ham, roast beef and bacon club before me.
"It looks gross." I state, wrinkling my noise.
"Just eat it." She orders, serving me some wine.
"No, thank you. I'll just drink some soda or juice." I state, remembering the headache I had all day yesterday.
She sighs, drinking the bit she poured before going into the fridge and snatching a can of Sprite before pouring it into a glass and setting it before me.
"No problem, Miss. Bella." She said, smiling at me.
I shook my head in amusement before ripping off a piece of roast beef and feeding it to Roofy.
He smelled it before tearing into the piece, happily chewing it. After he swallowed it he licked his lips and nuzzling my chest with his wet little nose. Silently asking for more.
"Don't give him too much, Bella." Jane says, looking at me.
I nod, sneaking him another small piece before I walk to the playpen and set him in there next to Clementine. He whimpers once before he goes to play with her.
I smile before washing my hands and heading back to the table.
"So, how are you feeling?" She asks.
"Like a woman." Rose mutters, sighing happily.
"Tired." I say, as I pick up my sandwich and take a big bite.
"So, I heard." Jane replies.
Though I'm not sure who she's talking to.
"Leave her alone, Jane." Dax says, drinking from his can of Coke.
"Oh, sourpuss." She complains, officially letting the conversation die.
We all ate quietly after that.
After we finished eating my sister and my sister in laws shooed me away, later dragging the playpen into the den.
"I think Mary wants to keep Pinky. " Micah says, showing me a picture of her cuddling with my baby.
"Buy her one." I say, laughing at his face.
"No, we're both away from home most of the time, when do you suppose she'll be able to take care of it?" He asks.
"Well, get it, and leave it here. I can afford it, and Pinky gets a little playmate." I suggest.
"I'll think about it. Let me talk to Mary first. " he says.
"Alright." I say, shrugging carelessly as I rubbed Roofy's sleeping form along with Clementine.
"If you don't want one get me a teacup Maltese." I say, smirking.