A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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Emmett was sitting in the living room, watching his brothers compete with one another, in a COD match. His mind had been on other things, ever since his sister got her vision, and he had become easy at beating in the game. Carlisle was treating her, but it was unsure what for, from her vision. He knew she would be about eighteen now, since he had been a couple of years older than her, the first time she time-traveled to him. He just couldn't figure out why his father would need to treat her, especially from his own personal office. He hoped that she wasn't sick.
What if she got sick, after returning to her time, and it was all his fault?
"Emmett," Carlisle pulled his youngest son from thought as he entered the family room, and sat beside him, "I have a meeting with a new patient tomorrow morning, but I just remembered about a board meet I had at 8:00 a.m. Do you think you could keep her company until I return home?"
He may not have been the newest part of the family, but he was younger than Jasper, and Edward, age-wise. So he got used to being introduced as the youngest. The story was that he had started home school, while his siblings attended High School.
"Okay," He answered, as he stood to his feet, and headed to his room, "I am going to hunt." Just like that he was out the window, and out of sight.
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Hermione couldn't stop turning in bed, while her mind kept thinking about her appointment, and how the doctor was going to take all the information. How exactly do you tell your doctor that you met the dad in the nineteen-thirties through time travel? She barely believed it herself, and it was her own life. She placed a hand on her stomach, "I wish I could have gotten back to your father, then maybe we could have both raised you. Then again I couldn't do that to your uncle, Charlie."
She was staying in her cousin's childhood room, which her uncle had redone for her before she arrived. He had painted the walls a light green, which had been her favorite color, and even had made a small baby corner, where there was a wooden crib and a rocking chair. She smiled as she thought about how sweet her uncle was, and couldn't understand why her own cousin didn't even try to spend time with him. Didn't Bella, even know how lucky her cousin was to have her father still, unlike her own child whose father never even knew about her, or her own father who was buried in England.
"I promise you little one, that I will be the best parent I could be, and will make up for your lack of a father," She just allowed the tears to fall freely, as she rubbed her stomach, "I know your father would had loved you, to the moon and back."
"You alright sweetheart?" Her uncle asked as he leaned in the open doorway, "Heard you crying."
She smiled at her uncle, who was the kindest man she knew, "I am just having trouble sleeping." She turned to her side, trying to get more comfortable. "I never thought I would be having a child at eighteen, and raising them alone."
Her uncle quickly knelt down beside her, and took a hold of her hand, "You are not alone, you have me."
She smiled as she closed her eyes, "Thank you, Uncle Charlie," she eventually fell to sleep.
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The Next Morning
"You should wear your green sweater," Alice suggested, as she watched her brother get ready to put on his shirt, before she left for school, "You look nice in green."
"I agree," Rosalie agreed, standing beside her sister, looking at her brother. "
Alice had told him about his lover moving to the small town, but she wouldn't share anymore, telling him that it was a little fussy when trying to focus on her. All she was able to see was Charlie who was seen through their father's mind, with a young woman he called Hermione, but couldn't see the woman clearly. For some reason, Charlie and Hermione appeared fuzzy. The only reason she knew it was the Chief was Carlisle was speaking to the chief.
"Fine then," Emmett rolled his eyes, as he put on the sweater his sisters suggested before the two women left to join their mates at the car. He slowly walked down the steps, smiling as his mother placed a tray of pastries, and a pitcher of fresh-squeezed orange juice, "Morning mom. Sometimes I wish I could still enjoy sweets."
Esme smiled, as she wrapped her arm around her youngest waist, and stared at her own display, "I agree. I use to love blueberry muffins."
"And chocolate cake," Added the large vampire, he kissed his mother's cheek, "So who is this for?"
"The young mother-to-be, thought she might want something to eat, while she waited for Carlisle. Make sure she helps herself," The motherly vampire kissed his cheek, before grabbing her purse, and hurrying out the door.
"I will," Assured the remaining vampire, before taking a seat on the sofa. He allowed his thoughts to wander to the woman he loved and wondered if she would have stayed if he tried harder. Then he thought about Chief Swan's niece,being his own Mimi. That meant she survived her own war.
He was so deep in thought, that he actually didn't hear anyone knock on the door, or know anyone was in the room until he heard a familiar voice.
"Excuse me, is anyone home?" Came a familiar English accent, "I knocked, but-" She froze in her spot when a familiar large man came into the entry room.
Then she fainted.
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To be continued...