I find myself outside soaking up the sunlight, smiling at its familiar warmth. When I look over to my right, I see Emmett standing beside me. Heart-melting grin plastered on his face. I return his smile, seemingly forgetting that I was ever upset with him. I close my eyes inhaling the rich wilderness scents, grateful for a breath of freshness. I open my eyes and glance towards the left and there's Edward, also smiling. He pulls me in for a kiss. I relish the happy vibes surrounding me and turn towards Emmett, leaning in to kiss him. All of us still, ecstatic, blissful. Both of them kiss down either side of my neck. I lay my head back, without a care in the world before hearing a loud crash.

I jump from the sudden noise, and quickly look around. Its dark, I realize I'm sitting up in bed, panting harder than a dog in the summer heat. Dream. Just a dream. I sigh holding my head in my hands. That would NOT be okay in reality.

Edward walks out of the bathroom, "you okay? You seem startled."

I brush hair out of my face, dropping my hands, "yea, what was that noise?" I shrug, "just scared me awake I guess."

Edward sighs softly, "yes, that was Emmett. Probably upset that he came back and overheard us last night and Rosalie isn't here," he smirks.

I furrow my brows, looking around, squinting as he opens the blinds. I hold a hand up, to shield my face, suddenly aware of many minor body aches.

"What happened...Did we...?" I examine myself, I appear to be fine besides feeling like I got hit by a bus.

He tilts his head, "after your consistent begging, you don't remember?"

He fakes a frown, "I'm a bit disappointed, but. I suppose it was the wine's fault."

He reaches out touching my face, I sigh at the momentary relief of his cool hands on my skin. "Sore? I'll go grab you something for that."

He steps back and I slide off the bed, "No. No. I can get it. Plus I heard the shower running, go back to that... I'll go have breakfast."

He laughs, "it's lunch time now."

I look over at the clock. 12:15 what on earth happened? I tread lightly down the hall to the stairs, making my way to the kitchen.

I grab a bowl from the cabinet, along with a coffee mug, reaching for a spoon in the drawer. I grab the closest box of cereal and pour a bowl full. Walking over to the sink to fill the coffee pot with water, I yawn. I needed to know what happened, what did Emmett come back and hear? I drag my feet to the refrigerator, grabbing the milk and sit at the table. I fill the bowl. As I begin to eat, the crunching noise makes my head throb with each bite. I stand, searching for some aspirin. Alice never forgets my human needs, I thought to myself. I wonder if she saw anything that has happened between Emmett and I? Surely she would have told Edward.

Grabbing the aspirin bottle from one of the drawers, I pop two into my mouth, swallowing them down with some orange juice straight from the jug. As I set the jug back down and close the fridge door, I notice one of the vases in the living room knocked over, shattered, on the floor. Must be the noise from earlier. I walk towards it and reach down to start picking it up, the sore spots flare up trough my body.

"Don't. I'll do that, it's my mess anyways," Emmett's voice calls out.

I jump up, upon hearing him, "Jesus Emmett, you scared me."

He snorts, "well excuse me, Bella."

I raise a brow, "your mess, huh? What happened?"

He gives me a cold stare, "is that a rhetorical question?"

I stare at the floor, loosely crossing my arms, "No, I have no idea what happened last night."

He rolls his eyes, obviously not believing me, "you had the time of your life, sounded like."

I frown, a sudden pain in my heart, "I'm sorry Em, I was drinking wine with Edward and I..."

He shakes his head, "save it, I don't need a play by play."

I swallow, trying to rid the lump in my throat, letting my temper take over, "what do you care anyways? You just ran off like nothing ever happened."

I walk back in to the kitchen, emptying my bowl, suddenly not hungry.

"I did that for you Bella, can't you see? But no, You run right back to Edward when you don't get your way, don't you?"

I stand at the sink, clenching my hands into a fist, fuming at his words. Emmett walks in and cups my face into his hands.

"I couldn't be around you a second longer, hearing your heart racing, your blood pumping," he traces a fingertip along my neck. "Edward is better at control than me," he glances me over once, "he didn't even hurt you this time."

The pained look on his face nearly brings me to tears, "I should have never put you in this predicament. I can't watch you with him any more Bella, I can't hear it, because I can't bear to."

My expression drops as I try to find something, anything to say, as I watch him walk out the door.