Chapter eleven, the day with the boys part one.
Emmett's point of view.
I could hear Bella's giggling from inside the kitchen. We were playing hide and seek. Kids loved that game. I was the seeker. Truthfully, I would be able to find her in a second, even if she wasnt making any noise, but this was way more fun. The little tyke was just too cute.
I walked into the kitchen, purposely making my footsteps loud. Her muffled giggled got louder, and came from inside the right cupboard.
"Bella, where are you?" I called out, earning louder giggles from the tiny human. I could hear the quiet chuckles from Edward and Jasper upstairs, they were enjoying this just as much as I was.
The sound of a cupboard opening behind me made me grin, it was then followed by bella's heavy breathing and her clumsy footsteps running out of the room. I chuckled quietly, hearing her frantically running for a hiding spot. Then there was a light smack, followed by the weeping of a human child. Crap.
I ran towards the hallway, where Edward and Jasper already were. Bella looked down at her knee, crying. Her knee was bloody, and the smell burned my throat. We had only hunted last weekend, but this was bad.
Edward grabbed Bella and ran into another room. At the same second, I had grabbed Jasper and ran him outside. He growled, but didn't struggle.
"I wouldn't have hurt her." He snarled at me when we got outside.
"No, you wouldn't want to." I corrected. He sighed, nodding his head, knowing I was right.
"Just wait until Bella is cleared up by Carlisle and then we can go back. How about we go for a quick hunt?"
Bella's point of view.
I whimpered as I buried my face in Edward's neck, not wanting to look at the red stuff coming out of my knee. It made me feel unwell when I did. Edward shushed me, running me upstairs as quick as a flash to Carlisle. He opened the door and brought me inside. Carlisle put down the phone he was holding and came over to me.
"What happened?" He asked, taking me from Edward and sitting me on the edge of his desk.
"She tripped and cut her knee." Edward explained, sitting next to me. He rubbed my back with his cool hand, trying to soothe me. Carlisle grabbed a box from a drawer in the desk, and opened it. I tried to look inside but it was blocked by the lid. He closed it again and put it back in its home, before turning back to me holding a plaster, some spray, and some cotton balls.
He kneeled down in front of me, facing my knee. He sprayed something into a cotton ball, and hovered it over my knee.
"Okay Bella, this might sting a little." He said, before placing it on my knee. I flinched, closing my eyes. Edward continued to rub my back, telling me how I was such a brave girl. When I opened my eyes again, Carlisle had peeled the back off the princess plaster and put it on my knee.
"There," he said, patting my other knee gently. "All better." Carlisle stood up and lifted me up, holding me still. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I rested my hand in his shoulder.
"Thank you, daddy." I mumbled, before closing my eyes.
Jasper's point of view.
I could feel an overwhelming sense of joy when we came back towards the house. We had gone for a quick hunt to get my thirst under control, and I did feel better. Emmett bounded up the steps and swung the doors open carelessly, jogging inside.
"Where's the little squirt gone?" He asked, looking around.
"Upstairs, asleep. Quiet, Emmett." Carlisle appeared at the bottom of the stairs, and I could tell the joy was coming from him.
"What's up, dad?" I asked, going over to him.
"Bella...Bella called me 'daddy'" he said, grinning. Emmett grinned widely and clapped him on the back.
"Hey, that's great, dad." He said, before running to the living room and going on his console immediately. I was about to say something to him, when I felt an overwhelming sense of fear consume me. I closed my eyes, my hands going into fists.
"What the hell is that?" I asked, not knowing.
"What's what?" Asked Emmett, not really paying attention.
"Are you alright, son?" Asked Carlisle, placing his hand gently on my shoulder.
This emotion was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was so strong, stronger than any newborns I had trained. I looked to the ceiling and cursed immediately. It was coming from bella's room.
Chapter eleven done. I know, I know, I'm extremely late, and I'm sorry. I wanted to update but I didn't have the time. I apologise. I just wanted to say, though, thank you for all of the support on my story. So many of you liked it and that makes me feel so good as a writer. So, what did you think? What is up with Jasper? Who do those emotions belong to? Is Bella going to be okay? I hope to go back to updating normally, but I'm sorry if that doesn't happen. Thank you for reading.
-Bambie.