Chapter 14 - Aftermath
POV: Emmett / Rosalie
Lemons: Could Be
POV: Emmett


Rosalie was straddling my hips while her head lay against my chest. Her body's limp from the orgasm she just had. I knew that she would be drained and maybe numb. The venom from my fangs, along with in my blood, was changing her this very moment.

I'm not sure if the venom would burn in her veins the way it did mine. To be honest, I'm not sure exactly what happens with a blood-bond. Will she be in pain? How long will it take to complete? What senses will she get?

Wrapping my arms around her, I stand up to head inside. Rosalie's arms move up to lock around my neck, her legs doing the same around my waist. I smile as she nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck.

I love this girl, with every fiber of my body.

Never in a million years did I think that I would find someone to love. Someone that I would marry. I mean, I did go a hundred or so years looking. Wishing. Praying.

Every morning I would wake up and feel like shit. I wanted someone in my life that would liven me up. Someone that would make a smile stay planted on my face, instead of frowning and feeling miserable.

I'm glad I went to Alice and Edward's house that day. I'm glad I pulled my car into the open spot in the garage. I'm also glad that I didn't insult Rosalie in any way when we were talking that weekend.

If I had never done those things, I more than likely never would have been able to talk to Rosalie. Meaning, one on one. Especially since she was dating that jackass, Royce.

I'm sorry that Ro had to find out about the stupid shit he was doing to her behind her back. She was so torn up over it. But, I helped her take her mind off it. Helped her move on. Helped her heal a broken heart.

Everything changed that weekend and for the better. For both of us.

I love the faces she makes. Whether it be when she's mad, excited, surprised or unsure of something. I love the way her body fits perfectly against mine. The list goes on and on and I know it will continue to grow in the years to come.

I walk through the covered sitting area outside and through the double doors into the master bedroom.

Rosalie untangles herself from me as I lay her down under the white comforter. Pulling the comforter up over herself, I start to feel the pain she's enduring. Well, me starting to feel her pain means the bond is being established between us.

"Babe," I could hear the pain in her voice as she speaks.

Sitting down on her side of the bed, I turn to face her. "What is it, baby?"

"Lay with me?"

I do. Laying down under the covers with her, she turns to lay on her left side. Sliding my hand up her right thigh to her hip, my fingers lightly dig into her flesh, then pull her back towards my chest.

Rosalie grabs my hand with her right and pulls my arm. I let her guide my hand down over her stomach, then up towards her breast. Lacing her fingers with mine, our hands lay against her left rib cage.

Leaning over, I place a kiss on her bare shoulder. "Love you." Then I was out like a light.


POV: Rosalie


The last thing I remember was Emmett laying me down under the covers. My body had felt numb and tingly. But, at the same time, it kinda felt like fire running through my veins. A burning sensation started in the center of my chest and radiated outwards.

This morning though, I feel fine. My hearing is magnified. Which was cool all on its own. My body didn't ache at all. Blinking my eyes a few times, everything seemed clearer. Sharper.

I looked over my shoulder at Emmett. He was still asleep and looked too peaceful to wake. Easing out of his grasp, I stand up. And a little too quickly from what I used to, so that means I got some vampire speed. Smiling to myself, I make my way over to the bathroom and grab my robe that Emmett must've hung up. Tying it around my naked body, I brush my teeth then make my way to the kitchen.

What to make? Pancakes, eggs, and bacon sound good. Yup. That's what it will be.

Pulling everything out, I try not to make too much noise. Considering I didn't hear Emmett get up until I was finishing up the eggs, I did pretty well.

Putting the eggs onto our plates, I then felt Emmett's hands wrapping around me. I could hear him coming but stood my ground. Playing it like things were before we did this blood-bond.

Resting his chin on my shoulder, he pulled me back against his chest. "Morning, wifey."

I couldn't help but laugh a little, "morning, hubby."

"How ya feeling?"

"Great," I state turning around in his arms. "That blood-bond drained me. You didn't tell me that it was going to feel like I was on fire though," I said resting my forearms on his shoulders and link my hands together behind his head.

His facial expression falls. Did he not know? Only one way to find out.

Raising an eyebrow I look at him. "You didn't know it was going to do that, did you?"

Shaking his head side to side, Emmett then looks at me. "I'm sorry, baby. I really didn't know it was going to do that. If I had, I would have warned you."

Leaning up and pulling his head down towards me, I give his lips a peck. "It's alright, baby. I'm fine now. It's over."

"You sure?" I nod my head. "What senses did you get?"

"Hearing, speed, and sight. That's the only ones I know of."

"Remember what I said about not hurting? That when we have sex I wouldn't have to be careful with you." His eyes darken to the endless black I had seen before so many times.

A smile comes to my face. "Take me to bed, Em."

Pulling the tie on my robe, I drop my arms from his neck and shrug out of it. The silky smooth material falling to a heap around my feet. With a firm grip on my ass, Emmett lifts me up quickly, making me giggle as I lock my legs around his waist.

Needless to say, my husband was right. We may or may not have broken one of the lounge chairs out by the pool in the process of finding out.

Later that night, after a few hours of sea and beach fun, Emmett had me get ready to go out.

"Where are we going so I know what to wear," I say walking to the closet to see what I have to pick from.

"Out to dinner and if you want to we can go to a club," Emmett says from laying on the bed.

Pulling out two dresses, I turn around and look at him. In my right hand is a black tube dress with diagonal layers from top to bottom. In my left hand is one shoulder, drape sleeve dress in fuchsia. On the left shoulder, there is a piece of sheer fabric that drapes down across the chest and around the back. There is a row of rhinestones across the left shoulder connecting the fabric back to the shoulder.

I look at Emmett with both hands resting behind his head. "You pick. Cause I like both."

"The pink is hot. But, you look good in black, too. Which one is longer?"

Raising an eyebrow I look at him. "Why does that matter?"

"Because I don't want any guys looking at your ass," he growls in response. I love when he gets territorial with me.

"Well," I start while setting the dresses on the end of the bed, then move to straddle him. "They both are about the same length. Which means my ass is more than likely going to be hanging out."

Leaning down I place a kiss to his lips. "But, I like when you claim me as yours in public. I think it's hot."

Sliding his hands up my bare thighs, Emmett squeezes my flesh. "Oh really?" All I do is nod my head in response. "So you wouldn't mind if I grabbed your ass while we were out?"

"Nope. It kinda turns me on."

"Oh, I'm liking this new information you're giving me. I'll remember that for later tonight."


The rest of our honeymoon consisted of swimming, clubbing, going out to eat, hiking, along with a ton of other things. All in all, we had a blast. That is until it got to the last week of our little getaway.

"Emmett!" I yelled from the bathroom floor.

"Yeah, babe," he says walking by the cracked bathroom door.

I couldn't say anything for the simple fact that I started to puke my guts up again. There was no fever or weird rash, so I'm not sure what is wrong. Emmett was beside me holding my hair up for the next round that hit me.

"Babe, I think I know what's wrong." His voice was calm as he spoke.

Flushing the toilet, I then lean back against the cool wall. "Alright, what's wrong with me. If I don't have a bug then," I trail off then it hits me. Morning sickness, which means, "you think I'm pregnant."

"Only one way to be sure. Should I go," Emmett doesn't have time to finish, only because I cut him off.

"Go. Now," I all but growled at him as I point towards the door.

At lightning speed, Emmett's out the door and in the car leaving.

I swear to God, I'm not ready for this. Rubbing my stomach I have a feeling deep down in my core that Emmett knocked me up.


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