AN: Wow, I got a lot of reviews for the last chapter. THANKS A TON! Here's the next requested POV!
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Emmett POV
"But, Rose!"
"No more whining!" Rose scolded, pointing her finger at me. "Be a big boy."
I groaned but complied, walking behind her desolately.
"Huh," Rose murmured, "that's weird. Alice and Renesmee's scent leads to the door."
"Huh…doors…" I mumbled, trying to figure out why the concept seemed so familiar.
"Yeah, Emmett, doors," Rose said, not really paying attention to me as she strode into the parking lot. Edward's car and Rosalie's car were still in the parking lot, but Alice's wasn't.
Rosalie seemed to think for a moment before grumbling, "Oh come on. You've got to be kidding me."
"Doors," I interrupted, still hung up on why the heck I couldn't get doors out of my thoughts. There was something about their shiny surface and metal hinges that had my mind stuck on them.
"Who cares about doors?" Rosalie exclaimed. "Renesmee hasn't even been here for who knows how long. And neither is Alice!"
"That's it!" I shouted, finally realizing why doors seemed so interesting to my brain.
"What?" Rosalie snapped, her hands on her hips.
"I'm married to a door!"
"WHAT?"