No intended copyright infringement. It belongs to Stephanie Meyers. I do however own an Edward doll.

Sorry I have not updated sooner. This has not been beta'ed so if you find mistakes please try to ignore them as I am far from perfect.

Enjoy!

From: E. A. Cullen

Date: March 3, 2012

Subject: Hello!

To:

Emmett,

I am so excited to have the chance to work with you. My son has told me so much about you and I can't wait until we meet in person. I have a feeling we are going to have so much fun with this project.

Edward has gone over all the blueprints and time lines with me so I am ready to go. I have a lot of great ideas for his home, as you know I would do anything to make this move and their transition a smooth one.

Thank you so much for helping him out. I am sure this relocation to Forks will be what they all need.

If you need anything please call me anytime at 360-555-1921.

All my best,

Esme

My heart was wildly thumping inside my chest. It was not exactly what I was expecting when I opened the email, but while reading it bile rose to the back of my throat. Quickly trying to contain the urge to vomit I looked for my bottle of water.

Edward has a family? He is moving to Forks? Emmett is helping him out?

These thoughts move through my head, my hand shakes as it sits on top of the mouse. The black arrow jumping on the screen.

Closing out the tab I grabbed the bottle that was hidden behind a stack of folders. It quenches my thirst and possibly calms the storm that is beginning to build inside of me.

Throughout the afternoon I answer the phone and emails, send out invoices, and pay the few bills that are due. Five o'clock comes quickly since I was busy. Most of the day I was able to put him from my mind and distract myself with the menial tasks I am asked to do.

Emmett was in and out all day. Spending most of his time in the warehouse making sure the deliveries were correct and then going to the few sites to check up on the progress made. He amazes me all the time.

He arrives at work around 6 am every day except Sundays, when he actually takes a day off, and never leaves before 5 pm. He manages his time between multiple projects, makes sure his employees are productive and happy, and then he goes home to Rosalie.

I smile thinking about Rosalie.

There were not enough words to accurately describe her. She is beautiful. Tall, slender with curves where they should be, and beautiful long hair. Always dressed fashionably and never made you feel awkward because you had no idea what the latest fashion was. That was just the outside.

She was beyond beautiful on the inside. Rosalie is kind, generous, and loving. She has a way with words. Spoken and written. Every year on my birthday she would give me a handmade card with words she written herself. There has not been a year that she has not reduced me to tears with her prose.

She is not entirely perfect though, she swears like a trucker and her cooking skills were awful, but those things did not matter because she was Rose.

Working from home, Rose was a blogger. She spent her days writing advice columns that made her dual degree in Psychology and Social Work pay off. It was ideal since Emmett spent so much time at the office and on the job sites. When she wasn't working she also volunteered at the local hospital as a patient liaison, helping families facing unfortunate circumstances.

Emmett and Rosalie were the perfect couple. Nobody could ignore how they complimented each other so well. Where he was big, she was small. He was loud, she was quiet and the list continues.

When my life became a mess after losing my baby, it was Rose who helped me come to terms with the loss. She too experienced a similar situation although her situation happened while she was in college. Everyone was supportive of me during the aftermath, but Rose just understood that there were no words, actions, gifts that would ever lessen the pain.

As I finish closing the office, I am startled when the door slams shut.

"Bella, do you have a minute?" the voice broke through the quiet. I peeked my head out of the doorway and saw Garrett. He was as tall as Emmett, but much leaner. Handsome was a good word to describe his looks. He was rugged, rough, and often unshaven. His hair poked out from under his beanie and his hands were in the kangaroo pocket of his navy Carhartt hoodie. The denim he wore was covered in plaster and other various stains. It was obvious he was done for the day because his work boots were untied and loose around his ankles most likely letting his tired feet breathe.

"Hey Garrett. Yeah I do. What can I do for you?" I asked as he walked over toward my desk.

A mischievous smirk filled his face as he processed my question. He was a flirt and I enjoyed the banter we had. Never inappropriate, but sometimes I wondered if he was serious or just joking because it felt weird sometimes.

"Marry me?" he asked as he fiddled with a snow globe on the edge of my desk his eyes were cast down. He peeked from under his lashes to see my reaction. His eyes were so blue, they reminded me of the waters at First Beach. With reddened cheeks he stood there looking at me.

"You know as much as I would love to be your wife I have to decline. Emmett would never allow me to marry one of his men, ya' know," I replied with as much confidence as I could seeing that Emmett never had rules about co-workers dating. I was the only girl around the office besides the occasional visit from Rose.

"He would probably save on health benefits and then spend that money on new equipment. You know as well as I do that Emmett loves to find ways to cut cost," Garrett said as he inched closer to where I was standing.

"Hmmm...I think you might be right," I laughed and he joined me.

"Really, what can I help you with besides the marrying?" I asked.

It was a strange feeling because under any other circumstances I would shy away from any talk of marriage, family, and anything really. Those things reminded me someone and right now just the thought of him being somewhere in the general vicinity of my hometown left me on edge and mad as hell.

"There was a problem today on one of the sites with an initial inspection. The customer was a complete douche bag so I wanted to give the boss a heads up. I am sure he will be down here first thing in the morning. I tried to explain to him that these things happen and it was not a big deal, but he was not having any of it."

Garrett pulled a sheet of paper from his back pocket and unfolded it as he set it on the desk. It was the framing inspection checklist. I read through the print noting that there were no major issues, a few of the pre-fabricated trusses had been damaged by the rain and needed to be replaced. The inspector also noted a issue with drainage around the foundation.

I scanned over the paper to see which job site this was, but there were no names. Just an address, Bear Creek Road.

"Garrett, what job is this for?" I asked.

"It's for the new home construction over in Anton Creek Estates. I am telling you that this job is going to be a big pain in our asses. This guy was at the site all day walking around driving us nuts. Pulled in first thing this morning with his new Volvo or something with his cell phone hanging off his ear. Spent most of the day yelling into it."

Garrett was not one to usually complain about anything so I am sure this guy was as bad as he explained.

"Do you know his name?" I asked wondering if there was something I could do before the shit storm hit Emmett first thing in the morning.

"Uh..ummm...he didn't give us a first name although I heard one of the guys call him by his last name. It was different...Carlson..no that was not it. Cullen, yeah he called him Cullen," Garrett remembered.

I picked up the phone on the desk and hit the first pre-programmed number. As soon as the phone picked up on the other end I yelled.

"Emmett, I swear to god, if you are building for Edward Cullen I am so going to fucking kill you!"