A/N - I'm not going to apologize over how fast paced this has gone, I did warn you, but truthfully both me and Bella are uncomfortable with the subject of Cheating, and we both want the truth revealed ASAP, so her and Emmett can actually have a life outside of Edward and Rosalie. So if you came here hoping for 30 chapters of Secret Sex, this isn't it, although there may be loads of other stories in the future :)
However, it won't end with the showdown, and I've still got a few loose strings that I want to tie up. Just a warning, all Jacob Black haters are not welcome here, I'm not a fan of Bella/Jacob, but I do like the idea of the pack being supporters of Bella/Emmett, so you might see a Brother/Sister Relationship between J and B in later Chapters, but you also may not, IDK! I have loads of ideas of what I want Bella and Emmett to do, when they no longer have to hide. I'm sorry with the lack of connection between each chapter, but as I told you, these are a series of one-shots *shrugs* meaning they can all be read individually. Love all of you guys, but just saying, this chapter may not be smutty, but no worries, Emmett can only hold off for so long :)

She could feel guilt and fear creeping into her stomach, a sickening twist of her gut which tied her in place. In the face of her present situation, the corner she was being pushed into, breathing had become a difficult task. The steady 'creak' and 'groan' of the rocking chair was the only sound that filled the room small box room, and the distance between them was the only thing that made the situation safe, comfortable., she eyes the gap between the chair and her desk, her book pressed close against her lap nervously.

It was the day after hers and Emmett's... Evening, the day after her revelation of where her future was intended, she didn't want to build expectation, but she was serious about this. It was also the day she had decided to purchase a whole new bedding set. But she had still yet to tell Edward the truth, he seemed dangerous, she didn't know him any

more, he wasn't soft and forgiving and after everything she suddenly felt terribly unsure. Some may call it doubt, cold feet, but it wasn't. She was scared. It wasn't fear of what she would lose, it was fear of the repercussions, the consequences, the fear of what would happen to Emmett.

She had seen them fight before, she knew the chances of Emmett winning were not as high as she hoped. He may be strong, but he had one disadvantage which may end in his downfall. He didn't possess Edward's gifts, and from history; she knew it would be his downfall, the one hurdle he wouldn't be able to jump. Every swing Emmett would throw, Edward would dodge, she had seen it countless times before. Bella's chest twisted at the thought of losing him for her own selfishness, a tightening in her throat, a nervous tickle in her stomach which seemed to tie her down, she couldn't risk it.

Her thoughts were silenced as the creaking stopped and Edward stood from his seat, his hand reaching up to push back his thick mop of hair, a blank look on his perfect, sharp features.

"So what do you want to do today Bella?" As she glanced up from her book, she noticed his face morph from something dark, irritation, to the usual warmth that he wore in her presence, a mask. She knew what he wanted, she knew that he wouldn't be happy unless her plans revolved around him. But she did have plans, and she knew the answer he would give before she asked.

"Actually, I was planning on visiting Jacob today..." It came out more like a question, and she wanted to slap herself for the lack of confidence, her tone had already given him the option to decline, he would take advantage of her insecurity, beat her confidence till she couldn't fight him any more. She could see his eyes darken, a frown curling his face into something bitter and distasteful.

"No, absolutely not Bella, I refuse to allow that." He said firmly, standing straight, crossing his arms and staring at a spot above her head, his lips turned down in a grimace. She sputtered, her eyes widening as she laughed away her growing anger, knowing that violence or even throwing her book at him would serve no purpose other than damage a perfectly valuable novel. She wanted to slap that look of his face, but the prospect of touching him put her off, because touching him would only hurt herself and open a chance for him to touch her back.

"You refuse to allow me?" She said amused, her book falling to the ground with a dull 'Thump' as she stood from her seat. "Who do you think you are? My father?" She spat, glaring heatedly, her anger boiling when he remained calm. She wished he would fucking react, but he never showed his so called feelings, he never showed anything to her, so damn controlled, so unemotional.

He sighed, shaking his head, as if she were a mere child throwing a pointless tantrum, and he the superior adult, "I'm not arguing this with you Bella, you refuse to think outside your perfect bubble of short-mindedness, you think I'm doing this to be spiteful, but I'm not. I'm sick of explaining my reasons to you, I don't have to repeat my reasons to you. You always want to be with him, you've begun to close your eyes, and you never take into mind my feelings, I'm going home, I'll give you some time to cool down and think clearly, call me once you do and we can do something together."

She watched incredulously as he disappeared, leaving nothing but an empty space in his place, and a slight stirring of her curtains as the wind disturbed their peace. He didn't give her the chance to respond to his selfish jibes. Did he honestly call her selfish, for wanting to see a friend, a friend in pain because of her, her teeth clenched, eyes squinting as frustrated tears began to build in her eyes.

She screamed, thanking God that Charlie wasn't home, the local police department having called him in to serve day-hours on the weekend. Blindly, she picked up her book and thoughtlessly threw it at the window where he had disappeared, her arms folding over her chest in tense pandemonium, waiting for the oncoming shatter as the book impacted the window, wishing it had the strength to shatter marble.

The impact never came, a white hand appearing from air, grabbing the book from it's swift path to destruction, and pulling it down to examine it. His wrist twisting to look at the back and the cover. Her gaze lifted, tears blurring her vision, relief coursed through her pained chest when she saw Emmett standing in her window entrance, clad in sweatpants and a vest top, a smile over his gentle features.

"Emmett..." She choked, standing straight.

He raised the book in question, his brow arched teasingly. "Was it the ending that pissed you off, or the Characters?" Her pained question drifted away as laughter broke from her chest, it was spontaneous and uncontrolled as she allowed her emotions to break free from their dam, tears spilling from her eyes. She circled the bed quickly and rushed forwards, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him, her face buried into his chest. His stomach pulled in, and he returned the touch, humming and looking down at her in confusion and slight concern.

"What's wrong Bells?" He asked, leaning down. She didn't answer, not in the mood to talk, she just wanted him to help clear her head, she didn't know how to explain her frustration without breaking in anger. Reaching up, Her hands threaded through his hair and she pulled herself up, their mouths meshing together, a gasp fell from the gaps they took to breath, one large hand reaching to brush the wet trails from her cheeks. He was taken by surprise, but it lasted but a few small seconds before she felt herself press against the wall, her arms further wrapping around his neck and pressing her body closer. She pressed into the kiss with small nips and small flicks of his tongue against hers. He soon had her breathless, her bad mood dwindling away under her contentment, like a cat being offered a saucer of milk, she purred against him, her limbs boneless and dependent on him to hold her straight.

He pulled back, grinning, his white teeth glowing in the soft light in the room. "That was an awesome way to say hello, and I'm not complaining; but are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He rubbed her waist, standing straight when she released his neck, sighing.

She nodded and grasped his wrist firmer, pulling him to her bed and pushing him down. She sat next to him, and curled against his side, her body curling into the crook of his arm as she rested her head on his chest.

"There. Now I'm comfortable." She said contentedly, smiling at his look of bemusement.

Her smile soon fell away, and she leaned her head against his arm.

"I wanted to see Jacob today..." She muttered, tracing the lines of his stomach, he didn't answer, and when she glanced up at his face, she didn't see anger. "Edward forbid me." She spat angrily, her teeth grinding, her nails dragging unconsciously against his marble skin. "As if he has the right to cage me, I really miss Jake, its been so long since I've seen him, and it's like having your brother torn away from you" Emmett smiled, leaning back on his arm, staring up at the ceiling.

"Okay, why do you want to see Jacob, you know he has feelings for you, wouldn't it be best to leave him to move on..."

She shook her head and sat up, leaning down so her hair dragged against his chest, her face staring down at him.

"No Emmett, it's not that simple. I allowed his feelings to get there, I was comforted by them when Edward left. Jacob was my life-line, my affirmation, he was there for me, and although I was confused at first, I understand now that I love him like a brother, I can't lose him, and I need to fix the relationships that Edward has made me destroy."

She huffed, crossing her arms and sitting properly. "He's hurting Emmett, like I was, it's not fair of me to abandon him just because I don't return his feelings, I don't want to be like Edward. I need to set things right, explain to him how I feel, I can't leave it like this." She tried to explain, make him understand.

She gasped as something cold pressed against her neck, and turned, surprised to find his nose rubbing against her skin, a soft smile against his mouth. "You don't have to explain yourself Bella, not to me. I understand and I know how much he means to you, you wouldn't make it such an issue if he wasn't important." She nodded, smiling at him.

"I don't understand how Edward's mind works..." She murmured, "It's like he believes I can honestly have the emotional capacity to be in love with more than one person, as if I'm honestly that Emotionally equipped." She shook her head, climbing to her knees and turning to lean over him. "You can never be in love with more than one person, you don't love them properly if you do..." She whispered, and he grinned; staring up at her. "Is that so?" He asked, his sharp teeth flashing brightly at her. She nodded, pouting, "How could I possibly have the patience to love anyone else, when I have you to deal with." She teased, screaming when his hands ran along her sides, tickling her, a growl rolling off his chest playfully.

She jerked, laughing hysterically, not seeing any line of defence. He was relentless, his hands strong and undeniable, but finally she grabbed his face, pressing their mouths together, sighing when his tickles turned into soft touches along her waist, fingers running over her back and hips. Her lips distracting him easily.

Finally She pulled back, sitting down on his stomach, and laughed breathlessly, her bad mood gone, only a distant memory. She gasped when the back of her T-shirt hiked up, a cold finger tracing her spine, sending sharp cold jolts along her skin. It must've been unintentional, because her reaction took him by surprise.

"Emmett!" She shrieked, half gasping, half laughing, "S-Stop it!" She tried to say sternly, grabbing his wrists and keeping them still. He gave in, settling his hands on her waist and smiling. Silence lingered, and she distracted herself by playing with the hemline of his shirt.

"I love You Bells."

She was still breathless from the onslaught of laughter, and her sides throbbed. But the confession took her by surprise nonetheless, and she sat staring at him, not knowing what to say. Her heart beating loudly in her ears, her lungs struggling to provide air. Both happiness and Terror ran through her, and she was ashamed to feel the sting of tears bubbling at the corner of her eyes, she bit her lip.

She had been through this before, was she ready to do it again, give that part of herself to him. But after everything he had done, everything she had already given to him, how could she not love him.

"You're going to get hurt Emmett." She breathed, shaking her head. "I've seen you fight him, you're strong, but you always lose, what-" His hands moved up to encase her wrists, and he pulled her down, shushing her calmly, a grin on his face.

"Just love me Bella, don't worry about anything else." He whispered gently, easing her tremors by wrapping his arms around her body "You underestimate how strong I really am Bella." She shook her head, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him firmly.

"I've seen you fight him Emmett..." She said, her voice going high in panic, "You're the strongest, but you never win." She sounded scared in desperation, her eyes wide, mind spinning with images of Emmett hurt, dead, Emmett in pieces, Emmett gone. She would never touch him again, all this for nothing, just to watch him be torn away from her... Her head began to shake in denial.

Emmett's hands came up to her face, his face twisted into a fierce expression of determination, and he forced her eyes back to him.

"Bells, I don't usually make it a habit to be emotional, I'm not easily able to confess my feelings. So I may not sound reliable when I talk." Her mouth opened, about to correct his words, but he carried on.

"I know my family don't take me seriously, and I'm childish in their eyes, I'm eager to fight and less eager to think things through. I punch before talking, and I'm the only member of my family who hasn't dedicated his eternity to building a large range of diploma's and University certificate's. When Carlisle changed me, I was convinced that I had nothing to look forward to, everyone including myself expected me to end up with Rose, and even I believe she was the one for me, but we're not compatible, I don't want to be ordered around and ignored."

She was silent, realizing how difficult this must be for him, to let go of all his frustrations on someone who would actually listen.

"But then you came, with your damn shitty truck, and you're horrible tendency to trip over nothing and I fell for you. But you were taken with Edward, and there was nothing I could do, it was too late for me to find someone else."

The tone in his voice broke, and she knew it was impossible for vampires to cry, but from the watery reflection of his eyes, the emotion he was reflecting, her heart ached. She had never had someone cry like this, for her, she never imagined she would see Emmett of all people cry.

"I love you Bells, I have since the day you played baseball with us, before that I was curious over you, but it was easy to ignore. But then you came that day, and you were so natural and you loved yourself, you fit my character perfectly. You love my pranks and antics and you take me seriously. I thought you were perfect, even though Edward thought you looked too tired that day, your hair all messy and dark rings beneath your eyes, and Rosalie hated your clothing choices, I thought you were perfect, because you were yourself." His fingers rubbed her cheeks softly, while he cradled her face.

"I'll fight Bella, and I'll win. I have something to fight for, I have someone who will be there waiting for me. You've given me a second chance Bella, so don't worry okay, just believe me. Believe in me."

She sat speechless, her eyes watering, small tears dripping down her face as she stared at him. They sat in silence, him staring at her, and her returning the look.

Suddenly the phone rang. The silence shattered by the sound, the irritating drone tearing through the house, getting louder and louder with each ring. But despite that, she couldn't find the urge to break eye contact with him, her heart ties dwindling into small ribbons which clung to him, and she was so scared for repeating this with someone else, risking heartache, but she wanted to keep him, comfort him, give him everything his heart desired, cause' he deserved so much more than just being muscles and humour for the family.

"Did you mean it?" Her voice was soft, but thick with tension, her ochre eyes staring at him, She reached up a hand and rubbed his cheek..
He was silent, his eyes determined, not an ounce of insincerity or hesitance lingered within their depths. The sound of the phone kept going, but it was little more than background noise.

She leaned closer, desperate, her eyes seeking for an ounce of insincerity, tears beading in the corner of her eyes. Despite her growing fear for the inescapable confrontation, his words seemed to tear apart every doubt. And for the first time, she felt trust. She trusted him, there was no more doubt that he was telling the truth.

"Please Emmett!" She begged, for what she didn't know, but whatever it was he seemed to understand. Because he smiled, closing the distance, her hands gripping tightly to his shirt and neck, breath stuttering. His lips slid over hers, confident and sure of their intention,she didn't have to worry, she could let herself go, a small sob broke from her lips, and he swallowed it, letting her cry as he kissed her.

Finally the noise brought them back, an insistent scream which refused to surrender to their disinterest, with a frustrated sigh Emmett reached from beneath her and grabbed his cell, flicking it open. The name flashed against the screen urgently.
'Alice'

"What?!" He snapped, staring at the side as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line, his brow furrowing. Bella could hear shouting on the other end, and a panicked voice, but it was too dull to be recognized as words. Her gut twisted in worry as she saw his anger dissipated, his expression turning from irritation to realization, and the care-free Emmett was suddenly lost in the expression of both anticipation and dark-anger, and the look sent a sickening sense of expectation into Bella's mind.

The phone shut, and his amber eyes turned to hers, his lips open but no sound coming out, and she bit her lip worriedly, her mind already knowing what had happened, but her heart trying to deny it as true.

"What is it?" She asked quietly, and his sat up, shifting her onto his lap, but still keeping her close against his chest while he looked down at her. Her hands clutched his shirt, and her dark eyes stared up at him.

"We need to go to my house..." He breathed, and her brow furrowed in bemusement, not understanding, but his tone dripped with an underdone of excitement, like a wrestler approaching the ring.

"Why?" He sucked in a breath, his eyes flickering over her face, as if unsure whether to say or not.

"They know Bella... Edwards waiting for me...He Wants to fight."