N/A: That's right my beloved readers! I promised a chapter, here it is. Also I have news, I have officially joined twitter just so I can follow the KLutzDay page, that's how much I love him. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed those bids I showed, the certainly put a smile on my face. Someone has apparently made a video for this story on YouTube, so if I find it, I'll be sure to post the link!

Anyway, I won't keep you waiting, enjoy some more delicious Emmett and Bella, written from me to you mwa mwa!

Her clothes were rumpled lying scattered across the bathroom floor, the heady beating of water against tile filled the steamed room. She felt dirty and unbearably tired after such a long day. She leaned against the wall sighing, her eyes flickering up at the ceiling, squinting as water hit her face, the warmth refreshing after yet another icy day in forks.

She had phoned Charlie to let him know she was staying at the Cullen's for the weekend, he had happily agreed... In fact, ever since telling him that she had left Edward, he had happily agreed to everything. She had been so convinced he would be against Emmett, but as soon as Charlie had gotten ten minutes alone with him, they had come back best of friends, she was still suspiciously curious as to what gift Emmett possessed that he could gain such a reaction from her father. But then again, Alice had gained the same attitude, maybe it was just the whole 'not Edward' Thing that made him happy. It might've also helped that they hadn't given away their intimacy, Charlie was still blissfully unaware of what his daughter did when alone with her boyfriend, still saw her as sweet little virgin Bella, a quirk in her lip gave away her smirk as she turned to the mirror.

It had been just over a month since the big confrontation, three weeks since Edward had returned, and two and a half weeks since Rosalie's body had reattached and she had woken up. They had both been tense events, Edwards arrival marking the start of what would forever be the most awkward moment in her life. She had told Emmett that intimacy should be kept strictly to the bedroom, the last thigh she wanted was for one of the Cullen's to stumble upon them. Emmett of course decided that he would set public sex as a goal, or semi-public sex, if that's even a thing...

He had stated that exploration was the healthiest and easiest way to maintain trust within the relationship, if they couldn't discuss and explore the darkest parts in the mind, then what could they explore. She had saw the logic, didn't change the fact that the plan had backfired...

It had begun innocently playing a game on one of Emmett's new game-consoles, Carlisle at work, Esme out shopping, Jasper and Alice suspiciously gone with no explanation. Her back against his arm, controller in hand, when something brushed against her thigh, pushing up the light fabric of her tracksuit pants. She froze, her eyes flickering away from the screen, her hand tightening around the controller. His hand moved along her clothes thigh, rubbing circles against the fabric as he climbed up the inside of her leg. His nails dragged lightly over the material, dragging it up, and it caused a shudder to run along her back, her eyes closing as she leaned her body weight against him. Her muscles weakening.

Her nerves were sensitive with anticipation, and as his hand ran along the inside of her thigh, her lips parted, her eyes lowered as she tried to steady her breathing. Her legs consciously pushing further apart as his fingers ran over her centre, the only thing blocking him from her flesh was the pesky material of her trousers. She gasped as he cupped her, his thumb massaging her clit through the material, tortuously, up down up down, the dry friction of her tracksuit causing her to gasp, an ache building from his finger, and running through her. She rocked her hips, unashamedly, bending one knee and place her foot on the couch, the other pushing to the side, as far as it could go. Her hand fisted in his shirt and she swallowed, her head falling against his chest.

"Emmett..." She breathed, swallowing the lump in her throat, a whine trying to escape her lips, but breathing was becoming difficult. This game he was playing, it was driving her insane. The freedom and the risk of being caught was drowning her, the feeling of his fingers against her, so close to being inside, so close.

"Emmett please..." She begged, pressing down against him, and whining when the movement didn't gain the desired effect. He laughed, the sound more a rumble in his chest, and he shifted them so she was between his legs, her back against his chest, one leg hooked over his knee, the other bent and pressed to the back of the couch.

"What do you want Bells?" He murmured in her ear, his hands moving around her, pulling her against his body. She could feel every line of his muscles against her back, the slight twitch and tense of his body as she moved against him. She groaned when his hands ran along her stomach, pulling the hem of her trousers. He slid beneath the material, tickling the surface of her skin with a cold finger. Reaching the hem-line of her panties, his nails dragging it away, she waited in bated breath as his hand brushed the curls over her skin.

The he stopped, halting his movements. She whimpered, eyes opening and she pressed against him, urging him to continue, but a grin curled along his lips. "What do you want Bells?" He urged, his nose rubbing behind her ear. Her skin flushed, and her breath choked out of her lungs. "Mo-more, I need more! Please." She begged quickly, her voice rushed.

She whined, her body going limp when his fingers rubbed her slit, the feeling of his bare hand against her heated flesh felt so forbiddingly perfect, she bucked, whimpering at the feeling, rolling her hips to increase the pressure.

He pressed her down, his finger pushing past the mass of curls, and sliding into her wet heat. Her mouth fell open, at the intrusion, walls clamping down as she felt heat pump through her body. It wasn't nearly big enough, but it was Emmett, and only he could make that feel so agonizingly good.
He pressed in deep, finger curling and catching the layer of skin inside her body, she gasped, head falling back, eyes wide open, she could only focus on the feelings, nothing else mattered. Unconsciously she began to ride against his hand, grinding herself against him, and she panted as his face buried in her neck, his teeth running along her skin.

"Oh..." She breathed, voice broken and high-pitched, as his thumb rubbed her clit, lifting and massaging against it, her body slumped against him, her hand extending and grabbing onto his hair. Her mouth opened, and her body rocked in time with his movements. Her muscles clenched, body tensing as she felt the tightness in her abdomen reach its peak. She was going to break, shatter, her body melting on the spot. She buried her head against his neck, panting and whimpering pitifully as her release struck, her walls clamping down on his fingers, her body jerking and shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy struck. Emmett leaned down, capturing her mouth, and her lips opened, eagerly accepting him. They were both still fully clothed, so it wasn't too traumatic when the door slammed open, and a bronze haired man stood at the entrance, black, anger filled eyes glaring at them. Bella shifted, embarrassed at the prospect of being caught, but did nothing to hide the afterglow as she settled comfortably in Emmett's arms, her limbs a weak mix of sweat and the weak aftershocks of her release shook her body.

Emmett bared his teeth at the intruder, and pulled Bella tight against his chest, his eyes narrowing in expectancy at his brother, daring him to question the circumstances. Instead, he slammed the door shut, a crack appearing in the white exterior, and vanished upstairs to his room.

Bella winced, sighing, and shifted herself so she was kneeling between his legs, her body leaning against his chest. "Esme's going to be so angry" Emmett said softly, grinning up at her "You know we can't do this everyday Emmett, I won't be able to sleep." She scolded lightly, his answering grin was heaven, all dimples and innocent boyishness. He pulled her down with an 'oomph'.

"Well its a good thing you won't need sleep when I turn you." He answered softly. Bella grinned, settling on his chest, ignoring the sharp crash from upstairs.

She smiled at the memory, eyes soft, and switched off the water. Droplets ran down her naked body, rolling over her pale skin before falling in drops to the tile floor. The room was heavy with steam, and she could barely see beyond the mist.

She grabbed a towel, reaching from the shower to the stall and pulling free a white down, wrapping it around her body. The movement seemed to cause her balance to shake, her head pulsing, and a lightness lingering over her. Her vision blurred, and she gasped as her body began to tilt, her hand reaching out to grab the edge of the counter. The jolt caused her sight to whiten, the blurriness not helping the pain in her temple.

She sucked in a breath, shutting her eyes and concentrating on centring herself. It seemed to work to a certain degree, although her head still pulsed painfully.

Reaching for the door knob, she left the bathroom and padded her way across the veranda, making her way to Emmett's room. She wobbled slightly, catching herself on the banister and frowned in confusion. She was clumsy, but not this clumsy, she brushed it off.

Suddenly something hard shoved her shoulder, pushing past her, jolting her off balance. She winced, the pain seeming to pool from her shoulder into her stomach. She looked behind her, and caught the angry eyes and blond hair of her boyfriends ex-wife. That felt odd to say that, boyfriend... Emmett had insisted that she call him whatever she wanted, boyfriend only seemed natural.

"Put on some clothes." Rosalie snapped, and the words barely registered in Bella's mind, her frown intensifying as something heavy climbed through her body, a sucking sensation. "We know you're a slut, no need to act like one." Bella barely heard her, her mouth opening to warn her, as the heaviness climbed up her body, her stomach twisting with a vengeance.

Her body balled over, the towel falling away, her knees hitting the ground, the ground and Rosalie's feet coated with the remnants of Bella's lunch. She groaned, clutching her stomach and head as Rosalie screeched her discontent, the sound only served to intensify her pained head. Her throat was dry and burning, and she felt weak.

A door creaked behind her, and the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs echoed after. Emmett emerged from the room, only dressed in a pair of Jeans, his chest bare, he looked confused at Rose's anger and disgusted expression, before his eyes dropped to the crouched form in front of her, a horrible, mess at her feet. He rushed forward, his hands easily scooping her up against his chest. Her head collapsed on his shoulder, and she shut her eyes, muttering a weak apology for the mess.

Edward, Alice and Jasper ran from downstairs, each wearing differing expressions of concern, however only two remained, the other's turned to anger when he saw how intimate the couple had become, his jealousy and pride overruling his worry for Bella. Her cheeks flushed at the prospect of them seeing her naked and felt a sense of gratitude when Emmett picked up her towel, throwing it over her body

"Bella, are you okay?" Emmett asked worriedly, naturally over complicating the situation by assuming the worst. Bella frowned, and shook her head. "No, I feel sick" She said weakly, voice scratchy. She wasn't one to want attention, but even she knew something was wrong. He brushed her hair from her face, Alice appearing with a glass of water which was happily received with a grateful smile.

"I called Carlisle, he's on his way." Jasper said, appearing beside his wife, his eyes averted from Bella's weak form..

"Oh wonderful, yet another problem you've caused." Rosalie snapped, grinding her teeth angrily, and Bella was too weak to bother retaliating with a witty remark, so instead she closed her eyes, laying her head against Emmett's shoulder comfortably as she groaned her discontent.

However, a snarl broke from Emmett's mouth, his teeth baring furiously as he glared at his Ex-Wife. They all, except Bella, watched shocked, because Emmett had never outwardly spat or threatened Rosalie in all their years together, but her words had triggered his urge to protect Bella from her spite, knowing she was the weakest and most vulnerable in the family.

"Fuck off Rosalie." He spat, turning Bella away from her gaze and walking to Carlisle study, leaving a shocked and very angry blond behind.

...

"What seems to be the problem Bella?" Carlisle asked warmly, stepping into the warm room, opening a drawer in his desk and pulling out a small needle and syringe. Bella ignored the equipment, sitting on Emmett's lap. She had objected to the position, but knowing Emmett he wouldn't feel comfortable with her any father than necessary, so she allowed this small gift.

"I don't know Carlisle." She croaked, swallowing a gulp of water. "I was showering and I got out, then suddenly I felt really dizzy, and then I was walking down the corridor, Rose shoved past me, and I suddenly found myself sick..." Emmett growled, pulling her closer, and Bella spared him a smile, patting his arm.
Carlisle nodded at her words, walking forward; syringe in hand. "Well Bella, it's probably nothing, but I'm going to take a blood sample to see if we get any results. Is that okay?" She nodded, holding out her arm, and turning away, her face pressing into Emmett's neck. She felt the sharp prick and tug, then the cold as the needle was removed, a bandage strapped on the wound.

Carlisle left the room, leaving Bella and Emmett alone for a few minutes. She noticed his frown, and settled a hand on his cheek. "It's nothing Emmett, I'll live I promise." He pulled her into a hug, his face against her hair."I was so worried she had hurt you Bella. I knew I couldn't trust her around you." His body was tense, so she settled him with a small peck to the lips, giggling softly. "There's no use stressing." She added, smiling.

Their moment was shattered by the opening of the door, a wide-eyed and if possible, paler Carlisle entering the room, In his hand was a blue sheet of paper, and Bella felt fear settle in her gut when she saw his hands shaking. Emmett caught on to, his hands tightening protectively.

"What is it Carlisle?" He said impatiently.
Carlisle looked down at the paper, then back at Bella, as if to check the validity of the text, his eyes wide and uncertain.

"I checked the test, it came back clean of any diseases, you're healthy Bella. There was only one anomaly. Your blood is producing proteins, enzymes the female body only creates when in the stage of reproduction..."Bella paled, eyes widening in shock.

"Bella, you're pregnant."

She shook her head, shocked. "But that's impossible, I've only ever slept with Emmett." She said desperately.

"That's just it." Carlisle added, looking at Emmett in amazement and awe. "It's Emmett's child."