"Not hungry," he replied gruffly as he lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
"Now, I am getting fed up with that response, Mister," She snapped as she stormed in his room and tore his curtains open, "We are all still upset about it, but for goodness sake Emmett, you need to eat."
He flinched as the sunlight hit his eyes for the first time in months. "Mom, what the fu-!"
"Don't you raise your voice to me! And don't swear under my roof! Get your butt downstairs. NOW," She demanded as she pointed out the door.
He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes as he swung his legs off the bed and made his way out the door, much against his will.
"Disgusting pig sty... can't have my house looking like this," his aggravated mother whispered as he walked down the stairs as slowly as loudly and humanly- well, vampiricly- possible.
"No stomping on my stairs," Esme muttered.
He rolled his eyes again and walked into the kitchen to see Carlisle bent over the island with paperwork.
"Welcome back to the world, Son," he said without turning from his work. He didn't need to see his father's face to know there was an enormous smile placed on it.
"Thanks," he mumbled as sat across from Carlisle, "Where's everyone else?"
"Well, Alice dragged Bella shopping in Port Angeles, Renesme is hunting with Jacob, and I believe Edward and Jasper are out back, waiting to see if you would join them today, I presume," Carlisle replied as he glanced up with a warm smile on his face.
"If I don't, Mom might kill me herself," he sighed as he slinked out of his chair, "Have a good night at work."
"Thank you Emmett. I'll see you when I get home. And if you need me, you know how to get a hold of me."
"Suicide attempt?"
"EMMETT, I SWEAR!" Esme yelled from upstairs.
"Don't provoke her, Son. You know better," Carlisle chuckled as Emmett walked out the door.
"He lives!" Edward joked as he spotted Emmett walk out the back door.
"Shut the fu-"
"EMMETT!"
'Woman has the ears of an eagle, I swear,' he thought to himself.
"That she does, Em," Edward chuckled.
'Hey, Eddie, do me a favor. Stay the fuck out of my thoughts. Thanks,' he thought roughly.
"Someone's touchy," Edward muttered to himself.
"Will you two cut it out before I intervene?" Jasper scowled as he hopped off the boulder by the river.
'Stupid Emotion Nazi,' Emmett thought, causing Edward to burst out in hysterics.
XXX
"Oh, Bella, this is pretty!" Alice squealed as she held up a light green paisley summer dress.
"Alice, you know I'm a jeans and t-shirt girl," Bella said with a smirk.
"I know, but amuse me and try it on."
"Alice..."
"Oh, please Bella? Please?"
"Fine, fine," Bella chuckled as she took the dress from Alice and headed into the changing room.
"Well?" She asked as she stepped out of the stall.
Alice was standing there, eyes wide and frozen.
"Alice? Alice, what is it?!" Bella said worriedly as she rushed to her sister-in-law's side.
"Someone's coming."
"Who?"
"I... I don't know... I can't see clearly... it's like... they're cloaking..."
"Alice, are we in trouble?"
"I'm not sure."
XXX
"Great job today everyone, Thank you so much for your help," Carlisle said as he washed his hands.
"Have a good night Dr. Cullen," his nurses told him as they walked out the door.
He dried his hands and sighed, thankful the surgery had been a success. Bypass surgery was always stressful to him, but he never let it on to his assistants and nurses. He didn't need them to have more stress on their heads.
He made sure everything was shut off that needed to be, shut the door of the Operating Room behind him, and headed to his office. One more hour and he could go home to his wife, to his children, and to his suffering son.
Nothing hurt him more than seeing one of his family in this much pain. He hadn't seen anything like this since Edward had first left Bella, and there was nothing he could do to help.
That part was the worst. Helping people was what he was best at, yet nothing he did seemed to help his grieving son.
"Dr. Cullen?"
"Yes, Maria?" he smiled as he walked by his secretary.
"Alice called while you were in surgery. And Edward. And, well, your entire family, really..."
"Is something going on?"
"I don't know, but it seemed urgent."
"Alright, thank you very much Maria..."
"And, there's someone waiting for you in your office. Said she was a relative."
"Thank you again, Maria," he said one last time, curiosity spread across his face.
Relative? He had no living relatives. He hadn't had any in centuries.
'Alice must have seen her coming,' he thought as he opened the door to his office, 'that would explain all the phone calls.'
"Mister, or should I say, Dr. Cullen," He heard the unrecognizable, delicate, Southern accent say from his chair, the back of it facing him, "You are one hard man to track down."
"It appears you know me, but I don't believe I know you," He stated as he stepped toward his desk.
"Oh, but you do," She laughed musically as she spun the chair around.
His eyes widened as he rested his eyes on the small blonde girl sitting in his chair with her legs crossed. She looked no older than eighteen, her big golden eyes shining as she smiled widely at him, making dimples in her porcelain skin. Gold and porcelain... it was all wrong.
"Impossible," he said in a low whisper.