I'd actually gotten up at five this morning, so I would be sure to have the chapter ready to post tonight. Didn't want to disappoint. Hope you like it.

Chapter five

Connections-

Edward POV-

I couldn't believe I had such a gorgeous woman living in my apartment. When I first saw Bella, all I thought was wow, why didn't Alice tell me about this? I mean, out of nowhere, Alice has a best friend that needed a place to stay, soon. She knew that I had the apartments, and that I owed her. I got a secretary out of the deal. My paperwork was a mess. But this… it might actually be hard to work with Bella. I'd caught her looking at me, but I'm pretty sure that was because I was stupid enough to come to the door in my sweat pants. She must think I'm a total slob. I sat at my desk, leaning over to rest my head on its smooth surface.

Bella POV-

I was exhausted. I had gotten the nursery set up, along with my dresser and bedside table, before the people from the furniture store even showed up. I now had an apartment that actually looked something like a house. I was amazed that I had gotten everything ready before it was time for bed. I glanced at the clock, it read 11:37. I sighed, and got ready for bed. Connor had woken up when the delivery men got here, which made setting the rest of the furniture up a pain, but he had fallen asleep an hour ago, and I'd had time to myself.

Although I had been busy all day, my thoughts returned to Edward. I couldn't believe myself, really. Who was I to start thinking about another man, bordering on obsession, when I had just left my husband? I knew that we would get a divorce, but that was beyond the point. I would simply have to keep myself in check. It couldn't be that hard, right?

I sunk into my new bed, and bedding. After washing it twice, I had finally gotten all the starch and new smell out of the sheets and blankets. Now they were fresh and inviting, and I fell asleep inhaling the sweet smell of fabric softener.

I woke up, jumping out of bed, hearing Connors cries. I walked into the nursery and picked him up, rubbing his back, and walking over to his changing table. I quickly changed him and went into the kitchen to make him baby cereal. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, and tried to remember what day it was. Sunday. I had to start work tomorrow, and manage to not stare at Edward all day. I realized that I didn't know any of the last names of the men who had so kindly taken me in.

I put Connor in the highchair and fed him the cereal, which he always seemed to enjoy. He gurgled and cooed as I fed him, clearly more awake than I was. I could tell he was going to be up for a while, at least he was in a good mood. Just as we were finishing up I heard a knock at the door, wondering who it could be. I got up and looked through the peephole in the door, seeing a very large, muscled man. I put the chain on the door before I opened it, knowing that he could probably get through anyway.

"Can I help you?"

"Bella? I'm Emmett Cullen, Edwards brother?" He ran his hand over his hair as he spoke, and I wondered if he was a fidgety person.

"Oh, I didn't realize that you were his brother, hold on." I shut the door and took off the chain, opening the door wider.

"Yeah, I don't think we were ever introduced to Alice as brothers, it makes sense that you wouldn't know. Um, I just thought, if you didn't have anything going on, that maybe I could get to know Connor a bit before I watch him tomorrow?" He seemed nervous, and I wondered if he had any experience with children. It sounded like a good idea, that way I could see him interact with Connor. It would certainly put my mind at ease while I was working.

"That's a good idea, come on in." I opened the door and the large man walked in, looking around.

"You've got a lot set up already, I'm surprised," he commented, as he walked into the kitchen and dining area, he saw Connor in his chair and smiled. "He's really cute."

I laughed. "Thanks, I was just finishing up with feeding him. Make yourself at home." For some reason it was funny to me that a huge man would call a baby cute. I walked over and picked Connor up, taking off his bib and wiping his mouth, then I walked over to where Emmett was sitting, and sat next to him on the couch.

Edwards features were nowhere in this mans face, Emmett was broader, bigger. Not fat, in any means. His mass was clearly all muscle. He was handsome, yes, but nothing compared to Edward, at least in my eyes.

Connor squealed when he saw Emmett, and started kicking in my arms.

"I think he wants you to hold him, here." I handed Connor to Emmett, watching his eyes. He didn't seem to be uncomfortable holding him, and Connor sure liked him. "If you're comfortable with him I'll go jump in the shower."

"Oh, yeah, that's fine. Take your time." He said, his eyes stuck on Connor. Apparently the fascination was mutual.

I chuckled to myself and walked into my bathroom. I turned on the hot water and stepped into the spray of the shower. I let the warm pressure sooth the tense muscles in my shoulders and back, and then washed my hair and stepped out. I got out one of the new towels, and dried myself off, wrapping it around me and walking into the adjoining bedroom. I put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I'd long ago learned not to dress up when I was staying at home. I'd probably have to change anyway, Connor spit up quite a bit, and it usually ended up on me, even if I'd thought I had stayed clear of it. I rubbed my hair with the towel briskly, and then threw it back over the top of the shower.

I walked out of the doorway and smiled at the sight in front of me. Emmett had set Connor down on the floor, but was lying with him, with his hand stretched out toward him. Connor sat happily, patting Emmett's hand as Emmett sung to him. I was extremely happy that they had bonded with each other so quickly.

"It's nice to see you two getting along so well." I commented, walking over to the kitchen to get a mug full of water.

Emmett jumped at the sound of my voice, causing me to chuckle once again.

"Yeah, I'm just worried when he's not happy."

"Don't worry, he really likes you. You'll be fine. Just remember that babies cry. A lot. So don't freak if you can't get him to stop crying right away." That was one of Jacob's biggest frustrations. If he couldn't get the baby to stop crying right away he got frustrated, often handing him to me and hiding in the bedroom until I got him settled down.

"Oh, I knew that. I just don't like to hear them cry. It makes me feel bad for not being able to know what's wrong." He sighed, picking up Connor and heading over to where I was leaning against the counter.

I was kind of surprised by his answer, and realized that he would probably be a very good father if he ever had children.

"I know what you mean. If you can't get him to stop, just walk him around, it seems to help if he's colicky. He is going to start teething again soon, though. I'll have to make sure to pick up some medicine for him soon."

"Well, I'd better get going. Rosalie wanted to check out the new restaurant in town." He handed Connor back to me, and I set the mug of water back on the counter.

"Who's Rosalie?" I asked, curious.

"She's my fiancé."

"Oh, congratulations. I'll have to meet her sometime."

"I'm sure she would like that. Thanks for letting me meet the little one. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you then, don't mention it. Thanks for coming by. It'll help me concentrate on work tomorrow, knowing you two got along so well. Have fun with Rosalie." I said, shutting the door behind him.

"Do you like your new friend, Connor?" I said, kissing his forehead, and bringing him into his room to get some toys. He looked at me and smiled, squealing.

So you got to see a little bit of Edward POV, and got to know Emmett a bit better. There will be more Edward in the next chapter, but I didn't want Bella to rush off to another man, and she won't. Also, Emmett and Rosalie are engaged already, because it seems in every story every couple becomes engaged, and then has a baby. This isn't those stories, and I will try to keep it original, although some things are inevitable.